As Natalya runs, purely fueled by fear as she would not have been able to run in her condition normally, she hears his rambling and ranting and she starts to cry. Was he really going to hurt her? Why had she let a stranger into the house? As she hears him fall, it makes her run faster, knowing that she was getting away. She just had to make it to the door and she could call for help. Natalya was terrified. He had just seemed creepy, but now she was terrified he was going to do her, and Takara, harm. If he took her eyes...she would never see her daughter. Just then, she feels a sharp pain in her head, and it's as if her legs give up. She groans as she hits the floor hard, turning to avoid hitting her bump - she had to protect Takara - but injuring her arm in the process. She was sure she felt something snap. She yelps and reaches back, feeling a warm wet sensation on her scalp. She was bleeding badly where the teapot hit her. With fear and pain in tandem coursing through her, almost making her feel sick, Natalya struggles to her knees and starts to crawl towards the door, whimpering whenever she leans on her injured arm. "Please leave me alone! I won't tell anyone. Just go away!" she rambles unconvincingly.

Natalya looks up at Takeshi as he walks towards her, crying harder when she saw the real anger in his eyes. What did he mean 'supposed to be'? Had he planned this? Natalya assumed he had just snapped, but the fact he came here with a plan to get her made her feel ten times worse. He really was a psycho, and lord knows what he would do to her. The closer he gets, the more she tries to get away, pushing herself on her broken arm faster and faster until he is on her. She falls to the floor, feeling momentarily defeated as he grabs her hair. When he shouts and pulls her hair, she starts to scream with the searing pain ripping through her scalp and rendering her helpless, clawing at his hands to get him to stop what he was doing. "Get off of me. You are sick! You need someone to help you! LEAVE ME ALONE! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" she starts to scream at the top of her voice, making one last attempt to save her eyes.

Natalya feels some satisfaction when she makes Takeshi scream out in pain. Her father had always told her not to go down without a fight and she was damned if she would let this creep hurt her daughter. She feels some hair literally tear from her scalp and she screeches again. She was now far beyond fear. This was mortal terror. And worst of all there was no one to help her. She screams out when he thanks her, his sick gratitude enraging Natalya. "You're a freak Takeshi!" she yells. "You're a pervert and a freak! Sailor Moon isn't real!" She is trying to put him down, to make him see what he's doing is pathetic and wrong, but to no avail. When she sees the scissors again, her fear escalates. Worst of all, the twinges in her stomach told their own tale. Stress induced labour. She groans, not ready to give up on Takaras chance of life, and grabs his hand, screaming for everything she's worth as she battles for her own and her unborn daughter's life, desperately holding the scissor weilding hand to stop him stabbing her neck.

Natalya screams louder when he leans closer to her. Takeshi had a funny odour wafting around him, and his breath was hot against her ear. She could feel the evil intention in his breath and she tried to push him away. He was lying right on top of Takara now and Natalya could feel the contractions get heavier. She starts to cry. "Please....please...my baby," she pleas weakly. "I am not Sailor Moon....I am not. Takeshi please do not hurt me." She could tell, though that her pleas were futile. This man was obsessed with her, he was a deceptive little man who had planned and tricked his way to this moment...to kill her. In one last effort to save herself and Takara, she kicks out at him and tries to use both hands to push the scissors away - but this is to be her biggest mistake. The pain in her broken arm is blinding, and she moans loudly as her injured arm buckles, taking the good one with it.

There's a moment of calm that comes over a person when they come to accept their fate, but it comes only after the most intense feeling of fear, terror and sadness. As the scissors pierce the skin of Natalya's neck and sink quickly into her flesh, she feels a warmth rush over her skin and can hear the sound of pumping blood in her ears, punctuated only by the echoes of blood dripping onto the floorboards. It sounded alien, and not like the blood belonged to her, but she knew that it did. The terror that was pulsing through her brought tears to Natalya's eyes, and she lay there with a million thoughts fighting for prominence in her mind. Was she going to die? She stares into the eyes of the man who had just stabbed her as she tried her best not to breathe too quickly...just in case she was dying. She knew she had been stabbed, although there had been no pain. She could feel the blood, and she could feel the cold metal of the scissors - no longer an alien sensation, it was inside her now, inside her neck. But although she knew she was injured, she felt fine...scared of Takeshi, terrified of dying, but ultimately fine, and that scared her more than anything. How could she be fine? There was blood pouring from the injury, it made her shirt wet and she could feel it stick to her neck.

ooc: Apologies that this is so long. Had to convey the road to death for Natalya in my own typical rambling style.

A few minutes after the scissors had entered her neck, Natalya feels a warm calm starting to wash over her body where the icy wave of fear had previously been so viciously crashing against her. She could no longer feel the painful contractions between her legs, which in her mind meant Takara had passed over and was waiting for her wherever she may be destined to go next. It was a thought that comforted and soothed her as she took a deep breath, the effort making the blood pump faster from her open wound. Her gaze moved away from Takeshi at last. He had been the architect of her demise, but she told herself he would not be the last thing she saw. As she attempted to breathe in again, it was more laboured, far more difficult than before, but she didn't panic, didn't fight it at all. She simply allowed her eyes to close for a moment, as if she were ready to fall asleep. Her head would momentarily fall to the side, and when she opened her eyes once again, she couldn't see Takeshi any more. This time she saw the one thing that took the calm away, replacing it with an intense sadness that filled her lungs with sobs -sobs her tired and dying body didn't have the energy to release. She stared at the photo of Erica on the wall, her brain allowing her a final few thoughts - she cried internally at the thought she would never see Erica again, cried for the fact she had not been the wife she could have been and felt a sadness like no other as she realised she was about to lose her one true love forever. As her eyes started to cloud over, she wished Erica was there with her. When she had been sick before, Erica had never allowed anything bad to happen to her. Erica had always nursed her back to health. Erica would never have allowed Takeshi to do this to her. But Erica wasn't here, and it had happened. She blinked once and a tear rolled down her cheek. "Where were you?" she asked the picture sadly, before her head was forcibly turned, ripping away her final look at her beautiful wife, the woman she knew she would always love no matter if Takeshi had torn away their ability to be together.

There was to be no comfort in death for Natalya. The last thing she would see was the very man who had done this to her, to Takara, the baby she was sure was dead inside her. As his hands moved closer to her face, she tried to close her eyes, but he was too intent on carrying out his goal. She felt his thumb and finger pressing her eye, but her body had lost the capacity for pain now. Everything went black on one side of her body as Takeshi's fingers invaded her eye socket, unstoppable in his desire to get what he had always wanted. Natalya was too tired to be scared. She wanted to sleep, and she knew it would all be over soon, her own body told her there wasn't long left now, and she took one last chance to look up, one last chance to use her sense of sight from the one eye that had yet to be blinded. This was to be it, little more than 20 years of a life that had brought so many ups and downs was to be bookended by a death so violent and bloody it eerily mirrored the difficult birth her mother had endured to bring her into the world. Natalya let out one last groan, tried to breathe in one last time, but the ability to do so evaded her. Time seemed to stop in that moment. For her, everything was about to end, and as the scene in front of her faded out like the end of a movie scene, she waited for it all to end. As the darkness slowly engulfed every sense she had left, Natalya could no longer move. Nor feel. Nor hear. Nor see. Nor protect. Nor love. The body of Natalya Kobayashi lay still and cold below Takeshi, lifeless, empty and without the desire nor ability to resist his every sick fantasy.

ooc: PS. I just cried like a fucking baby writing that post. I really need to be less attached to these fictional characters.