Kiki; Okay. Just so you know, this is not my first story being posted on the Internet. I use to go on Quizilla before all the damn lemons people posted showed up on my history when I was simply searching for a good story. Now I am here. It seems pretty cool. I hope you like this story - its short because I just needed to get this out. Its the prologue, blah blah blah and all that jazz. The good stuff will come out next chapter. And in the third chapter... well, you gotta read to find out!

Every manga character in existence; STOP HER PLEASE!

Kiki; Oh, you guys C8

Disclaimer: Sabine©Forward[From BBA]; Ayame©Are_You_Ready; Jesse©KikiHotWeels; Heidi©KikiHotWeels. These characters are controlled by me, but looks and basic personalities created by their rightful owner.

"Turn up the stereo!" yelled the blond in the backseat. In her hand she held a bottle of who knows what, and on her skimpy gold dress there were liquid stains. Her breathe reeked of alcohol, and the two girls in the front seat glanced at each other. If they got pulled over, they were screwed. Royally screwed.

"Fuck no," responded the dark haired teen next to the driver. Her hands were clenched tightly on the armrest; she hated cars, and riding in them was even worse. Especially when the driver only got her license a week ago. Hazel eyes watched her best friend warily before glancing behind her. "Jesse needs to concentrate on her driving, which is probably hard with you-" She was interrupted by a loud vomiting noise.

Sabrine Tallahassee, a girl of 15 who happened to be in the backseat with the drunken Heidi Shilling, yelped out between her laughing "She just threw up! Ha!" When Ayame Creed, the dark haired girl, glanced at her, she was shaking her red mane of hair wildly, causing her era hat to fall limply to her lap.

Jesse Johnson, the driver, whirled her head towards Ayame. "Please, please, please tell me she did not just puke in my car?"

Ayame hesitated before glancing behind her. "Do you want the answer you want to hear, or the truth?" The driver groaned loudly.

"Shit."

"It smells like shit," came Sabrine's smartass response.

The smell from the backseat began to drift forwards, choking them. "Heidi, if you're going to drink liquor, learn to hold it down!" Ayame commanded.

Heidi burped. "I see stars," she murmured.

The newly licensed girl moaned, and turned in her seat to look at her friend. "Heidi, I swear to everything you hold dear in the world, you are going to pay to get this entire car cleaned."

Heidi glanced up at the angry girl. Another burp escaped her lips, and she grinned sheepishly. "Sorry," she sang.

Jesse sighed. Heidi had convinced everyone to go out and celebrate the first of the foursome getting her license. Of course, Chaos ensued. Sabine had to go grinding with the first guy wearing a hat, Ayame went to sulk in a corner, Heidi went straight to the bar, leaving the girl the party was suppose to be about all alone on the dance floor. Having guys come onto her wasn't very fun when they only thought about sex.

A sigh filled the car as fresh air came in through Ayame's open window, relieving the horrible stench. The teen driver looked over thankfully. Then she closed her eyes, trying to relax her death grip on the steering wheel.

That's when the screaming started.

"Oh my god! Jesse! Jesse!" That was Sabine screaming.

"Shit!" Ayame's cursing was recognizable since she cursed so often.

More vomiting emitted from the depths of Heidi's stomach.

Blue-green eyes fluttered open, only to be staring straight into the headlights of an oncoming car. Instincts kicking in, the teen whirled the steering wheel in a circle, hoping to evade the crash. The car swerved back into the correct lane.

The four girls trembled, frightened.

They didn't notice the other car coming from the side of the intersection.

Sabine groaned loudly, her body aching. The smell of gasoline and blood stung her nostrils, and she twisted her head this way and that, trying to make sense of anything. Pain flared through her shoulder, and she cried out.

"Help…" she groaned. "Please…" she glanced around her. She was upside down, hanging by her seatbelt. Beside her, Heidi lay on what had been the roof of the car, bleeding from multiple scrapes and cuts. Was she breathing? The red head couldn't tell. What the hell is going on… she thought. Sabine scrambled with her seatbelt, falling to the ground with a crunch. Her scream echoed through the car.

"Jesse? Ayame!"

The second shout caught the dark haired teens attention. Blood was seeping into her eyes, and she wiped it away angrily. "Sabine? Is that you?" she shouted.

"Yeah! What happened? What going on? Oh god, I think… oh god. I think Heidi's dead!"

Fear danced through the two at a breakneck pace. "Jesse…" Ayame began. Then she screamed, "Jesse? Answer me!"

She was met with a groan. Jesse gasped, pain electrifying her body. Holy fuck! What happened? The memory of headlights blinding her, swerving around the opposite car. They got in a car crash! The teen gasped, struggling to breath. Wails reached her ears – Sabine was crying.

"She's dead, she's dead, she's dead! Oh God, Heidi's dead!"

Ayame flinched at the screaming. "Shut the fuck up!" Worry and fear caused her to panic as she shouted, "She isn't dead! She's just passed out from all the damn alcohol." She prayed that was the case. The smell of gasoline was intolerable now. If they didn't get out of the car now, who knows what could happen.

"Jesse, we need to get out of here," she commanded.

But Jesse was frozen. The thought of her blonde slut of a friend dead because of her rooted her to her seat, her eyes wide in shock and terror. As Ayame struggled to gain her attention, and Sabine sobbed over the dead body of Heidi, the driver from the other car slowly approached her.

"Hey! Are you all right? Hey!" It was a woman. Graying hair was put up in a bun, and a few cuts and scrapes graced her features.

Jesse glanced at her, reaching out a hand. "Help."

Then the car, with the four girls inside, burst into flames.