Oh bully, I forgot to say all the special crap, didn't I? I DON'T OWN JACK SHIT! Okay, I own the idea for this, and my Oc, Anastasia. Not to mention Nikki, It would be terrible if anyone stole her and tried killing me with her. O.o

Damn, I don't own the Matrix either. That'd be fucking legitimate, no? I'd be SO RICH!

R&R, PRETTY PLEASE? I'M ALL ALONE!

And thank you to AmberBreath, for your comment!

Fair to say, I should have been dead. Really, I'm just that type of person who would get pissed if I wasn't dead from several thousand volts dancing in my nervous system, having fun as they wrecked havoc on my mind, no doubt laughing as they puffed out my silver hair to insane lengths. I should have been dead, no miracle, no second chances, right? I was extraordinarily gifted since an almost-deity gave me life?

Nah, just bully for me. I was made fun and ostracized at school, criticized to abnormal heights by my 'doting' parents, and mentally slapped around by everyone I knew. All because I had the stupid hair color, my sarcastic attitude, and my stellar grades. I repeatedly failed math, but I was in the highest honor classes for science and English, not to mention I was the best artist and singer at school. Oh, I wasn't confident enough to sing in front of people, but I could handle small crowds. Everyone knew I had the voice of a star, some people said I could duet with Amy Lee. I scoffed at them, and tried passing off as blind adoration.

Why was I looking over my pathetic life now? I was dead, right?

No, not me. I'm apparently too special to die.

I was standing in a white room, one which would make the Matrix look dirty, and I just had to take a second to look around me… nope, no noticeable features besides the fricking whiteness of it all. I felt my eyelid twitch. Why was I mad about not dying? I think most people would have been utterly ecstatic at the prospect of living even after they were murdered, or was it suicide? I wasn't happy on that little fact.

Sighing, I almost humped out of my skin when a mirror dropped in front of me. It was a beautiful mirror, with a black, carved frame. I stepped forward to peer at it. The design was incredible, consisting of vines with thorns racing down the sides, almost like French spirals would. Between each spiral, there would be a different card sign, like the heart, club, spade, and diamond. I had always liked the symbolism of it, but all of a sudden I had a bad feeling about it. My fingers occupied the air right above it, and I could have sworn it was emitting energy. I stepped back; paranoia drilled into my veins, and circled the mirror. It was double sided, same thing on the other side. I was very, very confused.

"Like it? It represents you well, does it not?" Came a voice with a shitload of ambiguity, even with the question. I whirled around, a defensive movement that left me with my hands curled as fists at my neck level, and my knees bent. A blue-ish figure hovered before me, and it looked like someone stabbed it repeatedly with a blue glitter pen. That just happened to glow. I had no eyes, but not in a creepy way, just in a mysterious way. I straightened back up, embarrassed.

"I like it and all, it's gorgeous, but where the heck am I?"

"The realm between this world and your future one."

"Really? That's cool."

"Is it? Is it interesting to be taken your world to only be put in a more desperate one?"

"What is your problem?"

"Is it I who has the problem?"

"Um, are you just gonna hover here, or are you putting me in the next world, what ever it is?"

He looked through me for a second. That was how piercing his stare was. I felt uncomfortable, and I started humming 'Kids' from MGMT. Honestly, that was what came to my mind. Shows how serious I was on a bad day. He frowned at me, and then a small smile came over his face. Mentally, I was shocked, my mind finally working.

"H-holy shit-you're a…a…a…precur...sor?" My mind had just about fried, and it felt like I needed a second. I stood there, reeling. I was in a game. Unreal. Impossible, but apparently not improbable. God…dammit.

"Yes, I am surprised you we not scared of me. Oh, it is time for you to go." With me staring-no, transfixed at him, he disappeared. Into who-ever knows where.

And left me there, here, whatever, alone. Wonderful. I stormed around the room, seething. How dare he leave me here! I was going to ask so many questions! Why did Nikki try and kill me? Why did she murder all the people at my party? I didn't consider them friends, and I wasn't exactly sobbing over their demise…but still! What the hell happened? If my memory was correct, I had to travel over to Haven city, land myself in prison, not die, oh, because I never worry about that. I looked at my reflection, and wasn't very surprised. I had the characteristic elven ears, an unnatural chest size, (which I just knew was going to bother me. You can't shoot a fricking gun while trying to find a place to put your cleavage.) And, was dressed totally differently from back when I died. I was wearing a black tank top (Which showed my boobs, and cut off at the belly. I noticed I had a belly button ring. Awesome!) I was wearing camo pants, (Which hugged my voluptuous body) and black combat boots. On that, I totally and irrevocably approved of. I could kick ass, and I had plans on kicking ass.

I touched the mirror, out of simple, pure curiosity. Another Matrix rip-off. The mirror coated my hand, even if I tried pulling it away. I screamed, and pulled away, but failed. My eyes were wide with animalistic terror, and I screamed, again and again, and felt the silver coat my chest, the cold was so noticeable, and as I started to feel its touch in my throat, I grew silent, and passed out.