Why, hello there.

This may SEEM like your usual OC, but i assure you, none of them are written quite like mine.

Trust me; I've read them.

This might confuse you, but it'll make more sense after the next chapp, I promise!

Enjoy.

PROLOGUE

Running, running, running. Was there no way out of this place? How had they gotten here, anyways?

Sora couldn't even remember at this point.

"It's almost like a giant maze, but I feel like the exit's right in front of us," He mumbled to himself.

His companions nodded in agreement.

Sora leaned against a wall, but it turned out to be a door, swinging open to reveal an extremely white and pristine room.

All three exchanged a glance, then shrugged and waltzed in, shutting the door behind them as the voices grew louder.

Maybe this was their way out.

Sora heard a giggle, and did a complete about-face to find a tiny blonde girl sitting at a desk, covered with sketches.

She brought her blue eyes up to meet his. "Well. About time, Sora. I was wondering how long you would take."

"..Do I know you?"

"No, I'm sure you don't," she commented casually, blowing on her current work to get the excess shavings off.

He backed slowly towards the door. "Right.."

"I wouldn't, if I were you," she snapped, and he froze.

She smiled. "Trust me. I don't think you want them to do it. If I do it, it'll be over very quick," she told him matter-of-factly.

Sora summoned his Keyblade. "Trust you? Not likely."

"Hope you're not expecting help," she commented, holding up her picture for emphasis.

It was a sketch of Sora and his two friends, right down to the smallest detail, but there was a "pause" symbol in the corner.

He looked to his friends, but his face fell. They were, in fact, frozen. Just like in her picture.

"How did you...?"

"It's what I do. Now, let's just make this easy, Sora. Close your eyes and count to ten. I should be done by then, and you'll be sleeping peacefully."

"Yeah right!" He shouted, waving his Keyblade, assuming a battle stance.

The blonde girl sighed and stood up. Before either of them could make a move, they heard a voice. It was loud and strong, yet shaking with heavy emotion. "STOP!!!!" It screamed.

The blonde's face broke out into a cheerful smile. "Well, looks like she surrendered you herself. This is good. It means I am closer to meeting her...Well, goodnight Sora."

MEANWHILE

"Any boyfriends I should know about?"

She rolled her eyes. "Actually, yes, dad. His name is Snake. We're thinking of running off together."

Dad pretended to be taking her seriously. "Really now? Where to?"

"He has a trailer in Vegas with our names on it. Yeah, we might get married while we're there."

"You're not pregnant, are you?"

"Not yet."

"Well, are you- hahahaha," he cut off, not able to play serious anymore.

Kiera smiled at her father, trying to focus on the road. Due to his broken arm, she was driving them home today.

That's right; a thirteen-year-old girl on the bumpy roads of Memphis. And of course it would be pouring.

She saw something slide across her line of vision, and squinted at it. Was that a cat??

No way. It would have to be one fucked-up cat..

All of a sudden, the thing was on the windshield, and they both screamed as she lost control of the wheel.

It was like slow-motion. The car flipped a couple times, from what she could gather, and then she blacked out.

When she regained her consciousness, only a minute or so later, she desperately clawed her way out of the overturned car. "Dad? Dad, are you.."

Kiera trailed off; he was gone.

Not just dead. Gone.

"...Where are you?!" She screamed, her tears mixing with the rain.

She noticed the creature who had caused her accident, and it charged towards her.

Out of options, she raised a hand. "STOP!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

For a moment, she felt a surge of power, leaving a tingly feeling in its wake. The creature backed away.

Kiera's head hit the pavement, hearing sirens in the background.

Ooooh. Heavy, man.

Next chapter WILL be better, I promise!

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