Chapter 2: Headshot
To Amy, the hours she spent at the daycare center passed quickly.
She really did enjoy children and marveled at how energetic and
inquisitive her charges were.
Mrs. Owens, the middle aged woman in charge of the center, was
impressed with her dedication and had given her responsibility for a
small group of two to three year olds. She’d passed the time playing
games with them, feeding them, and even changing a couple before lying
them down for a nap.
By five-thirty, she was waving good-bye to the last of them, an
adorable little toddler named Tracy, who was going home with her mother.
Back inside, Mrs. Owens met her. "Well, Amy, I think you had
almost as much fun as the little ones today."
Amy politely blushed and replied, "They were simply darling. I
really enjoyed taking care of them."
"Well, if you feel that way, maybe you should consider volunteering
here more often," Mrs. Owens said.
Amy sighed, honestly torn. "That would be wonderful, but I’m
afraid my schedule is too full."
"Oh well, worth a shot," Mrs. Owens laughed. "Try to have some fun
when you can though, dear. All work and no play makes Amy a dull girl."
Amy laughed and said, "I’ll try to." Privately though, Amy
wondered why she was the only one she knew who found studying fun.
Mrs. Owens continued, "Till then, could you do me a favor, dear,
and make sure the place is clear? I’m about to close up."
"Certainly ma’am," Amy said before going towards the main rooms.
After Amy’s departure, Mrs. Owens calmly walked back into her
office. She stopped upon entering and looked at the man seated at her
desk, his legs resting against its top.
"Is there anything else you’d like me to do, master?" she serenely
Tencite finished the last of his cup of coffee before he replied,
admiring the quality of the Colombian roast Mrs. Owens kept for herself.
Warmly, he said, "No, Barbara, you’ve been wonderful. You may go home
now. Don’t bother locking the door when you leave, I’ll take care of
that. Of course, you’ll remember having locked the door yourself after
letting Amy out to go home. You won’t remember me though. Drive
Barbara Owens nodded and walked out her office door to go home.
Tencite got up from the desk and placed the mug in the sink to
rinse it out. After following Amy to the daycare center, he’d entered
under the pretense of bringing his daughter here. Alone in the office
with Mrs. Owens, it hadn’t taken much energy to put the woman in a
trance and find out what she knew about Amy Anderson.
He wasn’t surprised that she was a straight A student. In the
battles he’d watched, she’d taken charge many times. What really
interested him was that beyond being intelligent, Amy was also very shy.
It was an insecurity he could take advantage of.
Walking out the office door, Tencite allowed himself a grin. Owens
would never remember he was here or that Amy had been left alone. He
liked tying up loose ends cleanly.
Amy finished the last of her rounds and shut the lights in the main
playroom. Twilight shone through the windows giving the interior an
eerie glow. She paused a moment, looking at the brightly painted anime
characters on the walls and the games portrayed on the rug. It was all
so adorable but she couldn’t help thinking that if she were in charge,
she’d try to use things a bit more educational.
It was then she felt the chill. She knew instantly that it was a
dark energy signature but it was a type she’d never expected to feel
again. "The Negaverse?" she whispered. But she knew that couldn’t be.
Queen Beryl had been destroyed by Sailor Moon and with that, her army
had been banished. Hadn’t it?
Another thing that confused Amy was the timing of it all. If the
center had been full, it would have made sense. A great deal of energy
could be drawn from children. Now though, it was just her and Mrs.
Amy’s breath came in sharply at that last thought. Mrs. Owens
could be in great danger. She had to change into Sailor Mercury now to
try and protect her. Untransformed, she was as vulnerable as any other
fourteen year old.
Amy quickly reached into her subspace pocket that contained her
transformation pen, the magical item that allowed her to transform into
the Princess of Mercury. Holding the pen in front of her, she opened
her mouth and... screamed as her entire arm exploded in searing pain,
causing the pen to fly to the corner of the room.
"Well, it certainly took you long enough to pull it out. I almost
got tired of waiting," a cheery, mocking voice echoed above her.
Absently, Amy noticed she was now on her knees, her left hand
clutching the still burning right arm. She guessed she was in a slight
state of shock since she had a hard time speaking, "Wha-what, did...
"Hmmm, low level lightning attack centered on your arm. Looks like
I’ve still got pretty good aim after all these years. Wouldn’t you
agree, Sailor Mercury?"
Amy shook her head to try and get her thinking cleared. She had to
divert her enemy’s attention. "What are you talking about? My name is
Amy, sir. Take what you want, just please, don’t hurt me," Amy
breathed, truly meaning the last of her statement.
The man shook his head and spoke in a voice that seemed to scold
her, "Don’t play dumb with me, Princess of Mercury, it doesn’t suit you.
I know who you are just as well as I know what that transformation pen
is for. I was there when Queen Serenity gave it to you after all." With
that, the man removed his trench coat and allowed it to drop to the
A gasp came from Amy’s lips despite herself. She still didn’t
recognize the man but the gray uniform was unmistakable. It was the
uniform of one of Beryl’s Generals.
Immediately Amy leapt for her pen but was stopped as the cabinet in
front of her exploded in an array of sparks and soot. Coughing, Amy
watched as the General calmly walked over to her pen and picked it up.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, trying to buy some time.
The General ignored her and simply held up his left hand. In it, a
sphere of blue energy began to form. The sphere rippled like water and
distorted the light as it passed through.
Amy’s own blue eyes widened in fear. She truly was a brave girl,
especially for her age. Still, it wasn’t easy for anyone to see the
bullet being readied to fire.
"Please, no," she whispered, just before the General’s hand came
Amy closed her eyes before the ball impacted, the anxiety in her
stomach shooting through her chest like a spike. Instead of killing her
though, the ball simply splashed across her body like cold water. There
was no pain. In fact, her body felt strangely numb.
Sailor Mercury opened her eyes to see the General standing over
with his arms crossed over his chest. Strangely, he seemed to be
getting bigger. Before Amy could ask why she still lived, she noticed
something else. When the ball had hit her, she’d fallen onto her back.
As she tried to sit up again, she noticed how loose her blouse had
suddenly become, the cuffs falling over her wrists. She watched in
shock as her skirt and tights flattened against the floor, her legs
dwindling within the folds. When her loose shoes plopped off her
rapidly receding feet, Amy was frantic again.
"What’s happening to me!?" she squealed, her voice much higher.
She could feel one of her shoulders hitting the cool air as her sleeves
completely covered her hands. Her clothes were huge and she quickly
found she was swimming in them.
Tencite smiled as he watched the rapidly shrinking Sailor Scout.
He guessed Amy was just under nine, her face becoming chubby with baby
fat. He found it humorous to watch her struggle within the folds of her
own clothing as she further diminished. The look of utter horror on her
face delicious. Tencite had to admit there were times when being bad
could feel so good.
Amy’s skirt and tights lay flat on the carpet as the little girl
completely removed her legs from them. She’d lost her socks in the
struggle and could feel her huge panties wrapped around her ankles. She
crawled forward, kicking the panties off. She was now on top of her
discarded skirt on her hands and knees. Her blouse hung on her like a
cloak and she could feel the strap of her bra against the small of her
back. The last observation made her think and she moved her hands
within her blouse to touch her breasts. Unable to find them, she knew
what had been done to her.
Tencite watched as the four year old calmly stood and looked up at
him. Amy clutched her blouse closely to her body, her little toes
sticking out from under it. The child didn’t even come to his waist but
she spoke without fear. "Age regression. A very impressive power. But
why not just kill me?" she asked, her piping voice making her attempts
at seriousness seem silly.
"Because, little princess, I don’t need you dead, just out of the
way," Tencite answered.
"Rini," Amy breathed.
"Got it in one! I have to admit, Sailor Mercury, you would have
been a worthy opponent. Taking you out first was a must."
"I’m so flattered," Amy sarcastically squeaked. She was waiting
for her adversary to gloat as usual. If she could just get the General
to let his guard down, she knew she could hide and use her communicator
to warn the other Scouts.
"So who are you anyway?" she demanded. "I thought all of Beryl’s
troops had been defeated."
"Awfully nosy, aren’t you?" Tencite responded. "I’m the one who’ll
be asking the questions, little girl." Again, something formed in his
hand, a much smaller, much brighter sphere.
Amy found the sphere distracting but tried to ignore it. "Why so
defensive? I’m the one who should be scared after all. I’m jus...
just a lit... little girl," Amy stuttered, a confused look crossing her
face. It was getting hard to think. Too late her fleeting teen mind
warned her something was wrong.
"Wha... what are you... do... doin’?" she struggled to say,
squinting her eyes against the glare. The bright blue glare of the
glowing sphere. Amy quickly became fascinated with it, her childish
curiosity taking over. "Pwetty wight," she finished, flashing a
Tencite quickly snuffed it out, much to Amy’s dismay. "Nooo. Bad
man! I wiked wight. I gonna tell on you!" With that, little Amy
reached into an inner pocket and pulled out a large compact. Holding
the comm. unit in her tiny hands she stuck her tongue out at Tencite and
said, "You in twouble! I gonna call Sewena and den you be sowwy."
Before the tyke could open the compact however, Tencite reached
down and plucked it from her. "Young lady! You are much too young for
makeup. This is for big girls," he lightly admonished.
Amy responded angrily. "Not makeup. It’s a comm... comm... talky
thingy. Now give it ba’k!" she finished, stomping her little foot in
"No. I really don’t think you deserve it anymore."
Tears began to well up in Amy’s eyes. Without her compact, she
couldn’t warn the others and stop the bad man. She didn’t understand
why he was being so mean. "B-but it’s mine!" she wailed.
"Nope. This belonged to Sailor Mercury. You’re just a little
"I Saiwor Mercuwy," Amy whined, her voice very weak.
"Really? Then where’s your uniform, Sailor Mercury? Where are
your powers? I must say you’re much shorter in person," Tencite mocked.
"You’re not Sailor Mercury anymore, because you failed. Botched the
job. You’re just a pathetic little toddler now. You won’t be coming
here to help out anymore, you’ll be coming here as a student."
Each of Tencite’s words stabbed Amy like daggers. She felt
miserable. She hated herself for failing the other Scouts. "I sowwy,"
"Sorry is not good enough. Face it, you just weren’t smart enough
to be a Sailor Scout," Tencite said.
Amy bristled at that. "I smart! More smart than dat stoopid
"Oh please, she’s much smarter than you. You couldn’t know half
the things she does about being a Sailor Scout," Tencite admonished.
"Do too! I know awl about da Scouts!" Amy huffed proudly.
Tencite smiled and bent his knees to crouch in front of his small
companion. "Really now? Y’know, if you really know as much as you say,
I might just change you back."
Amy suddenly brightened. She so much wanted to prove herself. At
Tencite’s prodding, she proceeded to tell him everything she knew about
the Sailor Scouts.
An hour later, Amy happily swung her feet as she drank orange juice
from a sippy cup. She simply couldn’t believe how big everything was
now. She was sitting in the same tiny chair, at the same tiny table
that little Tracy had used most of the day. She smiled at the memory of
the little blonde girl, cheerfully wondering if she’d be her friend.
It didn’t really matter she knew. Soon Uncle Tencite would change
her back and she could go back to playing with her older friends.
Looking at the colorful characters on the walls and the wonderful games
on the floor, Amy wondered if she really wanted to be old again.
Remembering what it was like to be Sailor Mercury made the decision easy
though. She liked being a Sailor Scout and she knew she was the best at
it. Giggling, she took another sip of orange juice.
Tencite watched little Amy with his head atop folded hands. The
poor little dear had known quite a bit about the other Scouts. Names,
addresses, personalities, likes, and dislikes. There was a time when he
would have turned all the information over to Rubeus and wiped his hands
of the whole thing. Watching the little girl before him, he knew he
He could remember when the Princess of Mercury had actually been
that age. How adorable and inquisitive she’d been. It reminded him
that even now, the Scouts were little more than children. It was one of
the reasons he hated them but even he wasn’t embittered enough to want
them dead. He had the feeling Rubeus and the Sisters would slaughter
them in their sleep.
No, he decided. He wouldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t place
his finger on it but there was something he didn’t like about these
people. Didn’t trust. Who were they really? He didn’t believe they
were surviving soldiers of the Negaverse as they claimed, simply wanting
to find a way home. Why did they want the girl? And more importantly,
how had they known about the debt he owed that old man so long ago?
Unfortunately, Amy had known very little about Rubeus’ people.
Something wasn’t right though and he was going to find out what that
was. In the meantime, he would follow his promise to the letter. Rini
would be captured and the Scouts would be eliminated... but it would be
done his way.
Little Amy looked up as Tencite approached her, her smile becoming
wide. "Ya gonna turn me ba’k now?" she asked innocently.
The spell he’d placed on Amy was a simple one. It was suppressing
the aggressive side of her personality and dulling her reason. In
effect, her emotions now matched her physical age and like all four year
olds, it was very easy to earn her trust. "Yes, I’m going to change you
back," he lied.
As tempting as it was to leave Amy like this, the mental spell was
simply too unreliable. It had to be constantly renewed or it would wear
off. Tencite knew he had to change Amy into an even more manageable
Amy dropped down from her chair as Tencite readied another time
ball, anticipating her growth back to teen hood. She giggled as the ball
splashed over her, creating the numb feeling for the second time. The
giggling stopped suddenly, however, as she noticed her blouse start to
"Hey. Wong way. No wanna be wittle! Me too smart to be wittle!"
Tencite watched in silence as Amy’s arms and legs became pudgier
and her short black hair began to curl. As she passed below two, she
lost her balance and fell on her little behind. Tears came to her eyes
as her babyish voice shot out, "No fawr! Me smart! Me... aaahhwahhh!!"
An eighteen month old Amy sat on the floor crying piteously. The
upper half of her body had come completely through the collar of her
blouse which surrounded her like a blanket.
Tencite calmly walked to a cabinet and pulled out one of the
center’s extra diaper bags. Taking out a pacifier, he stuffed it into
Amy’s mouth, effectively halting her crying. Ironically, the pacifier
was blue, just like Sailor Mercury’s uniform, except now the babe wore
nothing but her birthday suit.
"There, I changed you back. All the way back," Tencite said with a
chuckle, tweaking the infant’s button nose. Baby Amy looked up at him
in fear, desperately sucking on the pacifier for comfort.
High above the city, the structure floated, magic cloaking its
presence. It was shaped like the tower of an ancient castle, bringing a
regal image to its dark purpose. Within, Negamoon agents lived and
The interior of Rubeus’ chamber was in shadow. The only light was
in the center, coming from the image of a seated, cloaked individual.
"I don’t trust him," Rubeus stated. "He’s not one of us. He has
refused to assist us in battle against the Scouts and hasn’t contacted
us in days. How do we even know he’s trying to capture the Rabbit?"
The image shifted a bit before answering in a seemingly ancient
voice. "Tencite is an honorable man. He will do what he promises. It
is the reason I helped him in the first place, so that he could serve us
Rubeus gave a disgusted laugh before saying, "I don’t need his
help, Wiseman. I can defeat the Scouts on my own."
"You haven’t yet," the Wiseman cut in. "You were sent back in time
to acquire crystal points and destroy the Scouts so that our conquest of
Crystal Tokyo would not be hampered by them. You have not succeeded in
this. You haven’t even been able to capture a little girl."
Rubeus swallowed hard at the remark. The Wiseman noticed his
nervousness and was pleased by it. He waited a moment before
continuing. "No, Tencite is perfect. He is of the Moon Kingdom and
knows the Scouts better than we do. He also has his own reasons for
wanting to see them fall. Did you have Birdie tell him the story?"
Rubeus responded quickly, glad the Wiseman wasn’t too upset with
him. "Yes. He thinks we are stranded soldiers of Beryl’s and that we
need the Scouts out of the way in order to acquire enough energy to
return home. He’s also been told the Rabbit is the key to opening that
"Excellent. If I remember him well enough, Tencite will destroy
the Scouts just for the fun of it. It’s unlikely he’ll question his
mission," the Wiseman said.
"And what if you are wrong? What if he somehow betrays us? What
"Then you and the Sisters will destroy him," Wiseman answered.
Rubeus nodded, satisfied that at least the Wiseman didn’t fully
trust this General either. "I hope he can do the job," Rubeus snarled.
"I think you will find he is quite efficient," the Wiseman
It was seven o’clock and Dr. Anderson was exhausted. She’d been
forced to cover for another doctor at the hospital and was happy to
finally be headed home. She’d left a message on the machine to let Amy
know she’d be late. She figured her daughter might be at Lita’s so she
Waving good-bye to some of the nurses, Dr. Anderson walked into the
parking garage. No sooner had she entered than she heard the tap of
feet behind her.
"Oh, Dr. Anderson. I really need to ask you something," a dark
haired nurse called to her.
Sighing, Dr. Anderson turned to talk to the woman. "Yes?"
The nurse stopped and asked, "Well, I just wanted to ask you a few
questions on your treatment of Mr. Jenkins. I was really impressed."
Dr. Anderson inwardly moaned. "Listen, uh..."
"Nancy. I’d love to talk about anything you want but some other
time. It’s late and I want to get home to my daughter."
"Oh, but this won’t take long," Nancy stated as her body began to
Dr. Anderson suddenly felt very weak and her vision started to
blur. "Wha... ?" she uttered before fainting and falling in a heap on
Seconds later, the nurse ran into the emergency room yelling,
"Somebody help! Dr. Anderson just fainted in the parking garage. She
As nurses and attendants rushed outside to help their friend, the
nurse named Nancy smiled and calmly walked to the stairwell.
"Tenny will be so pleased," she thought.