I just wanted to let you know that I personally know the author of Stand Hero and have decided to do a continuation of his story with his consent. The reason why he stopped working on it was because he told me that he lost interest with writing fanfiction, so I'm here to write in the way that suits my writing style. I hope you can enjoy my first fanfiction and give me constructive criticism along the way.

I don't own JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, as it belongs to Hirohiko Araki.

(Play Dream of Dreams by Brian Crain)

In some forest, as some sky was an orange-red, with the moon soon to be in sight, the vegetation's many birds were chirping. The forest's branches, having recently been stripped of their leaves but now covered in a fine layer of winter snow were rustling in the wind. Not a thing was out of place with the exception of one very out of place thing. This thing was floating on top of a rotting log in one of the forest's many streams of water, being gently pushed to wherever nature was willing it.

On closer inspection you would realize that this thing was alive, but barely, and blood was profusely coming out of a large wound in it's side, with the sticky red substance mixing in with the water around it. This 'thing' was a woman with her eyes closed in a state of unconsciousness. She had brunette hair with black jeans, a red button-up shirt with a bloody tear, a brown leather jacket with an equally large opening and the glint of a golden badge attached to her belt. It's worth mentioning that her aforementioned hair had an odd bright blue streak running down the side, and at the very tips were remnants of brown dye running off of it, mixing in with the water and her own blood.

The moment she awoke she gasped for air and cringed in pain as her entire body started to spasm, the feeling in her torso being far worse then the icy cold of the water that surrounded her. She vaguely noticed that her right arm was holding onto the log for dear life. With a fleeting thought she wondered to herself if this was due to some sort of primal desire for self-preservation given that she was unconscious only moments earlier.

'This seriously can't be the end...it just can't be with everything I've been through...not with everyone I got to know...it just can't...' She weakly grasped the side of her torso in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding, causing her to hiss in pain, yet she bleed out all the same.

She looked up into the twilight filled sky with a very exhausted expression, her eyes twitching in agony from her wound. Many thoughts ran through her head, mostly in the abstract, until she was able to find one cohesive set of words.

'My life really has...gone to hell since that day, hasn't it? Sure its had some good moments, but it was pretty much just me meeting one psycho after another, each one trying to...shit. Damn. I...need to get out of this place. I...I'm losing too much...blood...please God, if you're up there don't let those...monsters get to me.'

Whatever train of thought that was still together drifted away for a minute until she suddenly decided to forget her vain attempt to cover the hole in the side of her torso and go instead for her neck. She slowly but surely pulled something from out of her shirt. It was a golden chain with a large letter Z attached to the end. She held it firmly in her hands, as if it would be lost otherwise.

'It...can't end like this. Why...did my life...have to go to shit?' Her grip started to slacken, as whatever strength she had left to keep her eyes open was falling away from her. Without even knowing it her once rigid and twitching limbs started to go limp. 'I'm...so sorry...I...'

Then once again everything went black.