Yay! An ACII oc fanfic! Not like we see one of those everyday, right XD

I don't want her to be a Mary Sue, so the moment she starts acting like one, please let me know! (Well, going back in time does count as a mary sue element... huh. crap)

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except her recently dyed purple hair.

Chapter One: Leap of Faith fail

"Come on, Lil. Just lean back, and I'll catch 'cha. Trust me."

My friend Krista was doing wonders to help my calm. There was no way I could just lean back and fall. That's insane! I can't believe she talked me into this "Trust" thing. Hell, I can't believe she talked me into climbing on top of my car. How she managed that, I'll never recall.

"Umm… I think I'm good with just climbing back down, thanks." I weakly stated as I looked down at the ground. I wasn't just scared of heights; no, I had to be terrified.

"Oh come on, Lillabeth. Just fall back and I'ma catch 'cha." There was her strange accent again. "Hey! Stop trying to climb down!"

Sighing, I looked back at her. "You'll catch me, right?"

"Yes." She smiled, flashing me with bright, unadulterated innocence.

"And you won't drop me. Right?"

"Of course."

"A-and you'll pay for my dinner? Right?"

"Sure, why not."

"A-a-and, there'll be no more needs to prove that I trust you… right?"

"For the last time it's called a 'Leap of Faith'." She sighed dramatically. I gave her a hard stare.

"Faith in what, exactly?"

"In me!"

"… Can't I just buy you a pony?"

"Just jump."

Attentively, I steadied myself on the hood of my car. Taking a final look from on top, I could see several of the neighborhoods children staring at the resident artist/freak-on-a-car. Laughing. 'Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, kiddos. Wait 'til your crazy friend declares that you need to prove your trust. Then we'll see whose laughing. Then we'll see.' I took my last breath of air, for I'm sure I was going to die, and leaned back.

The sensation of falling overwhelmed me. I felt the air pass my ears and wrap around my face, bringing up my recently dyed-purple hair, and caressing my body with such gentle arms. I closed my eyes at the feeling. This was something that made my fear just fade to nothing. It was, as if time had slowed down, just long enough for me to feel this. And I felt as if I could touch everything. Feel everything.

But, in these short seconds, differences made themselves known. The air tasted different. Instead of dry air and the normal pollution that hang around, it was humid, and I could almost taste the sea. And the pollution was gone. The air was clean and fresh, like the countryside. But not just the air, it was the sounds. Normally, you could hear the rushing of cars in the distance or the occasional dog barking. No, there was a cluster fuck of voices all around. As if I were standing in a crowded market, instead of in the quiet suburbia.

And then, there was the impact. My body wasn't greeted with arms stretched out, or the hood of my car, or even the concrete sidewalk. No, concrete was smooth, and didn't have gaps.

My butt landed first on solid ground, and the rest following right after it. The pain from it felt so very real. But as I opened my eyes, it all had to be a dream.

Tall, three story buildings cased the brick alleyway I was in. At one end, I could see a river, and then another building standing above it. At the other end, I saw a street filled with people walking by and paying no attention to the world around them. But what scared me the most was their clothing. It didn't consist of the normal street clothing that you see. No, oh dear god no, it reminded me of the Renaissance.

I began to hyperventilate as I stared at the impossible before me. 'This can't be happening! This can not be happening!' Getting up, I winced at the pain in my rear end. 'That's going to be bruised for a while.' I decided that I should walk towards the other end of this alleyway.

And I was met with another impossibility. The river that I saw was a canal. And there were old Vientiane boats. 'I couldn't possibly…' I stared hard at my surroundings as if looking at them would make them disappear. 'NO! This is all just a mental breakdown. Don't worry Lil, don't worry. Any second, you'll wake up, and this nightmare will be over!'

As, I was having my little freak out; I failed to notice the people standing not to far away. They gave me strange looks, and began whispering to each in a strange language. When I finally did notice them, they were already pointing at my hair and clothes. 'What are they saying? Are they speaking in Italian or something?' I thought for a moment. 'Oh yeah… they are.'

When I made eye contact with one of them, they suddenly backed away, and scampered off. 'Odd. But then again I must look odd.' I smiled as I fingered my purple hair. 'But there's nothing wrong with looking weird. Buut… I suppose I should try to blend in. Even if this is all a mental breakdown.' I sighed and reached for my bandana and quickly put my hair up in a bun, and tied the cloth around that. Strolling over to a window, I looked at my self. Nope, couldn't see any of my hair, unless you count eyebrows.

Sighing, I looked at all my surroundings. I didn't know a lick of Italian. Well, other than insults, those were a must learn during high school. And, my clothes wouldn't be invented until several centuries later. If I really am in the Renaissance era, then I'd have to watch out for the plague, bandits, thieves, rapists, and so on. 'Hmm… So it's just like New York all over again.' I chuckled a bit to my self.

"Okay, Lillabeth. Pick a direction and walk." Looking around of what I'm sure is Venice, I began to wonder. "Maybe you'll find an answer to all this madness."