A/N: So the starting is pretty crappy, but this is sort of an AU/Crossover for my original story I'm writing. It's pretty clear what the oc can do, but it's fuzzy around the fact what she is exactly. The further you read, the more the story will unveil itself as to how she came to be, and the oc's back story, and why she acts the way she does. It does clear up a bit. I am unsure if this will be a romance, per say, but I put this story in that category just in case. If you really want it to be a romance between any two characters, just let me know. Your reviews/comments always inspire me to continue and get better at to let you know, this fanfic picks up where season 1 left off, so that's where it takes place at the beginning of this prologue.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the OC and the story/idea that revolves around her. All Z-nation characters/Season 1's plot is the property of SyFy.
I saw a missile in the sky, and I furrowed my brow in confusion. The missile was headed somewhere close by where I was-in Colorado. I turned my head, bringing my thumb and my pointer finger to the corners of my mouth and letting out a high pitched whistle. In a matter of seconds, I heard the cry of a bird.
Overhead, a red bird with streaks of gold and orange feathers on it's tail rested on my shoulders, picking my up by my gray tank top. The bird combusted, setting itself on fire with me along with it. My whole body was in flames, burning away at my clothes. The flames changed and formed into something. My skin wasn't affected at all. I welcomed the flames as it disappeared, leaving me in a black leather jacket, a dark red shirt, tight black pants and black boots. Along my belt that hung loosely around my waist was a long, fireproofed silver whip. My eyes flashed bright gold for a second, before I was lifted off the ground and brought to where the missile was supposed to hit.
It wasn't long before I arrived, and right when I was near the building the bird dropped me. I ducked and covered, rolling onto the ground and landing on the roof of the building. There were three people moving away from the building, a colored female, a white kid with black hair, and an old injured man who needed help walking. They didn't turn to look back, and I was hoping they wouldn't. I ran inside, forcing myself to push through and look for anyone else who was trapped in the building. The further I got into the building, the creepier it got. Bodies lay on the ground, and as I got to the deeper, part of it I found zombies that weren't quite zombies, but they weren't human either. I felt someone's body heat. It was faint, but I followed my senses to the heat source. There, I found an Asian girl around her early twenties. She wasn't dead, but she could be mistaken for a zombie. Damn apocalypse. She didn't look too good.
She was on the ground, breathing heavily. She looked at me, and from my reflection in the glass cabinet behind her, I saw what seemed like a mask flash across my face. A mask made of flames. At least, people who have seen it thought it was a mask made of flames. Every time the mask appears, my appearance changes. I used to be a superhero and used that to my advantage. Nobody ever knew who I was. Then the zombie virus spread and I could do nothing but watch in horror.
"Who are you?" She croaked, breathing heavily. "Stay away." She coughed.
"No time." I said, "Trust me." I told her, bending down.
"Missile.." She breathed.
"I know." I deadpanned, lifting her up into my arms, still bending down. For the most part, my body covered hers.
The missile was only a few seconds away and my whole body was firmly planted on the ground. The moment it hit and exploded, I braced myself for the blast, closing my eyes, taking a deep breath. The instant I felt the heat, I opened my eyes. My whole body was bursting with energy, and my eyes began to burn, glowing it's signature bright gold. I absorbed every inch of the blast, and also the ground beneath me began to break, and the building began to collapse, I didn't flinch. I felt myself sinking as the building went into pieces, the impact on the blast taking my breath away. I held the girl tight.
When it was over, there was nothing left bust flames. The girl passed out, and I absorbed the last of the flamed within my body. The missile created a giant crater within the ground, and I suppose I was lucky to survive. But I was the reason why the missile didn't do as much damage as it was supposed to. I stood with the girl in my arms. My skin was scratched up due to the debris flying around when the blast occurred, but I knew I'd be fine. My body shielded the girl from any further damage.
I walked out of crater with her in my arms, and the three people whom I saw was gone in a black Denali. I could see them in the distance, and I knew if I wasn't here to absorb some of the blast and impact, they would have been dead. Inside the car, from the back, I saw the guy turn to look back. I set her down, making sure he at least saw her. I was aiming for him not to see me, but he did.
The car stopped, and he burst out of the door. As he neared, I stood up, and took a step back.
"Hey!" He called out, the colored female trying to catch up with him.
I turned my heels and ran the other way. I didn't stop running until I was a fair distance away. I turned around while I ran, my pace slowing down a bit as he stopped to care for the girl. Probably his girlfriend.
The lady that followed him was still going after me, but as I continued to run, I called my bird to carry me away. By then, the lady turned around and went to treat the girl I had just saved.