Author's Note: First off, of course I do not own "Sucker Punch" or any of its related affiliates, though you have no idea how much I wish I did. Then this story would turn into a prequel movie... Yes, this seems unrelated to the events of Sucker Punch for now, but it will eventually reach that point. This is a story, after all, not just another piece of lover's fanfiction… Though, I admit, it will get to that point in its own due time, over the course of this story. Please, just enjoy this as is. I promise it gets a whole lot better~

So you want vital information first? Okay.

My full name is Blaire Blaze Jones. Silly name, I know, but my big brother, Blue, had named me… We'll get back to him in time. I'm female, if you couldn't tell the obviousness in my name, and… To be honest here, I'm lesbian. Something that will make sense after you read this part of the story, at least … I'm twenty-four, and I was born on a perfect Sunday morning. It was the twentieth day, on the third week of April; Palm Sunday. Don't know if it means much of anything, but I suppose it holds significance, being one of the Lord's son's last days an all: the day Jesus Christ went to Jerusalem before the events of Easter… I don't think it's necessary to tell you all, but I've stood at five feet and four inches tall since I was fifteen years old. I possess pale, lightly freckled skin, with a touch of a good-natured tan, barely wavy black hair whose tips just touch the small of my back. Oh, and no bangs; I hacked them off with a pair of scissors when I was two because I hated them, and they never grew back properly to cover my forehead, just slipping to the side like the rest of my hair. Finally, I have what people always described to be "chocolate brown" eyes. The overall ensemble is an appearance resembling my own mother.

Alright, so I guess, if I'm going to start somewhere, I might as well start at the beginning, right? It always seems to be the best spot, and going in chronological order seems ideal, or you all will just get lost… You see, my parents were the ones a child would pray for at night to have, for they were the ones that practically could only come from dreams of some sort: loving and kind, ever-so-patient, understanding when things would sound like nonsense, and always tending to needs; only ever treating their children when they rightfully deserve it. Before I ever roamed this earth, my big brother was here. Named Brandon Benjamin Jones, he was called "Blue" because, rare enough, he possessed dark steel blue eyes strangely complimented by his slick and straight black hair and almost deathly pale, but still living, skin. He hardly even looked like he belonged against us, but he was, and he thoroughly enjoyed being special. He always had been the bold, charming, and most expressive member of the family. He was caring and just as lovingly kind as my parents, though sometimes it would be a bit much. He had this possessive little aura about him; didn't make it easy for him to share his things.

When I arrived, he was absolutely delighted to be there to greet me, though I was fussing quite a bit as I was adjusting to the new surroundings that were not my mother's womb anymore. My parents gave him permission to name me, and he practically jumped at wanting my first name to be "Blaire". It was the name of his only pet, a cat, that ran away only the week before, and I had reminded him of how much the feline had been a handful for everyone. Then, he walked over to me, and we made eye contact for the very first time in our life. After what seemed like ages, he looked up at my mother, a grin on his face, and wanted my middle name to be "Blaze", for he said he saw, behind those brown orbs, a fire; a spark, filled with the ethereal want to explore the world.

And, indeed, it seemed he was right about both things. I was a bit of a mess to keep up with, a little rebel from the day I began to walk, and even more so when I was able to talk. For example, the day I cut off my bangs… I also was a wanderer. Every time we went into the busy city named Fort Wayne, only a ten minute drive from our house, I'd always be found at one of my two favorite spots. One's a small park with a lake, the water never seeming to evaporate in the summer and cool enough to swim in, and always looking so calm and serene in the winter when the ice freezes the environment, good enough to ice-skate upon… The second place? Well, actually, there has always has been a carnival, run by official workers who spend their time operating the place, picked out by the city council and mainly containing generously humorous people. The place was a haven for kids, adults, and couples, especially on a Friday or Saturday night. The lights, sounds, colors… All of it was a sight so thrilling and wantonly loved.

One day, when I was only about eight years old, I had decided to wander off again while my family went to the bank. The carnival, being the closest place, was where I wanted to go anyway, because I wanted to take a ride on the new Ferris wheel that now loomed grandly, a part of the skyline, taking along Billy since he was my responsibility, and he'd never been to the carnival just yet… Oh! I never told you about Billy. My mistake… His real name being William Baron Jones, he's four years younger than me. He has dirty blond hair, fair freckled skin, and curious little hazel-green eyes; a mirror image of my father, except for the fact that he currently has a baby face and stunted growth. Only standing at five feet and six inches, which really isn't much for a twenty-year-old male… Anyway, after riding the attraction, which was a wonderful thing; being one-hundred feet in the air in a secure metal pod-shaped room with you and up two, even three, other people, Blue found us as we walked out of the carnival. He looked purely terrified, his eyes widened, and dark red splotches on his fairly new white linen collared shirt. I asked why there seemed to be ketchup stains on it, unknowing of the substance, but it only caused a look of despair and deep worry to cross his face. That's when he told me: there had been a violent bank robbery… And my parents were amongst the number of casualties. He was relieved himself to have made it out after being held hostage at gun-point, and wouldn't stop running until he found us. It was a gift that he knew my favorite places…

I wouldn't stop crying. It happened almost night and day for a week before they were reserved for only at night, always when I had nightmares, which was frequent for our short stay still in the now-quieter house. The officials allowed us to live, with the help of a nanny to temporarily take care of us, for a month while we waited. We only had one other relative: our mother's father, and, therefore, our grandfather, Thomas Aaron Travers. A strong man mentally, emotionally, and even physically for his elderly age, he was a retired military general before resorting to becoming a cross-country bus driver. But, once he heard that he'll have three children to look after, he changed his job to only being a fourteen-hour shift going between Indiana, where we live, and Vermont, that he only drove every other day… With snowy-white hair that always looked so perfect for him, wrinkled but tough skin, lively brown eyes hidden by black square-framed glasses, and the most knowledgeable and understanding face, he became a great guardian for us, always giving advice and little jokes through them. We had the times of our lives there, we barely kept track of time between school, having friends, and all the knick-knacks in life that made it enjoyable. Even when Blue left for college, it wasn't bad. Even when I graduated from school early, only at sixteen, and left for college as well, it wasn't bad for Billy and Grandpa; they got along just fine in my absence.

Soon enough, it was my birthday. My eighteenth one, in fact. The morning of, we had a bit of a breakfast party, and Blue even came by from college to spend the whole day with us. He was currently studying to be a medical technologist so that he could be of help in the hospitals, since it became a goal of his in "redemption" of sorts for his regrets of not being by our parents' side and trying to stop the robbers. I, as well, was on a similar path, though, for me, it was in the field of psychology, for I love helping people, and had a good personality to boot... When Billy went away to school and Grandpa having been gone working, not to be back until a bit after billy, we hung out together at the carnival, having fun and all that stuff. He even got me a big, one-foot-tall stuffed teddy bear. The only thing different now was that we both had a couple of beers. Not enough to be completely drunk, but we weren't sober either… When we got home, there was still an hour before Billy would get home, soon after to be followed up by Grandpa, and we were bored. I decided to go up to my room and study for an upcoming test, when Blue lumbered in. He had this foreign look in his eyes; something I've never seen before in hardly anybody else… A look of lust. He came up to me and started whispering sweet nothings, his breath hot, causing the alcoholic content in it to mingle in the air sourly. I tried to shove him away, but that made him angry, and caused him to push me down roughly as he got on top of me. I started kicking, screaming, anything to stop him… That's when Billy entered the room. I yelled at him to call the cops before kicking Blue in the groin, where I knew it would hurt the most… I tried to run as fast as I could, but slipped and fell in the hallway. He got on top of me again and just began touching and teasing me everywhere. It was horrifying. When he began to slip off his trousers, the police managed to arrive and take him away… This was the point at which I swore I would never let a man touch me again.

All he was given was the charge of assault and attempted rape. That, alone, though, got him five years in jail, though I knew it was an injustice. He lied his way into getting much less years in jail than he should… Soon enough, the nightmares began to stir again. One tragedy within twenty years' of one's life is enough. But two drove me insane… No sooner than a week later, I was sent by my grandfather to an all-girl mental institute under the conditions that I was beginning to suffer hallucinations and traumas, causing me to be unable to function properly in social situations. The name of the institute? Why, the then newly established Lennox House located in Brattleboro, Vermont. Grandpa knew the location well enough, and took me there himself on his next shift, even stopping by the place to drop me off and bid his good-byes.

That's where things just begin for me.

Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. Here are the ties: Blue, Blaire, and Billy (better known as the to-be "Tommy Soldier" that people know from the second "world at war" scene and ending scene) are siblings. Grandpa Thomas is actually the Wise Man, if you can't recognize him from the description and job he has. Please read and send me your reviews! By the way, yes I like these twists and turns.