Title: Change

Subtitle: Bottoms Down

Based off: Dynasty Warriors / Romance of The Three Kingdoms

A/N: I receive some of my information on yueyingnet/dw, Wikipedia, the game itself, and my own personal knowledge. Also, here's a warning, I'm just trying to finally make the official ending of this two part story, so I'm not minding much of present and past tense, however, I would like a bit of a critique, tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dynasty Warriors or the novel - I do not own the lover in the story - I do own the character.

I will warn you now; you will hate the ending of this story. I wanted to share this with someone, anybody. I couldn't share it with my grandmother or my friends. But you're perfect. You have no idea who I am and there's no one you can tell, I trust you. At first you're not going to believe this happened to me, and I don't blame you. But all I need is for you to listen. I don't know how it happened, but it was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Well, in its' own way. We all go through something amazing in our life, even when we don't realize it. I want to share with you this… whatever you call it, because it changed me. Completely. I want to tell you of my story. Honestly, I didn't believe it at first. But it happened. I know it did. Somewhere in my heart, everything happened and I was happy. Just thinking about it, I'm happy.

"Someone had cut their cord and they swerved straight out off the bridge."

"Oh what is to become of her?"

"Mom? Mom!"

"I'm Rong Bai."

"You ungrateful little brat!"

"You can only stay if you get your bone."

"Please don't! DON'T!"

I jolt awake from my slumber, groaning from the pain of my stiff shoulders. Man, talk about an eating conscience. I take a look around the room, everyone is gone. I got up from the worn out couch and I left the place too. Am I going to come back? Maybe not tonight. I'll probably find a worn out building to rest up at, but I'm not going to sleep.

It's been awhile since I dreamt about them, and it's weird because I usually see them in separate dreams. They would be there in one, and then it would be him in another and, after, her, or even just at random times. And just to avoid those dreams I sometimes wouldn't even sleep. But when I do, they just attack me, those dreams.

Those dreams hadn't always been around, they just started coming when I left his house. That place. How long has it been since I left? It feels like it was just yesterday, especially with the mixture of that dream still fresh in my mind. But it's been a long while, maybe a year or two? He told me when I was fifteen and a half, how old am I now?

I don't even know what day it is, my mind wonders as I walk through the streets of Hanzhong, looking in stores, seeing if I could get a glimpse of a calendar that would tell me so. After the first five, however, I give up and just walk, not knowing what I'm going to do. However, one of the buildings caught my attention because it was a mirror window, where only people on the inside could see out. I couldn't help but stare at my reflection.

My black hair was oily and smelled like shit. It was choppy, due to random cuts I made to get my hair out of the way, or from others cutting my hair during knife fights. My clothes were dirty and ripped. Some tears made from falling on the ground while I walked, hit something, or when someone almost cut me during fights. My skin, that was once a light color of, I don't know, peach, was now a dirty bronze tan from being out in the polluted sun too much. I also had black smudges all over my face, dirty from not taking a shower in weeks and from falling in my recent fight.

Needless to say, I looked absolutely disgusting.

I continued to walk the streets of Hanzhong, wondering what I should do. I'm not hungry enough yet to steal some food from a cart, but I am pretty damn bored. Stopping in front of an alley, I began to contemplate if I should go inside. Before I took a step inside, two cops stopped me. I didn't panic.

"Is something the matter?" I asked calmly, staring at them bored. I haven't done anything wrong, yet. Just let me go through that alleyway already. They both took a look at a something then back at me; one of them scrunched their nose, most likely coming from me.

"Are you this girl?" One of them asks, holding up the picture of me, in my school uniform, looking all primped up and clean. I just stared at them. They moved their mouths again to question me, but I grab a girl that just passed by us and threw her at the officers and I booked it out of there. They blew that damn annoying whistle, alerting other possible local cops to grab me.

Crap, crap, crap!

"Halt!" I see another cop in front of me; before he could grab me I grabbed another civilian and threw them at the cop, and slipped through an alleyway, a different one from the one I wanted to go through in the first place. I heard their steps following me and I grabbed some garbage cans and knocked them down, I prayed it slowed down their chase.

Finally, finding a back stairway, I jumped and grabbed the ladder, pulling myself up before the cops could grab me. I ran up the stairs, and through a room where a family was having dinner. I didn't care as they stared at me while I ran through, busting out through their door.

I could hear them coming and tried to find a room to hide, finally a janitor's closet caught my eye and I quickly went in. Looking around I tried to find part to hide in, then I saw the shelf and crawled under it, trying to merge with the darkness.

The door opens with a cop looking around through all the easier hiding spots and he curses, slamming the door. I stay in that spot for awhile until everything goes dead quiet, but still I stay inside and I'm tired.

I think I fell asleep.

…

"What the fuck is that smell?" I woke up to a gruff voice, at first I don't remember where I am then I did. I was in a small janitor's closet. I see a rough face and a large hand pull me out of from under the shelf. I was literally thrown out of the closet and the large man just stared at me with disgust. "Go home and take a fuckin' shower!" He slammed the door on me. With shaking legs I got up and began to leave the apartment. Where now? Home? I don't have one. Oh shut up. I'm not feeling sorry myself. Boo hoo. I have no home. That's just oh so damn fine by me. No, I don't need your goddamn pity. Look at me, talking to nobody, I'm just that fuckin' insane.

It's getting dark, but like that matters. I breathe in my hands, but shook my head from the stench of my own breath. God, no doubt I have gingivitis: gross. Well besides the obvious that my breath stinks, where do I go? Maybe I can... Yeah, I guess I'll go there. No, not that place, but there. Where everything really began.

It took maybe two hours of walking but I finally reached it. I could smell the polluted water from where I am, but despite the disgusting smell worse than my own stench, I approached a mark that has never been fixed. A mark that can never be fixed. I was on the Hanzhong Bridge, over the polluted water and I touched the mark where it all ended and began, you know, like that one dumbass cliché. I just stared at the dent of the bridge. They never fixed it, dunno why though, I mean, it is kind of dangerous. But this is where they died. In a way, I'm glad they never fixed it. If they did, I never would have known where it would now. It's been, well, only God knows since when I visited this place.

They were so kind and loving. What does love mean again? Affection with adoration right? It's not like I don't know what it is, it's just, it's been awhile since I felt love. And I especially know it can drive someone insane. To the max.

I look around the bridge, it's kind of weird that there aren't any cars passing by, I swear there were like ten earlier. I turned my attention back on the mark and black burn marks. I heard the cars again and my attention went to the road of the bridge again.

And he was there.

"Darling," did it suddenly get cold? Nope, just me. "Oh, I've been so worried about you," it's life in prison or death on me. Death sounds real good right now. "Please, let's go back home."

Home. When was the last time I used that word… I think I was fifteen. Yeah I told them, I'm gotta get home, he has something important to tell me. If I knew, I would have kicked my own ass for telling such a horrible lie. That disgusting bastard.

"Oh, darling, I promise, everything will be better." Like hell it will. I backed up against the railing of the bridge and looked back into the water. That red, brown water thing. I wonder if dogs could find me. I mean, how badly do I really stink? "Don't do it!" I could hear people screaming not for me to do it. Well, not the first time I've disappointed someone. Looking down, it's pretty scary. But which is better? Not jumping or jumping.

The answers pretty obvious: bottoms down.

A/N: I meant for this whole thing to be choppy and confusing. It's the influence of William Faulkner's writing of As I Lay Dying (or something like that). Any advice or ideas would be extremely helpful. If anyone has question, I will answer them, however, there will be certain questions I won't answer just because it will be revealed throughout the story.