Dancing up and down

Sin-Jin of the week: TuTuran

Matt’s house is shaking with loud music. Sitting at the table, Matt is trying to do her homework, while also trying to cover her ears. Her sister, Jess, is dancing to the music. Matt looks up with rings under her eyes. “What? Are you trying to do to me? Make me deaf?” Jess stops and glares at Matt. “You very well know why I’m doing this!!” She yells back. Matt glares back at her. “So in other words, you are trying to make me deaf?” Jess looks at Matt with an even worst look and it looks like there’s a fight about to start, when their mom comes in. “Matt, stop bugging your sister!” She said with a kind but stern voice. “You know very well that she has that dance contest coming up! And Jess, dear…” She turns to Jess. “Turn down that music. It’s driving your father crazy!!” Both unhappily agree, but still give themselves evil glares. Matt went back up to her room. She knew that his sister was excited about the dance contest at school, but that didn’t mean that she had to practice all night and all day, and not all that but she had the music on so loud. Matt sat down on her bed. It was just for this week…then it would all be over.

In a dark room, within the chaotic void, Faris stood alone. He carefully studied the energy he had gathered so far. It was an adequate amount, but it was still small. He then moved to a screen, which displayed an image of the earth. Moving his hands, over the screen, he observed his Sin-Jin’s previous battles with Sailor Q. “Who is this girl?…” he whispered to himself, “She must not interfere!!!” He passed his hand over the screen, shutting it off. He then moved to another part of the room, which glowed menacingly. Faris looked over his dark crystals and smiled to himself. “I believe that I should give a proper introduction…”

At school, Matt walked through the hall between classes, when her friend, Ellie, came up to her. “Hey, are you going to enter that dance contest? You could do that great dance that you did at the fall musical cast party!” Matt sweat dropped and turned to Ellie. “ I wasn’t dancing. Actually I was trying to adjust my shoes at the time.” Ellie turned red with embarrassment. “Oh…sorry! I heard that your sister is going to be in it. Is it true?” Matt simply nodded. What she won’t give to be somewhere else. She hated to talk about family. “Hey, Matt, know who I wish was at the dancing contest?” Matt turned to Ellie. “Who?” Ellie looked up at the ceiling. “Sailor Q.” Ellie nearly tripped on the face fallen Matt. “WHY!?!” Matt said, even though her face was face down on the floor. “Well…I mean, she’s like a superhero…so I bet that she can really dance well!” Matt was just speechless. “Hey! Matt!” It was Jordan, head of the drama club and the person who had started this whole dance contest in the first place. Matt looked up, her face dusty from the floor. “What you want?” Jordan gave Matt a hand getting up. Matt got up and wiped the dust off her body (and made sure the bandages that kept her chest flat were still intact). “I have a problem…one of my judges dropped out and I need a replacement…” Matt looked at Jordan and her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You don’t mean…” Jordan nodded. “You have to…you’re the only guy I know that I can trust!” At the word “guy”, Matt once again sweatdropped. “I really don’t know…I mean my sister is in the dance contest…” Matt could just imagine her sister: “YOU WILL DIE, DORK!!!” It was enough to give him shivers. Jordan looked closely at Matt and so did Ellie. “PLEASE…” Matt couldn’t help it. With a sigh, she nodded. “Alright, what time will I need to be here?” Jordan pats her on the back. “About 5:00! Thanks a lot!” Matt just sighed. Well, she should start on her will…

The stage was empty. Although the rest of the auditorium was decorated for the big dance contest, everything was quiet. Out of the shadows, a figure hovered over the empty stage. Faris looked over the area with amusement. “This will be perfect.” As he landed, his clothes and hair changed to a more ‘normal’ look. He pulled a dark crystal out of his pocket and threw it backstage. “Now…Sailor Q. Shall we dance?” He laughed to himself as the backstage glowed menacingly.

Eye-catcher

Sailor Q turns 3 times and punches towards the audience

Commercial break

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SD Sailor Q gives the audience the victory sign

Matt chewed her food nervously. Her sister and mother were talking about the contest. She knew that she would have to tell her sister sometime. “Um…I’m judging it you know…” It seemed like the room’s sound was sucked out. Her mom broke the silence. “Well, that’s nice! You get to see Jessie then!” Matt turned to face Jessie. She expected to see “the great demon” breath fire at her (figure of speech). Oddly, Jessie didn’t pay attention. She simply finished her meal and walked up stairs. This was odd.

On the stage, last minute preparations were being made. Matt went up to Jordan, who was talking to several of the set crew. “Hey! Jordan! Where am I supposed to be?” Jordan turned to face Matt. “Go to the choir room…that’s where the other judges are.” Matt nodded and went to the room like she was told to in. Inside, sat three individuals. One was Alex Leonard, another member of the drama club; Jacque Carlson, a choir member, and someone who Matt didn’t recognize. He probably was another last minute addition by Jordan. As Matt sat down, the figure looked up briefly. His crimson eyes shined malevolently as he sensed enormous energy. Soon it would be time.

Matt went out for a drink of water, when she saw her sister go by. She looked different; paler and she looked nervous. Matt followed her into the dressing room. “Are you okay, Jess?” Matt said nervously. “NO!!” she said, without looking at Matt, “I mean how would you feel if your brother was judging you!! I mean, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to go through with this!” Matt patted her on the back. “Don’t worry. It’s not like anything worse could happen.” Matt then left and headed towards the stage.

They were already halfway through the competition and Matt couldn’t stand it anymore. Half of the entries were either rap or break-dancing. It was getting dull. She turned to look at the other judges. Alex and Jacque were asleep, but the other guy was wide-awake. Matt eyed him suspiously, but then the next entry came in. She was a ballerina and her face was oddly masked. As everyone watched, she performed some amazing moves. Finally she bowed and suddenly shot out ribbons at the audience and several of the judges. Matt dodged the ribbon and landed on the stage. Looking at the audience, she saw that all of them had had their energy absorbed by the ribbons. Matt turned to face the ballerina, who had now become a Sin-Jin. She sneered at her. “Tuuuuuuuuuu-Tuuu-ran!!!” She shot out another ribbon at Matt, which attached to her neck as she ran out to the exit. Struggling against the energy drain, Matt managed to wring it off and gasping for breath, pulled out her transformation wand. “Q…PLANET…POWER…MAKEUP!!!!!” Back inside the auditorium, TuTuran continued to drain energy from the audience and the other entries (including Jessie). Suddenly the doors burst open and a figure was silhouetted in the light. “Dance is a form of expression and you dare to ruin it? I’m Sailor Q, warrior of wind and wisdom and I’ll destroy you!!” TuTuran simply laughed. “A simple enemy like you will be a waste of my time! But for the sake of my master, a simple person like you, I will fight you.” She let loose a stream of ribbons straight at Q. Sailor Q ducked and dodged the ribbons, but was suddenly caught by one. Sailor Q was dragged back to the stage and came face to face with the Sin-Jin again. She smiled at Q. “Now…” She said in a stuck up manner, “my greatest performance!” She began to spin, with Sailor Q still attached by the ribbon. Spinning Q fast and hard, she started to prepare for her next attack. “Pas-de-bourree attack!” She gave Sailor Q a good kick. Sailor Q was hit in the stomach by the kick and it sent her hitting a wall. However, she was not finished with Q yet! Starting her attack again, she began to spin Q around faster then before. This time, however, Q was ready and bouncing off one of the walls, gave TuTuran a good kick in the face! Wheeling back, TuTuran felt the blood trickling down her face. “YOU BITCH!!! I’LL KILL YOU!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. However it was too late. “Q…WIND…BLAST!!!” The attack struck the creature in the face, destroying its dark crystal and restoring it back to a pile of ribbons. Sailor Q caught her breath, when suddenly a bolt of dark lighting nearly hit her. Wheeling around, she faced a mysterious man with green hair and piercing red eyes. He smiled wickedly at Sailor Q. “So this is the powerful Sailor Q! How pathetic!” Sailor Q stared at the man. “Who are you?” Sailor Q said, still smarting from her injuries. The Man looked straight at Q. “They call me Faris” he said in a dark tone. Faris began to power up a beam attack, aimed straight at Sailor Q’s chest. “And now, Sailor Q, the end…” Sailor Q closed her eyes, awaiting the worst. “DEAD…SCREAM!!!” A ball of energy nearly hit Faris. Faris looked around and stared at Sailor Q. “We’ll meet again. Sailor Q, I bid you adieu.” Faris disappeared into the darkness once more. Sailor Q got up and looked around. Other then the passed out audience, no one else was there. Sailor Q headed for the exit, as the people began to awake.

On their way out to their parent’s car, Matt looked back her sister. Jessie was talking excitedly to her friends as she clutched the 1^st place trophy. Matt couldn’t help but smile, as she stared up at the stars and the bright full moon.

TRAILER

Matt: “They say that Rock & Roll is an American tradition. Well, someone seems to be messing up with it!! Is this another strike by that mysterious guy named Faris? Next time on Sailor Q: An American Senshi, Stop in the Name of Love. You better not try anything funny, or I will punish you!!”

Sailor Q(uinox), Matt Smith, Jessie Smith, Faris, Sin-Jin, TuTuran and all other characters here are property of the author, Matt Bjorkman. They may not be used without the author’s permission.