Summary: She'd forgotten who she was. She'd forgotten what she was even fighting for anymore. She had no purpose, and yet keep living. For what? For her 'parents?' For her only friend? For her own selfish desire? If only she could remember just who 'Amber was.' If she could only remember why she hated Blue Corp so much. If only she could understand those faint memories that she held so dear.

But there was one thing she did know.

That 'Amber' was only part of the giant puzzle called her life.

AKA

Amber is a 17-year-old that feels out of place in her own body and is just trying to figure out who she is and what her purpose is in this shitty world. She begins to get answers in the worst way possible when she and her best friend (Cassandra) are kidnapped during a camping trip. Bit by bit memories start to make more and more sense as Amber does her best to keep both them alive long enough to escape the hell hole called The Operators Mansion.

Hello, you can call me Midnight, and welcome this hell hole I like to call "Of Ravens and Blue Jays." I hope you buckle up and enjoy this rollercoaster I've created.

I just wanted to clarify a few things about this story. It is labeled a romance but it is not a thing that will come quickly, especially because I never really intended for characters to like each other but surprise surprise, they decided otherwise. The majority of the begging will be horror, mystery, action, and suspense. I am going to try and make the characters as believable as possible, as I am (sadly?) a fan of creepypasta fanfictions but find a lot (but not all) of them are cringy. I also wanted to create a story where the main character is completely hopeless, but not invincible. I hope I succeeded in that.

I think that's it, I hope it helps give a clearer idea of how the story is going. Either way,

Enjoy

Assignment 0: The Raven and the Blue Jay

-Location: LA Time: 11:40pm-

The city was loud that night, louder than it normally would have been. People walked, ran, and waltzed past each other. Some with frantic faces, others board expressions, and few with a look of melancholy.

A woman blew plums of smoke to the night sky, watching the world pass by. It had been a while since she visited the city, and yet nothing had really changed besides the noise. Why he even asked to meet her here was beyond her. Still, she came and waited, people watching to pass the time.

A mother chided her daughter over the phone, while a group of drunken men tried to pick up a girl way out of their league. There was a CEO who walked a little taller than the others. An addict, standing in the shadows of an alleyway while an office reported the suspicious activity. A group of teenagers, whispering excitedly over a few fake IDs.

The woman smiled. No matter where she was, or who she saw, the world was full of many different people. The good, and the bad. The wild and the normal. The extroverts, and the introverts. Each one with an entirely unique personality. No man nor woman was the same. Though, there is one thing that she noticed every human being in the world has. A metaphorical pair of wings - or at least that's how she saw them -representing who they are. Their quirks, talents, failures, and flaws.

Everyone starts with a pair of pure blue wings, much like the blue jays. It is only over the years, and the experiences people have, that they begin to change. Some wings were torn from the pain of the world. Others with a few colorful feathers added in. In fact, few wings rarely change at all, staying stable as their lives. They are the lucky ones.

Each feather tells a story. Every pair is ready to fall, just as much as they are willing to fly. Still, each blue feather can fade into the darkest shade of black. Stripping away all innocence, all morals, and all humanity. Only to leave an empty vessel to be filled with some other evil. The once tiny bluebird now transformed into the destructive raven. They live among the innocent, unknown to them all. Their shoulder hunched forwards, dark, soulless eyes watching, searching for their next victim. Only to later leave a flurry of black feathers among the blue corps of the blue jays they tore to shreds.

Unable to see their wings, it would be impossible to differentiate the innocent from the tainted. A person wouldn't be able to see your new best friend, the sweetest and most trustworthy of them all, smile cruelly when they turn their back. Her wretched wings spread out, ready to stab you in the back. Nor the peaceful businessman, who donates to the children in need. His wings dripping in wet blue paint, so that it may cover up his abused wife at home. Only she can only see the darker feathers underneath. Not even the cute waiter or waitress, who contemplates the best way to murder and dispose of their body. All the while, they are unable to see, because those beautiful feathers block their view. They deceive everyone, but a selective few.

The Ravens themselves.

A monster just like herself.

"You look well."

The woman turned and found a man walking towards her. He wore casual clothing, but his hair was slicked back per usual.

"Same to you," she dropped the cigarette before snuffing the embers with the heel of her boot.

The man seemed unamused, "I appreciate you coming here, Laura. Especially since the incident."

Laura shrugged her shoulders, "While I still think you're crazy for doing this, I know deep down it's not without reason."

The man let out a hum, "True, I do have my reasons."

She raised a brow, face expressing the message 'Alright, so get on with it.'

"I have reason to believe our ' friends' have started to move forwards with their plans again."

Shoulders tense and teeth pressed together Laura let out a hiss. "You're shitting me, but that would be breaking our,"

"I know," the man's eyes glanced about the street, "I'd like to further discuss the situation, but not here. Too many eyes."

Laura nodded her head. Turning around she spoke in a ghost of a whisper, "the usual."

The only response was the tap of a foot. She shook her head and walked off. Once out of sight, the man started his own trek in the opposite direction. Tension hung in the pace they once resided but was drowned out by the city noise.