Kit: Hello, all my loyal readers! I know you wanted a sequel to Cat Woman vs. The Phoenix, but I'm trying to work out some inspiration for it as we speak...er 'as I type'...So, I'll work on this for a while to keep all of you occupied while I try to think up a way for a sequel for the other story. If anyone has any suggestions, then just send it in your review! Thanks!

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Title: The World
Chapter # and Title: 1 The Beginning

Summary: One of Rayne's old friends is a computer programmer. She has developed a program where one's body can be sucked into another dimension to live an alternate life there. If they don't wish to do that, then they can just play there as if it were a virtual game. She calls it 'The World'. After discovering a virus in the system, she asks Rayne to help her. The problem is, the program has already gone world wide, and the whole world's population is in the program. If they don't figure out the virus soon, the whole world will pay...

Rayne typed quickly, her fingers flying across the keyboard that lay in front of her on the desk. Her eyes were focused on the screen of the computer, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. Heaving a sigh, she turned in her swivel-chair and looked at her friend, Kit Catasashi, "I don't know what type of virus it is. It keeps fighting everything I try to do to disengage it. It's not like any virus I've ever seen."

Kit sighed, "Thank you, my friend. We may just have to go into the system manually and fix it inside."

Rayne stood up, smoothening out the creases in her pants as she looked at her old friend, "I can help. It's been a while since I've helped out a friend."

Kit grinned at her, "Thank you so much. We'll have to get into the virtual world through one of the virtual transports. Then, we'll go from there."

Rayne nodded, "Alright, I'll send myself in first, since you know the most about what you're doing. You can follow after me." Kit agreed.

Kit walked over to the far side of the room, pushing open the heavy wooden doors to reveal three dark blue pod-like structures that look a bit like a cross between a fighter jet and a motorcycle, just without the wheels or wings. Rayne walked over to the first transport, heels tapping on the tiled floor as she walked, and pushed a button on the side to open it up. It popped open and Rayne sat down inside. It closed and a filter opened up in the side and some kind of steam spewed out from it. Rayne knew not to panic; she'd watched this done tons of times.

When Rayne woke up, the first thing she did was look down at her clothing, which had changed drastically from the light grey pants suit she'd worn in the office. To her surprise, she was wearing a dark red spaghetti strap top that stopped to show her stomach, but transparent material flared out at the bottom, the color of the top. Her skirt was somewhat like a sarong, lined with red satin on the inside. It was tied at the right side of her waist, and showed her thigh. She got over the game's choice of her clothing and looked at what lay under her right hand. A long golden staff, a gold crescent moon sitting at the top, sat under her hand. Atop the staff, floating in the middle of the crescent moon with nothing holding it up was a huge garnet.

Suddenly, she wondered what the game had done to her face, and she murmured to herself, "I need a mirror." Much to her surprise, a mirror appeared in her hand. Her eyes widened but she held it up to look at herself.

Her face was tanned, her eyes a gleaming ruby color. In the middle of her forehead hung a teardrop-shaped garnet, hanging down from a gold headband-liketiara that went around her forehead. Two pointed bangs fell to frame her face, obsidian in color. The rest of her hair still went to her ankles, braided down her back. A piece of dark red silk was twisted between the strands of the braid.

She stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes filled with wonderment, "What…or who am I?" she asked herself.

Suddenly, a computer voice rang out into the wilderness that she had been transported into.

"You are a Mage Dancer, the magical form of a Belly Dancer. Your powers range from seduction to the casting of simple and complicated spells. You are not as powerful as the sorcerer-level mage, but will receive power points for every enemy that you defeat throughout the game. Depending on the enemies power level, you can get as many as ten points added to your power level." The voice dropped off and Rayne grinned to herself.

"Cool…" she muttered to herself. She pushed herself up, looking around at where the game had sent her. She stood in the middle of a desert, surrounded by white sand on all sides. She could feel the warmth of the moving earth beneath her feet, which were bare and free of cloth of any kind. After noticing this, she hoped there weren't any sharp objects on the ground anywhere around her.

She twirled the staff in one of her hands, murmuring something to herself. The staff glittered a bright red and shrunk into a ring, a crescent moon with a garnet set in the curl of it in the middle of the ring. She fingered the ring in one hand, before placing it on her right ring finger. Suddenly, bright gold bands of light beaming next to her caught her attention.

Kit appeared next to her, dressed somewhat differently than she was. Her long pink-purple hair fell straight to her shoulders, spiking out at the bottom. Her top was made in the fashion of a bustier, silvery-black in color. Black net sleeve-like gloves covered her arms stopping just above her elbow, the net was woven in a way that it looked like spider webs ran over her arms. A black skirt, slit up to her mid-thigh on both sides, covered her lower body. Her shoes were black leather boots, with small heels that weren't at all high. A black-hilted sword was strapped to her back. Her skin was a bit paler than usual, and her pink-amber eyes were a bit more mysterious.

Rayne looked over at her, "What're you?" she asked, looking at her costume.

Kit looked down at herself, "Spider Web Mage, a level below your type of mage. I'm a cross between a Dark Mage and an Earth Mage. I'm not as powerful in 'body-language', if you'd call it that, as you are, but I'm your equal in basic power. You're better in hand-to-hand combat, because of your 'flexibility', so that's why you're a level higher than me."

Rayne looked at her, "Interesting color for a mix between Dark and Earth…" she muttered.

Kit looked over at her friend, smiling slightly at her, "This game doesn't base your clothing on what type of creature or magic user you end up being. Actually, you choose that, too.It bases it on your personal personality. You know, favorite colors, favorite element, basic body type, etcetera."

Rayne nodded half-heartedly, not really listening to anything her friend said,"Which way are we supposed to go?"

Kit looked all around them, her eyes calculating and sharp, "I think there's a village a few miles from here. We can go there, although we may not be welcomed with open arms, it's the best we can do."

Rayne grinned at her optimistically, "It can't be all that bad, let's go!"

Kit looked at her strangely, "Alright, Rayne…It's your funeral…"

Rayne winced as a large, burly man forced her up against a wall, now regretting her earlier optimism, "We don't like your sluttish kind around here, messin' up our kids minds."

Kit had gone off into the market, leaving her behind in the crowd, that is, until she'd been cornered like a rat by this large man she didn't even know!

Suddenly, Kit appeared down the road, trying to get to her, "Rayne, use your staff!" she cried to her.

Rayne stared at her, "It's turned into a ring. I don't know how to get it to turn back!"

Kit pushed a man out of the way, stumbling slightly as she almost tripped over one of the man's friend's feet, "Take off the ring, throw it into the air, and yell 'Garnet Staff, Ignite! You'll catch it instinctively!"

Doing as she was told, the entire cobblestone road was soon covered with a ruby-red light and a shout of "Garnet Staff, Ignite!" cut through what little bit of silence wasn't taken by the whispers of other merchants in the market who didn't want to get in the man's way to help her.

Just as Kit had said, she caught it as it fell towards her, almost as if it had just fallen into her arms. Falling into a fighting stance, she narrowed her eyes sharply at him. She twirled the staff in her hand, landing itin a strong and intimidating pose, "Garnet Stroblitz!" she shouted angrily, and a bright light erupted from the garnet on her staff. The rest of the next few minutes were a big blur. When she could finally see, the man gave her a frightened look and took of down the road, stumbling past people as their feet tripped him up.

She murmured something and the staff shimmered brightly, changing into a ring and floating itself onto her right ring finger. Kit came to stand next to her, giving her a look over to make certain she was alright. Once satisfied that she had escaped unscathed, she gave her a smacking clap on the shoulder, a grin lighting up her face, "That was amazing, Rayne. I never knew you had it in you to fight!"

Rayne returned her smile, "Hehe…I didn't know I had it in me, either…" she said lightly with a sarcastic laugh.

Elsewhere in The World…

A dark figure stood in the shadows, long blue-grey hair falling to his shoulders. The figure was clearly male, his slightly bulky and muscular figure giving that away.

The man wore a dark grey shirt, silver armor plates sitting atop his shoulders. His pants were slightly baggy, similar somewhat to dress slacks in the real world. His shoes were simple leather boots, the color to match his shirt. His eyes were a deep burgendy, and showed the obvious tiredness from all of his years of living, so judging from this he was old, but it was hard to tell exactly how old.

Behind him knelt a lithe but muscular young man, much younger than him. His head was bowed, but his features were still visible. Blond hair spiked about his face, setting off fiery but cold blue eyes. His shirt was a wine-red color, a long cloak of the same color wafting out behind him. His pants were black, simple and comfortable. His shoes were somewhat similar to black boots, but didn't have high legs. Instead, his boots just rose to his ankles. He was kneeling to the old man, who had his back turned to him, giving him orders.

"Vladimir, I have a new mission for you."

The young man's head rose at the sound of his name, "Yes sir, what is my new mission? It is an honor to work for you."

The old man turned, a smirk appearing on his face, "The future queen of the Fire Realm and the future queen of the Ice Realm have arrived, but their future husbands are no where to be seen just yet. I do believe that putting the two queens in danger will flush them out…That will be your new mission.

"But, you must wait on your first move for a while. The two queens must first meet their future husbands. That may take a while, considering the hearts of the two Realms' princes are so frozen over, the sun couldn't defrost them. Give them time, then attack when you see fit. Be sure the princes see you in the act, of course. That way they know they need to give chase."

The blond man nodded stiffly, a smirk coming to his face as well, "Yes sir, I will get on it as soon as possible."

The old man glared at him, "The two girls are not going to be easy to catch. They are clever, extremely so.Why else would the princes of the two realms choose them over all the others? I want you to go after the Fire Realm queen first. I want revenge on the Fire Realm prince."

The young man gave him a strange look, "But, sir? Which one is the Fire Realm queen?"

The old man growled, "The one that looks the part of a seductress, the Mage Dancer." To put emphasis on his point, the old man picked up a transparent crystal ball from the desk behind him, shaking it in his hand slightly before handing it over to the blond man.

"This is what she looks like," he paused in his explanation as the crystal ball began to cloud up and the picture of a young woman, two long raven bangs framing her face, appeared in the middle of it. "Her name…is Rayne. When you believe you are close to her, just pull this out, speak her name to it, and it will lock onto her power signature and lead you to her. I'd advise you to get her quickly before my patience runs thin with you."

The blond man nodded, "You have my word, Sir. I will get the future queen of the Fire Realm for you." Their maniacal laughter filled the air, then the old man cleared his throat and the younger looked at him, his laughter dying out.

"Get moving, Vlad. We haven't got all day, you know."

The young man jumped to his feet, bowing slightly before he exited their hideout in a flash of gold bands of light.

The old man turned, his eyes narrowing in the darkness, "Get ready, grandson…Grandpa's back and your wife's about to be my guest…If that's what you'd call it these days…"

Kit:Well, that's the first chapter! So, who's the man that's trying to kidnap Rayne! And, who're the Princes of the Fire and Ice Realms he wants revenge on so badly! Find out in the next chapter of The World!

Tala: Don't forget, readers! READ AND REVIEW!