Chapter 1: Curious Beginnings

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You know how curiosity killed the cat?

Well here I am. The foolish cat. So to speak seeing as I'm human.

I had taken a trip from the home and now I was in an old abandoned building. It reminded me of a haunted house. Never realized how many creepy spot there were outside of my city.

I was on the third floor and I was getting nervous. The floorboards creaked with every step I took. Ther was dust and cobwebs on everything, and it seemed as if no one had been here for years. When the creaking stopped, my footsteps were the only sounds I could hear. As I walked down the hallway, my mind was focused on one thing; the gate.

Those words were spoken to me in a dream. It was dark except I could see one thing; a giant eye. It creeped me out but it seemed to be controlling my mind. It ordered me to come here. A dark figure came out and said. "It seems like things are going to get interesting from here on."

I didn't know what he was talking about. However, I'd never turn down an adventure. It normally got me in trouble with the cops, but hey! At least I had fun until the caretaker yelled at me.

I turned at a corner and noticed a red glow at the end of the hall. My black eyes grew wide at the sight.

"Come closer," a voice beckoned. I'd heard it before. The voice was coming from behind a closed door. I stepped forward and gripped the door knob. I pushed forward and my jaw dropped. s

The floor was glowing red and there were weird black lines all in a circle.

"What is this?" I thought out loud.

"An opportunity for a change. You want it don't you? Maybe even need. Come closer young one."

I hesitated before going forward. I instantly regretted moving.

It felt as if my life was being sucked out of me. I screamed as if it would help me. The world I knew began to fade away, all the while a voice laughing at me.

"Ahahaha! Have fun on the other side of the gate little girl!" He laughed the whole way down.

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Like Alice in Wonderland I fell down a rabbit hole. Though it wasn't a hole, it was emptiness and space.

I don't know when I finally got used to it. I eventually gave up and let it swallow me.

Shooting pain traveled up my spine. I hit something hard and poke-y when I landed.

"Ow," I groaned. It took a while for my body to get used to everything. I sat up and glanced around.

It was dark but I could tell I was in a room with two beds and a couch. I'd landed on a coffee table and it was smashed to pieces. A piece of wood was nicking my skin and causing my side to bleed.

"Ah, damn it. Where the hell did I end up?" I though out loud.

I shoved some wood aside and a pushed myself up. A light suddenly came on and I shielded my eyes.

"Who the hell are you!" a scrawny blonde kid yelled at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him before kicking pieces of wood out of my way. "Who's asking? Also, don't yell at me. I'm already half-deaf in one ear."

"I'm Edward Elric. Now who are you?" he demanded.

I glared at him as I spoke. "Toni. I don't have a last name."

He glared back. "Okay. How the hell did you get in here? The door was locked and you didn't fall through the ceiling."

I looked up above where I'd landed. I shrugged and looked back at him. "I don't know. One minute this creepy voice is talking, the next thing I know this bright red light comes out of no where. Now poof! I'm talking to you just moments after I broke a table with my back." I ran a hand through my black pixie hair and sighed. "Oh yeah!" I exclaimed. "Do you have any band-aids? I got cut."

I didn't bother to wait for an answer. I twisted my back and pulled at the ends of my black hoodie and tank top. I tried to look at the cut while the poor guy was trying not to look at my exposed backside.

Pain shot up my side when I moved the shirt. I winced. There was a piece of wood stuck in my side. It had torn through my shirt as well. I turned my head away.

"The bathroom is over there," Edward said as he pointed to a door.

"Thanks," I said. I hurried to the bathroom and closed the door.

I lifted my shirt back up and looked in the mirror. Slowly, I pulled on the wood, careful to not leave any little bits.

Blood came rushing up once it was gone. I almost immediately took a washcloth and pressed it to the wound.

I came out of the bathroom with the cloth pressed to me. It was beginning to bleed a lot. I pressed hard and inhaled.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I walked over to the couch and sat down. "I've suffered worse. This is just a little cut compared to some of the crap I've dealt with."

He stared at me with wide eyes. "Geez. How much trouble do you get in?"

"A lot," I said simply. "I once got hurt so bad I had to be hospitalized. It was a stupid fight." I sighed and pushed my pixie hair back. "This guy punched me and I got pushed into traffic. Got hit by a car. I've sworn to not fight. My caretaker got so pissed, it was almost funny."

I could have gone on and on, but the pain in my side was making me drowsy.

I lied down lengthways on the couch and used my arm as a pillow. My eyes got droopy and my whole body seemed to shut down.