Author Note: okay finally got this up here this is my first publishing for this account and hopefully i'll get my other ones from my other account, but anyway

Summary:Ashlyn has died and got shot, and dead people don't wake up...ever, let alone in her favorite movie series universe, can she solve the mystery of her bng here, and maybe find love on the way.

Warnings:Only thing is I might use the Lord's name in vain and very mild cussing(bastard twice) and maybe slash(yaoi) later...maybe...pairing unknown, give me some suggestions...

So reveiw, comments, concerns, qusstions, If you hated it and want me to die, loved it enough to bear my children, whatever floats your boat.:

.:!Prologue!:.

Okay I might be paranoid, or imagining this, but my 'spidey senses' are tingling like a police siren, and my spidey senses aren't wrong, since I began working as an intern for a law firm, I've developed the sense for 'bad guys', and from the way this day has gone I really believe I'm getting followed.

So I hope im wrong, I hope its not Michael, my lying, cheating, insane, controlling, ex-boyfriend. So because he was-no is- that insane I wouldn't put it past the drug dealing, douche bag to put a trailer on me, hell I wouldn't even trust the guy to water a plant, let alone leave me the hell alone. Always wanting me to do everything his way, at first I thought, hey he just loves me, so he wants me to be safe, only thing I should have been safe was from him. I finally broke up with him after the first hit, I had wanted to go see Transformers 3 with my girlfriends and me, but he got mad when I told him and swung, just to spite him I went anyway and that night I called and told him I was coming to get my stuff and then I was leaving him.

He didn't take it well. After the initial screaming and cursing then came the really bad, the hitting, yeah, yeah I know what your thinking, oh no he hit her so bad, she barely got out with her life… sorry to disappoint you but I won…it was kinda sad.

So do I blame him for sending a goon after me…hell yeah.

Am I gonna win…hopefully.

So on a whim I turned down a random alley, hopeful that it isn't a dead end, and lucky me, he follows me, so I lead him down a few more inconspicuous turns, by now im in the bad part of town, and I mean bad, like you wouldn't come here for a million dollars bad, so ever hopeful me( where did all this hope come from all of a sudden?) I suddenly took my last round-about turn hoping that he is close enough and that I can grab him, and surprise, surprise…I'm wrong.

He's at least a good two feet away, so I do what any damsel in distress does, I scream and run. Little to my knowledge, I run into a dead end.

Just my luck, huh.

As my kinda adrenaline fogged brain comes to realize that I'm stuck at a dead end, then it proceeded to the general oh SLAG!

So now the big question is, how the hell am I gonna get outta here. Slowly I turn around and what do ya know? He's standing at the end of the alley with the streetlamp illuminating him, in any other situation I would've laughed at the corny villain look, but when said villain is staring at you, planning to do, only God knows what, you sense on humor kinda dries up.

And thus presides the kinda freak out as he slowly lumbers down the alley, I try to fake a turn then go the other way, but it was like he was reading my movements, and unfortunately anticipated it. Next thing I know he pushes me to the ground and digs a pistol out of his pants, points it at my temple and mubles softly,

" I'm sorry but I need the money, hun. "

Okay lets see if the old sweet-innocent-you-can't-shoot-this-face-can-you look, so I muster up the quietest look I can and ask the question I've wanted to know since he started stalking me,

"This is from Michael, isn't it"

"Unfortunetly dool-face"

I could just feel the smile melt off my face, if I knew Michael ( and I did) he had this poor man's family locked up now, just itchin' to pull the trigger on some Mary Sue, so I made the hardest decision I have ever made.

"He's got your family, doesn't he" I mumbled, not even sure he could hear me.

"My wife of six years, and my adorable daughter of four, I really don't want to do this, but for them, I'd do anything."

"Then It's official, go on and do it, I couldn't live with myself if I lived, my twenty-four, versus her four. Just ummm…do it fast okay."

"I will always keep you on my mind, Ashlyn Lovet Porter, you will be in my prayers."

It might seem funny to you guys who are reading this, me conversating with my would-be murderer with a gun to my head, but I just couldn't allow a little girl to die, ever, period.

"I swear I'll make it fast, any last words to tell the bastard."

Wow, guy that is defenetly not what I imagined I'd say to anybody today, or any day for that matter.

"Umm…well I forgive you, oh, and tell the bastard I'm glad I'm in a place he won't be able to find of hurt me. Oh and the sex sucked, always" I kinda grinned at the last part, mainly cause it was true.

Slowly he re-leveled the gun to my temple, and I notced one more thing, the guy was crying, not gaint sobs, but tears that would stain my soul forever. The last thing I saw was the guy whispering another sorry, and pulling the trigger.

As the world slowly darkened my last thought was,

I wish I could have been saved.

That's it folks...or till i post the next chappy, reveiw plz...if you wanna ask me a question or anythin confused you tell me and i will explain...I know it's short, but it's a prologue so i hope to have more length but no promises

.:CIAO:.