This chapter was written by BluEyedLightning in the view of the character, Raven.

Fuck. She beat me again. Last time I am using Paul Phoenix again. I look at my best and basically only friend, Krystal. She smiles innocently and says, "You didn't do too bad, Raven. How about we play a different game?"

I almost scowled. She was so positive and optimistic. If she weren't my best friend, I would be walking away right now.

I nodded. Though I don't mind losing a game, I did mind losing five times in a row.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask skeptically.

Krystal takes out a copy of Final Fantasy 13. My heart jumps, but just a little, at the thought of trying it out.

"I hear great things about it," Krystal told me as she popped in the disc.

"Yeah, I also hear it's linear as fuck," I muttered.

Krystal frowns but says nothing. Over the years she has learned to ignore my negative comments - probably why we are still friends.

"Do you want to play or should I?" Krystal asks as she sits next to me on the couch.

I shrug and say, "Well, since you are clearly better at games than me, you can play first."

Krystal giggles and grabs the PS3 controller. We both watch the opening scene, which was pretty badass. Just as the pink-haired character punches the man with the chocobo in his afro, the whole room turns black.

Or maybe I just passed out.

I open my eyes. The first thing I see is the woman with the pink hair glaring down at me.

Wait – that wasn't right.

"What the hell?" I groan as I squinted at the person before me.

"I don't have time for this," the woman says with a hint of anger, and runs in the opposite direction of me.

Don't have time for what?

I look around me. The place looked freakishly like the game Krystal had just been playing. There was the huge train that crashed into some magnetic field, and I was pretty sure I just saw that woman who singlehandedly took on a group of soldiers with guns, and punched a man in the face.

"Are you seeing this?" I ask Krystal. Then I realize I haven't heard her since I landed here. She was gone.

Pacing back and forth frantically, and coming to the conclusion that I was now in a fucking video game, I let out a couple of obscenities. Then, after breathing in deeply, I begin planning.

"I guess I should go after – what was her name again?" I ask myself. "Oh yes, Lightning."

I began walking.