My friends got me into the Thunder Cats series (most recent one) and I fell in love with it instantly. SO, my character, Marilyn Young, will be a poor Earth girl who's been living with an abusive adopted home since she was nine and has self-harmed and run away. The only thing she had left of her birth mother and Father are two earrings and a bracelet that gave three identical deep red gems inside them. When Marilyn hits an all time low and tries to slit her wrists, they transport her to Third Earth. Can she survive this world of Cats and get back to her own world? Wait, who said she ever wanted to go back? And when a certain Lion Prince finds out about where the scars come from, will he even let her leave…? Also, when did she have Pyrokineses?!

TRIGGER WARNING! IN THE BEGINNING THERE WILL BE SEVERAL SUICIDES AND DESCRIPTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE AND SELF-HARM! TREAD LIGHTLY, OR DO NOT TREAD AT ALL- YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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Prologue: Concrete Angel

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Marilyn's silver eyes stared blankly down at the field of wildflowers from seventy-eight feet in the air- straight drop down. Marilyn took no notice or more precisely, she didn't care. She stood on a cliff overlooking a park where her birthparents would take her before the accident that took them away. Her phone played music, headphones over her ears and listening to Martina McBride's Concrete Angel. Not out of self-pity, but because the family that had adopted her was the cause of the three deaths before her. Eric McHale, age thirteen- killed himself by hanging. Jessica Kemper fourteen- ODed on pain medications and drowned herself. Little Kylee Ballard. She was nine and lost the will to live so early… stood behind a backing-out van and let it squish her...

Marilyn let a tear slide down her pale cheek before she raised her hand to wipe it away, only to stop at the silvery scars that made up more than normal skin on her wrists. The pocket knife weighed heavy in her jacket pocked, so before anyone discovered her, she whipped it out and slashed into her scarred thin left wrist, briefly seeing the meat underneath before the fountain of red bubbled forth.

Marilyn didn't stop there- she swapped it to her now shaky left and slashed into her right. A broken sob shook her frame- she could only hope that the evidence had gotten to the police in time before she left- that'd really suck if it didn't…

As the knife dropped from her now numb fingers, falling over the cliff along with a rain of blood, Martina's lyrics drifted to her ears.

And her dreams give her wings,

And she flies to a place where she's loved…

Marilyn's lips gave a broken smile before she sang the last line softly.

"Concrete Angel~…"

A gleam of red and warmth so hot it seared her veins flashed in her vision and jumped throughout her body. The light was coming from the bracelet that was still on her wrist. As her world was engulfed by red, the bracelet's light was pulsing- nah, probably just a trick of the light… or is it just her life flashing before her eyes…? No, the rocks and flowers were glowing as well. Then she was falling- had she fallen off the cliff? Wait… no she was on her bed? She hadn't had a bed since she was nine.

Silver eyes fluttered shut, but before they did, they saw the panicked greens of… a lion…?

This story will contain mentions of abuse, rape, lemons later on, and also mention suicide. however it is by no means a dark!fic! There is more happy than sad and torture! however, due to the dark and sexiness, the story will be rated 'M'! also, the story will get happier, but then a big dump of darkness and angst will happen somewhere!