This is the happiest moment of my life...well not really but at least i can finally, honestly say that all these characters belong to me! Me, me, me!!! I own this story so please don't steal. I know at this point in the game that my story kinda blows but hey...thats why i need YOUR help! Ok here's the deal : You get to help decide what happens in my story...well actually only what its a crossover with. You get 2 options...Gundum or Labyrinth? i can write either one but i wanna know what YOU...the reader want to read about! So please, please, please read and review. Or better yet....email me!!! misty568_2000@yahoo.co.uk I promise that i'll write you back and i really wanna know what ppl think of my writing. Well i'm gonna shut up now so you can read the story.
Oh and if you think of an idea for a title for this PLEASE share it with me...i'll give you credit for it and all that other good stuff! ^_^



Prologue:

It was a dark and stormy night, the kind that makes one believe the spirit world is uneasy. The hour of night wouldn't help discharge this thought either, for it was midnight, the witching hour. The time when are said to wander freely into our world, to wreak havock on they're unsuspecting victums. No one in they're right mind would be awake at this hour, in this weather, without wondering what sort of creatures may be lurking in the shadows. But despite these things, there were those who were wide awake, anciously awating the new presence that would soon be bestowed upon them. The gift of a new life.

A shrill scream could be heard between claps of thunder, signialling the arrival of the much awated birth. In a brightly lit house, the source of the screams suddenly fell silent. Silent as death. The mother had died. All too soon the silence was broken as another clap of thunder errupted, causing mornfull wailing to emmit from the newborn baby. The doctor, a short, balding old man, shook his head sadly as he pulled the bedsheet over the woman's white face. 'Poor girl' he thought sadly before turning slowly to the wailing babe. Picking it up in his arms, he slowly hobbled out of the room, making his way downstairs to where the expecting family was waiting. He dreaded the thought of telling the family of the mother-to-be's death. 'Death by life' he thought. 'How ironic'.

Slowly the old doctor made his way into the room where the family awated news of how the birth had gone. All quited when the doctor hobbled into the room, carring something screaming in his arms. The look on the old man's face indicated that there was something important to be said. "It's a girl" he told them. Michael McFey, the new father, jumped up from the chair where he was seated. The doctor gently handed the child over to it's eager father. Michael smiled down at his newborn daughter, who in turn stopped crying. "How's Marissa doing?" He asked the doctor, referring to the child's mother. The old doctor looked at Michael sadly. "I'm sorry..." He said softly. "But she didn't make it". A massive wave of emotions made it's way across Michael's face before being replaced a moment later by a hard, emotionless expression. He moved slowly, mechanically as he handed the child back to the doctor. Then, without looking back, Michael fled from the house, never to be seen again.




Well whacha think? I hope ya liked it. Remember read and review or else i'll chase you down and attack you with a....taco? ~_~ The horror!!!