A\N: Avril Lavegne inspired this. So I hate her. She gave me a plot bunny which WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!!

I'm...alone. On a bridge. Hiding under rubble.

I don't know who I am. I know someone gave me a thick black jacket, and I clutch it around me, walking through the destruction.

It's so...empty.

I finger the bracelet on my wrist. There's wires inside of it, I realize. But they're cut. It won't work, whatever it is.

Why am I so alone?

I look around. No one's here, just beggars, people like me. They don't belong, either.

I don't know if I ever belonged.

I look up. There's just the sky and the city and me. I like it.

So I start walking. I don't know where I'm going. I don't think I'm going anywhere. I think I'm just walking.

I like just walking.

I yawn, then smile. I'm sleepy. That's a nice feeling, a new one. Does it always feel so warm and good?

I step through deserted streets, through a deserted city. I'm a little scared now. What happened to the people?

I walk up to a house and knock on the door. "Hello? Is anyone home?"

A tiny face pokes out of a window above me. I smile. "Hi! Can I talk to you?"

The tiny face pulls away, and the window slams. I jump, then start running.

I don't want this. I want to be far, far away. So far this is just a bad memory.

I keep running. I'm scared now. Tears roll down my face. Who am I? What's going on?

I run straight into someone. I yelp when he grabs me, laughing. "Hey, lookit this! Pretty little girl."

I struggle, trying to fight, and he and some others just laugh more. "Fire in her, hunh?"

"Ah, make a perfect match for you, Miguel."

"Just get it over with." A bossy voice. Will he help me?

"Please." I whimper. "Help me." Why do I sound so scared? I'm not scared of them. They're laughing. That's good, right?

"Sure, sweetie." One says, wrapping me in his arms. "I'll help ya out. C'mere, gimme a kiss."

He forces his toung into my mouth, and I pull away, scared again. "Stop it!" I gasp. "Stop, please..."

He slaps me, and I spin awkwardly into a wall. I can't do anything, just stare up at the guy as he walks tword me...

"Leave her alone."

The men laugh. "What are ya, knight in shinin' armor?" One slurs. "C'mon. Give us a minute."

"Leave. Her. Alone."

Whoever he is, he takes on the men easily. I don't move as he turns to me. He's Latino, wearing a white shirt and smiling at me.

"Who are you?" I ask.

He frowns. "Don't you remember me?"

I stand up. "No. I don't even remember my name."

He nods slowly. "I'm Trent. I'm your boyfreind. And your name is Kira. C'mon, I'll take you to Mesegog. He'll explain everything."

"Mesegog?" I ask, taking his hand. Something feels...right about him. Nice.

"He's our boss." Trent kisses my cheek. "He's a grouch, but it's okay. He's on our side. You'll like him. Promise."

I look back once as we walk away.

I know the men are dead.