(Blah): Funny, crazy voice in Deadpool's head.
[Blah]: Serious voice in Deadpool's head.
-Blah-: Deadpool.
*Blah*: Cori when talking with the Deadpools in her head.
Some say our lives are planned out even before we are born.
Some say our fate is down to our abilities and mentality.
And I suppose, there are those who believe that it is due to a combination of both.
But quite frankly, I think it's all down to sheer dumb luck.
I could never explain what happened that night, in the dark of night, shrouded in the hood that my boyfriend, Gregory, had given me before he had died so many years ago.
The shadows were lightly dancing across my face as the cold bit into my exposed skin, and I had to close my eyes as the wind picked up slightly.
Suddenly, there was this sound. Panic gripped my heart and I stopped, just listening.
When the noise came again, I turned to watch. There stood a man in a white suit, wings spread from his back, one white, one black. Little horns were on his head, and his eyes were an orange that reminded me of my mother's pumpkin pie.
He stepped forward, and my fight or flight response decided to kick in. My body turned, running the other way.
Suddenly, something thin and metallic had curled itself around my waist, digging into my skin.
Pain roared to life all over my body, before everything went black.
Now, readers, this story gets sorta crazy from here. What? You thought it was crazy before? You must be out of your damn mind. Let's get to 3rd person. Maybe that'll explain this messed up sh*t.
(3rd person)
The young woman with cherry red/brown hair and dark green eyes lay motionless on the stark white of the carpet in her apartment, where she mysteriously appeared.
Her name is Cori Giselde.
As she started to stir awake, something tried speaking in her mind.
She lazily opened her eyes and groaned as pain pounded through her head. Damn, how did she get there?
(Do you remember the angel devil dude?)
Cori gasped and bolted up when she heard a strangely familiar voice, staying stock still and looking around.
No one?
[Well, yes and no. We're inside your head.]
Cori jumped again at the next voice, and then realization washed across her face.
-Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner!-
OK, so that's the prologue. Will continue, don't worry. I just have to continue writing Lies (Lila) for Invader Zim. There will be a sequel to this where Cori goes into their world, but I won't spoil any major plot points for you. Favorite, follow, REVIEW!