Author's note: First off I would just like to mention that this my first return to fan fiction in almost 8 years. After high school, work and career kind of muddled my chance's of being an aspiring author. While my current job is quite nice I am finally in a position that offer's me some free time to write. With that said I hope you all enjoy this relativley short story. New chapter's will be added regularly until I finish and or drop it and you may comment as you see fit. Obviously neither Black Rock Shooter nor it's character's are of my creation and all praise should go to the associated creators of this wonderful series.

BLACK ROCK SHOOTER: A BRIDGE BACK HOME

CHAPTER I

It was dark, to dark, the portal was gonna close any minute. Rock looked around trying to figure out which way was up but, she couldn't. An explosion from her other worldly self had caused some kind of ripple in the space time continuum. She didn't understand. What had Mato Kuroi's actions been to cause her world to collapse like this. Rock felt up to her head and pulled away blue blood. The wound was already healing. Dead Master and her had been strolling same as they always did when Black Gold Saw attacked. A symbol of some disturbance in the ethereal plane and some cataclysm between there host selves in the other world. The real world. But it didn't make any sense. Fight's like this had always happened. They did all the time. It was a representation of there host's emotional states, there mood swings which produced small ripples in there world created titan sized problem's in hers but, this was different. Something was very wrong. She recognized this feeling. It was the same feeling she had when she first met Mato in a bridge between there dimensions. All to save her friend Yomi. But, while that bridge had been created by emotion and sheer will this one was something else, something... foreign.

Rock reached back and pulled her hand forward fast the gloved finger's materializing into her Black Rock cannon. She aimed forward at the mouth of the tunnel. The light was getting closer, she was nearing the end. Rock was unsure of where this vortex lead but, she also didn't know if where it was taking her was necessarily a "good" place. Time to take a chance. She aimed the cannon all the way forward and fired. She fired again, and again, and again and saw a large explosion at the end of the tunnel. For a second this seemed to have no effect. Then she realized all to late that perhaps this hadn't been the best course of action. The vortex shook violently slamming her body against the debris and shrapnel within the tunnel and then there was a white hot flash of light and then she was falling. Blue sky, green tree's, blue sky, green tree's. "Oh my God!" she thought, I'm tumbling. She tried to right herself but it was to late. She heard a loud screeching and then a blast of sound before she passed out into blackness.

Corben swerved the car hard, it looked like he had almost hit a black panther or a cougar or something. The old Nissan Maxima jerked hard right then left and he almost scraped the guard rail before coming to a stop on the side of the off ramp. The young 17 year old man looked at his watch. June 3rd at 15 past three PM. "Monday of course Monday is the day I almost hit a wild animal coming home from school." He backed the old car up a little and righted it parking on the side of the road then adjusted his rear view mirror. The animal was still sitting on the side of the road but, it was far to big to be a normal household cat. "This is impossible panther's don't live in Jersey or" he thought for a second "at least not in Newark."

The kid stepped out of his car onto the road and inspected the bumper's. No damage "Hmm" he murmured "I know I didn't hit it so what do zoo animals just fall from the sky." He ran a finger through his short brown hair and then saw it. There was a small star on the creatures back and it had skin human skin! Oh shit it was human! He sprinted to the small person's side and then saw it was a girl. A young girl with uneven pig tails clad in a long black coat, short short's, and a …... spaghetti strap bra? She can't be coming back from school, no school in the States nay the world would let there student's dress like this. Then again she could of skipped out but, even the most negligent parent wouldn't let there daughter go out dressed like a prost-a-tot. Corben was so wrapped up in his musings that for a second he forgot this girl needed serious medical attention.

He knelt down next to her and checked for injuries. "Hey, are you all right. Hey kid can you hear me. Awww man." He ripped out his Iphone and dialed 911. "Emergency services how can I help you?" the operator said on the phone. "Yeah my name is Corben Smyth I've been involved in an accident off of exit 17 on I-95. Young girl about uhhhh... 15 years old stepped out in front of my car. I didn't hit her but, she seems to need medical attention she's unconscious. I think she might have brain damage I don't want to move her." "OK sir just stay with her support her head where sending an ambulance and a police car out to you now. You said your on an off ramp?" "Yes" he replied. "OK sir" the operator continued "I need you to go into your car and find something to halt traffic on that ramp can you do that? Do have a signal kit of some kind?" Corben looked at his trunk he was really nervous "Yeah, yeah I have uhhhh... road flares from my dad he's a cop in uhhmmmm... Plainfield."

The operator breathed in "Okay good move the victim gently to the side of the road and prop her head and feet underneath a jacket or if you have it a pillow and then set out the flares. The EMT should be there any minute. Please stay on the line sir." "Oh thank you..." Corben said "thank you very much." "It's OK sir don't worry help will be there soon.

As Corben searched through his car he grabbed his dirty football jersey and his helmet. He propped the girls head as instructed and grabbed the flares out of his trunk. "Oh shit, oh shit oh shit, my life's over" he lamented. "There gonna think I hit this bitch." "Why did it have to be like this" he continued to have his own quiet pity party until the cop's showed up. The ambulance assessed the girl's wounds or lack there of and moved her onto a stretcher before shoving her into the ambulance. The cop's continued to question the young witness and reasoned they would have to book the young athlete and take him in for questioning. The lead patrolman gave the young man's car another once over. Not a single scratch or dent. It was definatley an old four door but, hitting another human being was always quite messy. This car had no signs of impact and he had looked at the young girl to. She had no scrapes or bruises of any kind. The officer mulled this over silently before climbing back into his patrol car. "Maybe he didn't hit her."