I'm giving a TV fanfic a go here. I love Nine Lives, but I always seem to have an affinity with the overlooked best friend, so I'm tweaking the story to focus on Amy and expanding the mythology. Hope people enjoy and please review.

PS Sorry the Prologue is so short, the other chapters will be longer

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Nine Lives (well duh)

Prologue

Amy's POV

You know that phrase, 'be careful what you wish for'? Well, it's always bugged me. I mean, why be careful, it's not like those wishes come true, and people who say it always look so smug and superior and make you feel about two inches tall. But with hindsight, that lone sentence may have been the single most apt and infinitely wise thing anyone had ever said to me; but no one ever did. For me I had to learn the hard way that wishing for something in a small pathetic envious part of you mind and then that wish colliding full force with your perfectly normal bubble life are two entirely different things. And to have it happen twice within the space of mere months just took the piss.

It all started when my best friend, Chloe, died and came back to life, then found out she was essentially the messiah of the Mai - some weird Egyptian God species descendent of Bastet - along with the hottest and most off-limits guy in our school and his cousin. And then teen superhero hijinks ensued, including a creepy organisation hell bent on the Mai's ultimate downfall and Chloe's second death of nine. And all the while I, Amy Harkin, was the cliché envious Robin to her super-cool Batman. I longed to be the courageous, independent heroine who had boys falling all over her. All I got was Paul, and God love him, he was never going to inspire epic romance.

But that's Chloe's story, not mine. No mine began on that stupid date with Jonah, wanting to bring a bit of danger into my comparatively dull life. I had never been more scared when that man grabbed me. But it was when he threw me into that chair and locked the door that something just… snapped. I went from panicked to calm and collected in the space of a second. The men who, mere minutes before had put the fear of God in me seemed puny and pathetic. I rose from my seat and the men rushed for me, but there movements seemed sluggish. I don't remember much of the fight itself; something inside me just took over. I wasn't timid little junior Amy, who lived in the shadow of her best friend. And then the door smashed open, and Chloe and Paul rushed in. Yup, that's where my story starts...