Hi! This is my first story that I made on fanfiction. It isn't very good and I would really appreciate some reviews telling me about how good my story actually was. Please don't be afraid to express what you think about it! This is a story that I made following up a different story that I am actually starting right now. I say story too much. Sorry. Now I'm rambling…um, enjoy! ^^'

Prologue

There was a loud silence.

Panting heavily, a shrouded figure laid her back against a tree, stopping a moment to catch her breath.

"I know you're there."

Freezing, the girl looked around the area, trying to find the source of the voice.

"Come, can't you greet me for old time's sake?"

The voice was cold and reptilian, even buttered with sweetness as it was. Shivering, the girl crouched down further at the side of the tree.

"Oh Sarah, you always were such a fool."

The voice was still sweetened and sounded more like an old grandmother but it was unmistakable that there was a slightly harder tone to it. It wasn't hard to see that the voice was disdainful. Gritting her teeth at the name that the voice had called her, the name that he, no it had chosen to call her, she hardened herself for the inevitable.

"Yes you were always such a fool…but there is nothing I can do about that. As much as I'd like to help, you must learn from your mistakes. I cannot teach you this lesson".

She froze in the act of taking her knife out of her belt. Was she hearing right? Had he actually admitted that something was not possible to him? And had he actually said that he was not going to have her "learn her lesson"?

Not daring to believe it, she slowly took out the rest of her knife, although she did not make any moves to use it.

"Well get on with it already. Are you going to punish me or what? Straighten out that tongue of yours and give me a straight answer" She said with a total lack of color in her voice, although it still trembled from the restrained emotions.

Chuckling, the voice said "You have been learned well. There is still room for improvement, but much better than I expected. You even spread your voice out so that I could not pinpoint it as easily. Clever."

Then the voice suddenly vanished.

Bewildered, the girl spun around trying yet again to see where the voice had been coming from. AS she did she noticed that the cold that usually accompanied him was gone as well.

"Where did you go huh?" she taunted "I thought you said you always had the last word?"

Though her demeanor denied it, she was frightened when he did not reply.

"Show yourself!" she finally shouted, panic making her lose the cool head she had learned to use.

"Farewell."

The girl froze as she felt the cold breath of air that brushed her neck. It had come from right behind her. Surprisingly it was not full of pretend sorrow and buttered soft and sweet like honey. But neither was it disdainful and hard. And it wasn't snooty and triumphant either as if he was about to strike the final blow. Instead it was worse than any of them. It was as somber and grave as a death sentence. And instead of the usual cold and flavorless tone, it had a tinge of…regret in it? That was when she truly began to panic. She uttered one small word. A word she hadn't uttered in ages. A word she only used in the direst situations.

"Help."

Chapter 1

"Whoo-hoo!"

At the top of an impossibly tall roller coaster three friends sat on a red Styrofoam packed seat. The one who had just hollered was sitting up, arms in the air, eyes shut, anticipating the following drop. The other two were the exact opposite: huddled down low, eyes open in fear, and wishing they had never been persuaded onto this ride. Then the moment came. The coaster teetered at the top of the ride, its nose slowly pointing down to the ground.

"It was nice knowing you." Said one of the two frozen teens, as she closed her eyes in preparation to what was to come.

The boy who she was addressing just nodded, finding that his throat was too dry to speak with.

And it dropped.

Going at a frightening 256 miles per hour it went down almost in a 90 degree angle. All three screamed. The two tortured teens were screaming and held on to each other as they dropped to what they were sure was their imminent deaths. Their friend on the other hand was screaming and hollering in exhilaration. He kept his arms up and his eyes open the entire ride even when they started to water. They went around in twisting turns, loop-the-loops and several smaller hills. By the end, two of them were nervous wrecks and the other a twitching, spazzed out, adrenaline-pumped maniac. There wasn't much difference really.

As all three trundled out of the ride, they turned to see a smirking girl sitting by a bench. Waving them over, she asked "So how was it?"

Scowling, the shaken boy did not bother to reply and ran a hand through his jet black hair. Finding it trembling, he stopped the action and laid it on the armrest beside him.

The other girl did the talking.

"It was terrible! Not only did it make me feel like throwing up whatever was in my stomach, I felt like doing it with him yelling and screaming in my ear!" she said pointing at Tucker, their African American friend who was now chattering on about the roller coaster and how awesome it was.

"Now excuse me, I'm going to get out of the sun and into a nice dark corner where I can brood in peace." The Goth girl muttered, pushing past them to probably find a bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach with.

Danny, the black haired boy said, "I used to wonder how I could love flying so much yet be so frightened of roller coasters." Sighing he continued, "Now I think I know why. While I'm flying I'm in control and if I see that I'm going to hit something, I can dodge or turn intangible. When I'm riding a roller coaster I can't do that. I just have to sit and hope that the ride is as safe as it says it is. Speaking of which," He said his face turning a delicate shade of green, "I think I'll take Sam's cue and find a brooding place too-preferably the bathroom." And with that he went off to find the men's room.

Chuckling, the red haired girl, Jasmine, or more commonly known as Jazz, turned to see Tucker still narrating on about every second of the ride, although it did seem like he was winding down.

"And then there was all this tension in the air when we were at the top of the hill and I could tell Danny and Sam were all like 'OMG. We are going to die today.' But I wasn't scared and I was so glad we were at the top. And then we dropped down and we were all like 'AAAHHHHH!' and 'EEEEKK!' and 'GAAAAHHHH!' and-"

Shaking her head and rolling her eyes, Jazz sat through the techno-geeks rant and waited patiently for Sam and Danny to come back and somehow shut up their motor-mouthed friend.

"Hey is anyone else as hungry as I am?" asked Danny after he had come back with Sam from their little excursion, looking much better.

"I am." Replied Sam, who had bought a soda while walking back and sipped contently while watching the screaming kids who were riding the various coasters. "After that ride, I thought I would never eat again but yeah I'm starvin'."

"-Then the loop-the-loop- Wait. What?" Tucker said finally tuning in to the conversation and stopping his own narrative. "But we can't eat now! We still have to go on the Spine-Cracker and the Twisting Torpedo!"

"We can do those after lunch." Said Sam firmly, while shuddering at the thought of going onto yet another roller coaster.

"Yeah. Seeing that you two just emptied your stomachs right now, I'm not surprised that you're hungry. And Tucker, it won't hurt to take a small break from the thrillers for a bit. Sam's right, we can always do more after lunch." Replied Jazz, shouldering her purse as she got up from the bench.

"I didn't say that I puked!" Said Sam indignantly.

"You didn't say that you didn't." replied Jazz with a smile.

"Well I for one am starving." Said Danny firmly as he got up. "And Tucker, what's with you? You're always the one who's complaining about the dearth of snacks and food."

"We still need to go on the Spine-Cracker!" Tucker insisted although he did sound a bit uncertain.

"Come on Tuck, give us a break! We've been on roller coasters all morning!" Danny complained.

"Yeah and you must have missed, like, 6 feeding breaks!" Sam said as she began to pry at her friends weak spot.

"Yeah…and the carnival food is so good…." Said Danny, latching onto Sam's idea.

"Well the boardwalk fries are delicious…" said Tucker, who was slowly breaking.

"Yeah, and I heard they had jumbo milkshakes!" Sam wheedled.

"…but like I said, we need to go on the Twisting Torpedo. But…"

After about 30 seconds of this, Tucker broke.

"All right then what are we waiting for!" He yelled as he then dragged his two friends over to the food counter and promptly buys enough food to last a fortnight.

Chuckling, Jazz smiled as she watched her brother and Tucker have a wrestling match over whose burger was whose. In the process the food got mushed and the drinks knocked over. At times Danny seemed to have the upper hand and at the other times vice-versa. Eventually Sam got fed up with it and shouted loud enough to make more than a few pedestrians look up nervously at them, and taking the four burgers she gave two of them to the boys before stomping back to the bench where Jazz was collapsed in a fit of giggles.

"Here's your food." Mumbled Sam before unwrapping her own and taking a ferocious bite out of it.

Still weakly laughing Jazz got up to eat her meal.

"What is this?" she asked as she looked at the "food".

"I don't know. It was mutilated enough when we just bought it, but the guys mashed it up even more." Rolling her eyes, Sam paused to swallow before holding her food at arm's length and inspecting it as well.

"Ugh, I almost wish we hadn't persuaded Tucker that we wanted to eat." She said as she finished her inspection and continued eating.

After Sam had finished her outburst, the two boys had sat there dumbfounded until Sam had thrown them their food and stalked over to the bench. Then (after they had checked to see that Sam wouldn't hear them) they proceeded to argue.

"That's one's mine! I remember that lump." Hissed Danny as he pointed to a bump that protruded from the burger in Tucker's hand.

"Yours has the same thing!" Tucker whispered back.

And so they continued before Sam, noticing the lack of eating, growled and stared daggers at them until they meekly unwrapped and ate their burgers.

Jazz laughed.

As they were driving home (courtesy of Jazz) Tucker belched and said, "You know; now I'm really glad you guys persuaded me to eat. I don't know what I was thinking at the time."

"I'm just glad that you finally agreed to go home." Said Sam as she grimaced as she remembered how, when Tucker tried to go on another roller coaster, he had thrown up the hearty meal that he had just eaten.

"Well at least you hadn't been on the receiving side!" said Danny, guessing correctly what Sam was actually referring to.

"Ok, here you go Sam!" said Jazz who was painfully unaware of the argument in the back seat.

"Thanks Jazz. Well, see you guys at school." Sam said as she got out of the car.

"See ya." Replied Tucker and Danny. Well Danny did at least. Tucker was saying "Bye." when an enormous belch came through. Sam rolled her eyes as Danny howled in laughter and Tucker blushed bright red.

After that, they dropped Tucker off at his house and headed home. Sighing happily Danny snuggled more comfortably against the seat of the chair.

"So…." Said Danny as he looked slyly at his sister.

"So what?" his sister asked nervously.

"I was just thinking…"

"Danny I don't know what you're thinking but I don't think I'll like it." Said Jazz firmly.

"You don't even know what I was about to say!" Danny said indignantly.

"Doesn't mean I can't guess and so far it isn't a very encouraging picture." Jazz replied. "Whatever it is, no."

"Can you at least hear me out? Then you can decide if my plan is too crazy or not."

"Plan?" said Jazz nervously. "Plans are made for a certain reason. Oh, Danny what did you get yourself into?"

"Nothing! I just wanted to-"

He never finished his sentence. The car suddenly stopped, and Danny yelped as he hit the seat in front of him. The car skidded on the road as it tried to stop at full speed.

"What was that for!" asked Danny as he massaged his bruised head. He had never imagined that his sister would have done something that reckless. "You could have killed us!"

But Jazz wasn't listening. Danny looked worriedly at his sister, wondering if she was in shock or something medical like that.

"Uh, Jazz?" said Danny nervously. "Jazz?"

But Jazz didn't reply. Instead she slowly raised a shaking hand up and pointed out of the front window. Frowning, Danny looked out of the window that she was referring to. And what he saw made his jaw drop. There, frozen in the headlights like a deer, was a girl. A girl who was all dressed in flames. She wore a coal black costume that had shimmering tongues of fire that lapped her legs, arms and torso. Some of them joined together on her chest to form a logo that was shaped like a lightning bolt S. She had large handcuff-like bracelets on her wrists and feet with black gloves and boots. She wore her fiery hair up in a ponytail. Her wide eyes were amber and glowed and flickered in the dark. At her waist was a thick red belt that had several pouches on it. She also looked utterly terrified. But as she saw Jazz point at her and see Danny gaping, she snapped out of her frozen state. With a single glance at the couple, she ran out to the side of the road-and vanished.

I did terrible…oh well. Hopefully the later chapters will be better. I hope my writing didn't make you all fall asleep and please give reviews! (They're good for our health you know…)