Prologue ~ New Beginnings

Well.
A long, long time ago,
In this one galaxy, really, really far away,
there were three people named--this is not a backstory.
And it was really intense,
because there was this one person who wanted to talk to this other person,
but they weren't online,
so they just spammed them on this thing the earthling human sometimes girl-boy called "Skype."
And it came to pass that this one earthling human-always-girl wanted to role-play.
She had wanted to do as such for a very long time, but had never had a companion.
So she created three characters.

There was an evil girl named Lucretia, or otherwise known as Lucy who had somehow, through times past, become her stereotypical go-to source of the just plain bad. This character tended to be painted as a really stupidly short person, very young, and a vampire. She had cat-like eyes and wore that oh-so-common in the dark-people world - black clothing. She decked herself out in chains and upside-down crosses, and down in one of her tall, black boots was a sharp silver sword that nobody ever knew existed. In fact, she didn't either until the person who created this madness decided that she needed a weapon. And so her character came to be.

The second of the characters she created was based upon herself. How... strange... Her name was Savannah White. As stated she had grown to become this weak-but-strong-willed gal who was a typical klutz. In the olden days, she was in a role-play with her mother that was always forgotten about and then was eventually killed off because she would be remembered and thrown back in at the oddest of times. So now, here she stands motherless, because God knows we don't want her randomly showing up, really seriously worried why her daughter's holding some random severed head in her hands. "Mom, seriously I swear, he was evil. He was going to go around and kill people--" and now she's grounded. Anyways. Her picture is normally painted as a girl with short, dark black hair with pale skin and freckles, because face it, she would be ridiculously incomplete without those speckled brown dots that make her look like a freaking adorable puppy. Her style is a style that is random, because she appears in different clothes everyday without this being written, because face it, no one wants to read, "And she put on blah-blah-blah with some blah-blah-blah," right down to the freaking underwear. Her original backstory and one of the most interesting and important things about her is that she has psychic dreams. At one time, she dreamed her mother was going to die, and hey look at that :) She is also considered a 'creative' character, but this ideal will never really come heavily into play, because heck, they're just a-fightin' for their lives.

The third character -cough- Why does this always take so long? -cough- was known as Serat Broom. She really had no idea why she had created this character except for the fact that this would be [Insert friend's name here]'s random character. *Ahem* Silly me, I mean, "Yourlittlesecret's" character. She called this character Serat Broom because Serat was just a fancy way of saying secret and Broom because not but just a couple of days ago, she was transmorphed into a broom unwillingly with a mustache. Now, if Serat Broom still has a mustache, I should hope this character to be male, but you know, if you're a man-woman, you really can't control that. Well, with a role-play I supposed you could, but whatever. Just give it a shave, it can't be that bad. Just, no Hitlers PLEASE. That..... just no. Also this character had a random personality unknown by the creator and it also had a look unknown to the creator. For all she knew, it could be ET in disguise, trying to terrorize the populace, but you know, whatever floats your boat. Or sinks it. CARL!

And thus, the three characters were born.
She realized that upon creating all of these characters, these backstories she had made told nothing of a starting point at all.
So she decided to make one.
Using her mind powers, she summoned all of the characters to their designated places.
She took a deep breath.

She made this note: "When you do an rpg, it can get a little crazy. Especially if you are trying to be THREE CHARACTERS AT ONCE. The whole point of an rp is to have different perspectives and styles of writing for each character. Everywhere they type things and stuff. I forgot what I was thinking there. But yes. [Friend's name again, look at this :D], for the heck of it, I will be two characters. When you get on and read through -hopefully- all of your spam, you will see I have left you one gift. I will give you Serat Broom. However, in return, you must somehow make her starting point one that is comical. Say, she is getting attacked the crap out of her. Quite literally. Like dude, she has poo coming out of her bum-hole and she's trapped in a freaking bathroom. Brilliant situation. Brilliant."

And so she took another deep breath.
And another.
She really didn't want to do this anymore.
But this was her mission. To boldly go where no man has gone before. Erm, woman.
She didn't know where to start, and wanted the help of her dear friend who left her to start this mess in the first place.
But instead, all she got in reply was silence.
Even her breathing seemed transparent.
Maybe she had become a ghost?
She wondered what the possibilities of such an outcome would be.

She could fly to her dear friend and drop dinosaur poo all over her porch and light it on fire. She could sneak behind her and scare the living daylights out of her. And then she would command her to get on this earthly thing called Skype.
But as she looked at her hands she saw they were fine, and as she touched her fingers to the keys, the buttons were pressed.
She knew she was not a ghost.
She knew she was not Casper.
Nor was she friendly.
Being friendly was overrated.

Knowing as such, she sighed again and again, wanting to start but having more fun typing up these current words than anything else.
In her head, she thought, quite amused, "This is more fun than typing spam. Unless this is spam. I'm not quite sure. I suppose it is."
In her head, she laughed.
And then took a deep breath.
Throughout all of this deep breathing and sighing, she realized that maybe she was just learning how to breath. Perhaps she had never known before and all of this anxiety was making her relearn such a process.

She looked up at the rest of the messages and cringed.
Her OCD was beginning to kick in as she noticed all of those fatal spelling errors that drove her wild.
Would somebody shoot her... please?
But her wishes went unanswered as she continued to type on the computer screen.

She wondered what her friend would think.
What she would say.
What she would do.
She wished to the stars in the night sky above that her friend would get online before this night was over to finally start this thing.
She listened to the way her fingers hit the keys, every button becoming dimpled and letters showing up on the computer screen.

She wondered if she had homework and then remembered, she didn't.
She was bored.
She needed advice.
She needed to speak her mind.

But her friend was not their.

*Ahem* There.
She corrected her mistake quite hurriedly.
and then she noticed she'd made another one, but simply ignored it.
She laid down flat on her bed and typed more words upon words, wondering when she would begin this dreaded role-play.
And then she realized she already had.

While she had been complaining in third-person, she had voiced thoughts and motions. Although they occurred in actuality and they did not just stay on the page, it was true.
She was now the role-play.
She wondered what would happen to Lucretia, Savannah, and Serat when they realized what was going on.

She wondered if they would think this was mutiny.
Madness.
No, she proclaimed, this... this is a role-play.
Another voice inside her head cried, "No! This is Sparta!"
Something else answered, "No, this is Pandora!"
And finally, a very ticked off starfish growled, "NO! THIS IS PATRICK!"

She stopped with her amused way of thinking and went back and read.
And after she had read through everything she felt very proud.
So proud, in fact, that she felt like she was being magnetized to the ceiling.
She looked up, and to her surprise, there was no up.

She was already there.

She half-wondered how her computer had floated up here with her, but in reality, she didn't really care.
All of her worries now rested on the fan that was right next to her.
She wondered if anyone would come into the room.
Eyeing the fan, she crawled as far away from the mechanical device as she could.

And then she fell.

Apparently, the magnetic force that had pulled her up there only lie over her bed.
She stared up at the ceiling wearily.
She closed her eyes.
Faintly, in the next room, she heard music playing.
She smiled and lip-singed to the words.
Which to her, it seemed like there weren't very many, rather there were just lots of oh, oh ohohohohohohoh.

But it worked for her.

And then the music stopped and something else played.
She decided that she wanted to listen to her own music.
Glancing up from where she was, wait... where was she?
Her room had now become a desert in the middle of nowhere.

All she saw were sands.

You could say, the sands of time.

She looked out all around her.
As she completed the view, she looked back and saw in front of her three people.
One of them stood out more than the rest.
Her eyes nearly bulged out of her skull.

The character was short, with long dark hair. Her eyes were strangely cat-like and she wore many chains and dark clothing. She had boots that stretched up all the way to her knees laced with seemingly even more chains than the rest of her. The desert sun gleamed off of all the silver that she wore, nearly blinding her as it shone in her eyes. Her expression was that of a cold glare.

She cringed backwards, away from the person in front of her that she could only know to be Lucretia. She looked towards the others next to her and realized - one of them wasn't even human.

It was a broom.
With the largest, strangest mustache she'd ever seen.
And if a mustache could be a beard, well this broom had certainly pulled it off.

She looked past Lucretia and Serat to whom she could only know to be Savannah.
Otherwise known as herself.
It was as if she were looking into the mirror image of who she had always wanted to be when she was young and immature.
When she dreamed that black and pale was surely the way to go.

She twisted a curl of red hair with her hand, looking at it thoughtfully, and then looked back at Savannah.
"Why am I here? Why are all of you here?" She asked, her voice carried to them by the whipping sand and wind.

They all looked back at her curiously, studying her. Lucretia's head bobbed up in a snooty fashion.

"You can't have a role-play all by yourself. We thought we'd...help...a little."
She didn't like the way she said, "help."

She nodded, and said to Lucy, "I wasn't trying to butt you all out, rather I was unsure of where to start. I couldn't think of how to initiate everything, and put you all where you needed to be. And now that I'm thinking about it, why did I ever try to put Serat on a toilet when she's... or he's... a broom?"

"I'm an 'it' thank-you-very-much," said a gruff voice next to Lucy. She couldn't quite tell if it was more a feminine or male voice. Perhaps it truly was genderless.

"Are you going to let us in?" Savannah piped up, her green and blue eyes pouring into mine. I knew what she was thinking, what she would say, and how she would say it before she did. For that, I felt a little guilty.

"Are you sure you want to be in, Sav? You know who you're created after, right?" I asked somewhat timidly. I didn't want to ruin my favorite character, but at the same time... Trials were a part of the story.

"You know what I'm going to say, don't you?"

I didn't answer right away, moreover I gave the moving sand a good hard look. "Yes."

"Then that's my answer." Her voice was one of finality.

"But-" I began, but she stopped me.

"No buts. I was created to be in role-plays, remember? Fine, I became your alter-ego, but this is my main purpose. Without this, I am nothing else."
"I am known as nothing else." Sav and I said together. Her eyes widened a little at that, but then returned to normal.

"I'm sorry," were the only words I could say to her after that.

"Well, isn't this just the swellest party now?" Lucy stated, voice dripping with sarcasm. "If only we could just get this thing rolling. I'm sorry, whatever-you-want-to-be-called, but I have lives to ruin, your precious Savannah and Serat too, so if you could please just give us our setting, we'll just be on our way. Capeesh?"

I remembered the old hate I had for this character. All of the trouble that she had put me through in the original Zombie Apocalypse Role-Play. The man "Coolgirl12" had named Keith that had turned into a snake as Lucy sucked out all of his power from him. The soul that she had stolen from Savannah.

"Just you hold up a minute. I destroyed you once, I can destroy you again--"

"Ah, but you thought you had destroyed me. But you do recall later that I showed up again with all of your werewolf friends and such. You see, even in death, there are still stages of decay and many more places to go." She smirked at me. "That gift you once gave. Sav's soul? Was it worth it? All of the things you made her do for the sake of your precious story?"

I took a step towards her, rage bubbling up inside of me. "What did you expect. I certainly didn't expect you to be standing here before me very much real and alive. That story I created, you see, don't you think that, I can very much put you into it, and I can take you out?" The last three words were salivating in venom. Fists clenched at my sides, I very much did not want to pit her once again with Sav. But then again, she had done all of her dirty work before with the help of Aerith and another whose name I had forgotten. She was mystical anymore - aside from being a vampire - and there was no more fire and ice. How much destruction could she truly accomplish?

I could feel Savannah's clouded and gloomy eyes on me, but all of my attention was on Lucy. At the moment, there was no way I could face her knowing all of the troubles I had caused her. But in the end, I had secured her in a beautiful storybook ending that I guess only I had been able to enjoy.

"I'm sure you could. But as you can see, right now; Where are we? You don't know, do you?" I sobered up a little bit, looking around at all of the sand again. I had absolutely no idea how I had gotten here, nor did I have any idea of how I was getting back. "That's what I had thought. While you can put us into your own stories, we can do the same back. You see all of this? You may think you're in control, but in reality, you're not."

"Okay, okay, this is starting to become overwhelmingly strange. Difficult to comprehend. How the heck is one of my own characters coming off the pages and out here to destroy me? And why? Are you sure that I'm not dreaming or something of that nature right now?"

She made the sound of chocked laughter in the back of her throat. "This isn't meant for your understanding. And even if it had been, it has always been your idea that everything created has to go somewhere. Even if that means your characters too." She smiled cruelly. "And why would we set out after you? Well, I know my reasons. Maybe Serat and Savannah have their own? It would explain why they were so easy to recruit."

"Easy to recruit-- How many people did you try and gather Lucy?"

"Well you can most certainly guess your buttons that Aerith and Sasha were among the first." The two figures stepped out from behind her, their figures dark and blurred into the landscape. They had no definite shape, and they looked like they had been smeared into the scene. Dark halos were cast like shadows over their heads. "And at one time, I had asked Keith, but he didn't want to go through all of that trouble, dealing with you and Savannah again."

"Keith... he turned this down?" My mood dropped three levels. Keith had been Savannah's child-elder companion for as long as she could remember. Without him... it would just feel so wrong. And lonely. Not nearly as much for Savannah as it was for me. The nostalgic atmosphere in all of this was beginning to get to me, and I took a deep breath. "Why did you bring Sasha and Aerith back, Lucy?" I asked, impatient.

"It's about time we try this all over again, writer. You believe that good triumphs over evil, well, I would like to see that this time. Without Keith, all you have is Savannah and that disturbing brush thing you call 'Serat'. The only reason you had any chance before was because of him and his super powers. Perhaps his love interest in me made things more difficult for him, surely," She smirked to herself, "But indeed, he did get the job done. Of course, with help. Yet now, I would love to see how you intend to keep up with us this madness. It's our three to your two. And remember, we know when she's asleep. No one can stay awake forever."

I shivered. I knew. This insane power-thirsty vampire desired to hit me where it hurt most. I couldn't let her have her. There would be no way I could live with myself. A sinister voice spoke quietly in the back of my mind, "Hell's always just a blink away."