AN: This is the first chapter (kind of) of a book I'm writing. I own all the characters, plot lines, ideas, and anything else you can possibly think of. It. Is. Mine. If you even try to steal them, I'll hack off your head with a buzz saw. They are MINE, not yours, so, keep your mitts off.
'Wake up!' the face with lemon yellow eyes shouted at me, seething with hatred. I rubbed my hand across my eyes and the thought crossed the barren landscape of my mind that I was lucid for the first time in a while. I wasn't completely insane. Yet.
'What do you want?' I tried to ask nonchalantly, but my voice cracked at the end, ruining the effect.
'I need to take you to them. My commanding officers. Well, in a way…' she said with a smirk.
Wait. I'm getting ahead of myself.
This isn't where my story starts. Hell, I don't really know where that would be, but I do know that it isn't here. Let's back up a couple hundred years. Back to the first day that completely changed my life. Both for the better and worse. We're going back now. Back to a time when a little demon girl hired some hit men…