I do not own any cartoons in this, they belong to all their respectful owners. I only own this story and any OC's.

I am rewriting this story. This story at first was not intended to be the massive crossover that I had decided to go for later on. So I decided to restart it all, and there will be some massive changes because of this. It took me a while to figure out where to go, but I eventually decided. For example, the new Jacklyn will be more out in the public, and we will see crossover characters earlier, not that Jacklyn knows that. She is going to beat herself up later for it, thinking she should have seen it earlier. But you never think of it being a crossover when you are already born into one cartoon, you become blind to it, waving it off. I can not promise we will be in the same place we were before I started rewriting once all the chapters are up.

I will later rewrite the first story in my Story Dump because of the changes I will be making here. But that will only happen after I finish rewriting and catching up to where I was,I want to concentrate on this first.

This is going to be a mass crossover later on. Having said that, their will be crossover couples. If you do not like that, then you don't have to read this story.

-Chapter Start-

The world is a dark, cruel, cold and horrible place.

(People cry and scream, wars happen everyday, hatred is spread for just being different or for things that are never in your control, and so many deaths could have been avoided each day if only we could get past the little things and help each other out.)

'Who is screaming?'

The screams of the innocents are ignored, everyone turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to the screams of pain that are begging for help. Bloody tears streaming down their faces as they choke on their own blood, the tainted ones laughing at their pain.

(Why does inequality happen? It is because we see ourselves as separate. We see ourselves as Americans, Chinese, Russian, Korean, African American, Asian, and so many other categories. We do not see others as the same, we do not see them as our fellow humans. In the end everyone is the same, were all only human. And humans make mistakes everyday.)

'Why I am not doing anything?'

Blood pours all around, splattering across the pavement. Soon it is pooling all around, even as the scream continue to call out for help. Nothing but P A I N.

(Why does murder happen? Why do people kill their fellow humans? Oh, but we forgot, it does matter if they are human. It matters what race they are, what gender they are, what sexual orientation they have, but not once has any murder said they killed them because they were human.)

'Why am I not running to help?'

Mocking laughter, numbness creeping up, choking. Questions scrambling in the mind, feeling alone, abandoned, betrayed.

(The bystander effect, or bystander apathy, is a social psychological phenomenon in which individuals are less likely to offer help to a victim when others are present. But has it ever occurred to others that when we think 'Oh, someone else will step in.' that the other people are thinking that? In the end no one helps and someone gets hurt or worse. Has no one heard of the phrase 'If you are not apart of the solution, you are apart of the problem.'? We are all apart of the problem, and no one cares.)

'Oh, I see why...'

Red covered vision, red tinted taint. Blood dying everything to skin and hair red, skin paling to white as screams dying down. The smell of rotting flesh and death taking over, the metallic taste of blood choking everything else.

(When a major disaster happens, suddenly everyone cares. That is not a bad thing, people will send money, food, blankets, and other things to help the people effected after it is shown in the news. But after a few months, when it is not longer the hot topic, suddenly it no longer matters. You wave it off, it hasn't happen to your home so why should you do anything more? But people forget, while it may not be your home, it is for someone else.)

'It's because I'm the one screaming.'

The world then went black, numbness ruling out. The pain fading, heart slowly beating. Coldness taking over, warmth leaving skin and bones. Heart slowly stopping and breathing nonexistent. The only thing that could be let out one more time was one more piercing scream before the last beat stopped midway.

(It is funny, when someone screams for help no one comes. But when you see smoke, everyone runs for it. It's funny, because we would rather see someone burn instead of helping another.)

The darkness took over, memories fading. But, so many stayed.

The who you are is gone, along with how you look. 'Who am I?' Who the family is, how they look is away as well. 'Where am I?'

(The nice people are taken advantage of, chewed up and spit out. Humans are selfish.)

But so much stayed! Floating in the nothingness, cursing and trying to move. Sometimes wishing that all memories left.

Because the most clear memory is of blood and death. The other memories that stayed are jumbled, swimming by so fast that they can not catch them just yet. The feelings stayed and they wished the pain would go away so that they can finally have peace. They thought death would be the end of all of this, so why so they feel pain still?

(Humans are contradictory, never settling in one place or picture. But is that a bad thing? A good thing?)

But then hands grabbed them, pulling them away. Kicking and screaming out - because they thought that they were done! - begging for the hands to let go. Muffled voices calling out as light suddenly blinded them, forcing them to close their eyes.

(Humans are adaptable, that is why they are on top of the food chain. We make what we need, change what needs to be changed.)

Giant hands moved them, a flurry of movement before they realize that they are being cleaned. Forcing their eyes open, they are met with a giant. Taking in a sharp breath as they were held once more, they smelled something familiar. White was everywhere and they could hear beeping.

(But not everyone agrees with those changes, so which side is right? It is all the matter of opinion. And that is a hard things to change.)

'A hospital.' Soon they were laid on something soft and moving, arms wrapping around them.

"Congratulations, it is a girl."

All the other words after that went into one ear and out the other. 'Reincarnation, rebirth.' It all ran through her head as she laid on the women's-No. Her Mother's chest.

She has been reborn, she has a second chance. But a second chance for what?

(But humans are stubborn, and some are so selfless yet so selfish. Humans are contradictory, yet so simple. Sometimes, it has to be worth it all to fight for what you deem right, no matter what kind of person you are.)

Then she remembers it all, the blood blinding her and choking her. Whimpers broke out before she could help it. Ignoring the soft cooing from above her, she made herself a promise.

The world is a dark, cruel, cold and horrible place.

But she is going to change that.

She is going to make it better, going to make it more.

The world will become brighter, warmer, softer and a nicer place when she is through.

(What is justifiable about war? Any kind of war? One side to defend what they have, to keep it all the same. Another side wants change, to make a difference in some way. But is it worth it in the end? No one knows for sure. After all, the victors are the ones to right history. In the end is a difference worth it? Only the people can answer that, and everyone has a different answer. Only they can decide if it is worth it.)

-End Chapter-

I'm sorry this took so long to come out, but it is finally here! Jacklyn's thoughts and feelings are a jumbled mess right now, as she had just died then get reborn.