Begin Again

Prologue

I've always been out of the norm, I was never like anybody else, I was different. Always singled out of a group, out of a crowd, always the black sheep that was ignored or overlooked. At least, that was how I felt. At least, that is how some people saw me. I never wanted to exist, I never asked to be born, and I never asked to be a part of something much larger than anything, everything else.

But life is unfair. People learn that real quick when they start living in this world - in any world, people learn that reality quite fast. I was one of the "fortunate" ones. At least, that is what most people would have called me in my world if they had known my story. They would have ranted on how lucky I was that I had dodged a seemingly deadly bullet.

They would have been right if it wasn't for the particular world that I had no choice but to be forced into against my own will. I look back and realize how foolish people were, including me, for wishing I could come to this particular universe. If somebody were standing in my shoes, I'd be positive they would agree. But I stand on my own, like I've always done.

One thing I have learned in this new world I am now living in is that, evidently, there are more people like me out there. That's been sent to other worlds under a multitude of different circumstances and by different scenarios. Whoever made this fucked up system, I'd like to have more than words with you

Cause I'd like to ask what in the fucking hell is wrong with you idiots.

Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is. If you think you are a part of the same secret organization that I was apparently chosen to be a part of... just run, you don't know what world you are going to be placed in. You never know if you're going to get lucky... or not