Kisa Perrie was about 5’7’’, with coppery hair that was fairly easy to control, had a slight wave to it, and would curl if she wanted it to. Her eyes were brown, with a slight hint to green around the edges, just enough to make them slightly murky, and with coppery flecks in direct sunlight, as well as freckles that would show up around her nose and cheeks in a few days worth of sunlight. Her face was shaped like an oval, almost, her chin stuck out slightly and was a bit pointed, as well as her nose, which was rounded and soft on her face, almost a button nose, though not quite. She tanned if she wanted, so her skin normally had a healthy, slight shade of tan to it, though she never made much of a point to tan, and spent a large amount of time indoors, though she was known to disappear outdoors for an entire day every so often, so she did enjoy her outdoor time, it was just in recent years, she had become rather attached to her computer. Kisa was scrawny and bony, due to a fast metabolism, and her grace was really about average, though if she was tired, it decreased immensely. As far as cloths went, the young lady normally preferred a T-shirt and jeans, as well as her tennis shoes, which were brown and made of a slightly scruffy material.
Her life was normal enough, grew up just out side of Seattle, Washington, and had been home schooled by her parents- and the internet- up until High school, in which case they had sent her to a boarding school in Northern Canada. In her childhood, she had spent most of her time with her younger sister and older brother, running about and doing children like things, playing games and trying not to be weird in society when they went to see other kids- easier than it sounded really, it wasn’t like they were hermits. In fact, Kisa was more mature than most the kids her age. Whether this was a side effect of home schooling was unknown to her, and she honestly could not care less. Her father was an inventor, and her mother a retired mechanic. They had met in a rather strange way, through an airport, both of their flights had been held back, and thus a conversation spawned. Life for the family was simple, easy and quiet, though there was the occasional blowout- inevitable with two girls and a boy growing up in one house.
Kisa was very content to be on her own, and believed herself to be self sufficient, and felt she was proving this today, as she was traveling home by herself. Not that it was that difficult, though a million things could of gone wrong, between the plane, then the bus, and now the train, she figured she could of missed one, been abducted, or a freak meteorite, but hey, it was all fine for now. It was half an hour until midnight, her train had been delayed, but she didn’t mind. Kisa was a night owl anyways, and she was in an interesting enough part in her book, so she didn’t need to sleep. Except that she had been traveling for a full day, up since 4 that morning due to school regulations and sendoffs. So that part had sucked, yes, but overall, not a bad day. She got a good layover in a fun area, so she was able to explore a bit- her mother would of lynched her for leaving the boarding area. She nearly missed her bus to the train though, perhaps her mother was on to something there. This did not matter though, as she glanced up at the lit board, saying that her train would be arriving, and as if to back this up, she heard the whistle. As Kisa glanced around the room, she noticed a few other families gathering their belongings, a family of four, with large bags and a sack, presumably full of Christmas presents- they didn’t look to local. A singular person, a young man, college age, with a hiking pack on his back and a snowcap with earflaps, he held a sort of somber puppy look about him, as he wasn’t so sure about this idea- whatever it was. Then there was a pair, possibly father and son, the older man looked stern, watchful, something birdlike about his entire face- perhaps it was the nose, it was rather hooked. The boy- she could hardly call him a boy, he looked about her age, just with a bit of a baby face. He had curly, dark brown hair, and mocha skin, with dark brown eyes to match, maybe it was the eyes giving him the childish look, she couldn’t really place it. But it was in the second she spent looking him over that he decided to look in her direction, and it was that slightly awkward moment when you make eye contact with a complete stranger. Most people had one reaction to this, just look away quickly, or look up, or something, but no. Kisa was raised in a friendly environment, with friendly people. She smiled politely, nodded once in acknowledgement, and then looked away. She realized two things when she looked away. That one, people don’t seem to smile at strangers here, and when you do, you get a funny look, and two, the boy had smiled back, his face going from somber and nearly nervous to lighting up like the sunrise in a brilliant grin. Kisa’s mind exploded into a million conclusions, before she shut them all down almost instantly, as they were probably all wrong. But she didn’t get anymore time to dwell on this, as the train arrived, and she was swept on, speaking to conductors and getting directed to the proper cart. There were people. Everywhere. To many people. She felt like she was going to freak out if one more person jostled her. But luckily, she made it to a seat, and in that seat she huddled, her bag at her feet, waiting for everyone to settle down. Luckily for Kisa, her seat partner was a doctor, with an I-pad that she didn’t mind surrendering due to Kisa’s great interest in the comic she happened to have on it. It was about a little boy, who was tutored by dragons, and a princess who he was going to get married to when he was older, except that he got kidnapped. The only problem was it ended there, and the next one wasn’t out. With a sigh, she thanked the lady- her name was Melony- and continued to read her own book. This did not last long, as Melony turned out to be very talkative. They talked about many things, stars, and music, movies and what it was like to be a doctor, or what it was like to go to a bordering school, or have a little sister, but it wasn’t long before Melony excused herself to go get something to eat- at one in the morning. Kisa then curled up on her seat, stuffed her ear buds into her ears, and went to sleep.
Melony never got the chance to come back.
There was a huge screeching of metal, and a large banging noise a few carriages forward, and Kisa’s world was plunged into chaos.
The luggage area above came undone- she promised herself never to trust those. Luggage flew about as the train tumbled, and she figured she must of blacked out at some point, because the next thing she knew, she was face down in what felt like a snow bank. It was very cold, fluffy, and wet, so all snow bank criteria’s were met. There was a red spot in the snow, which she found rather alarming, as it was in the same place as her arm, which hurt, despite feeling frozen. She slowly sat up, and spots danced in front of her eyes, nearly leading her to black out, but this did not happen, and when they cleared, she saw- well, a train wreck. It was like a train wreck, it didn’t look like a train wreck, it simply was a train wreck. There was some movement a great distance off, a few people stumbling about the wreckage, smoke rising from some parts, metal and glass strewn about. Upon moving, she realized she had started her arm bleeding- worse than before anyways, and that this was making her light headed. She was dully aware that this was very bad, and that blood loss would easily kill her, but there was something embedded in her arm, glass or something, so when she put her hand over it, it hurt, therefore, she didn’t do it, because logic was not something she possessed for the moment. Actually, her logic was normally flawed, but this wasn’t the point. The point was, there was the boy she had seen from before, sitting, cross-legged in the snow, his fingers flicking across a screen. This seemed silly, why would he be on his phone, the boy seemed unhurt, albeit a few scrapes and bruises, he should be locating the other people, shouldn’t he? He stood up, tucking the screen under one arm and looking up at the sky expectantly, waiting for something.
“Hey, Sunshine!” she tried to yell, to get his attention. Why had she called him Sunshine? Kisa had a habit of slapping nicknames on things for the heck of it, and though she hadn’t noticed at the time, Sunshine had suited the boy very well.
‘Sunshine’ looked up, appearing slightly startled, but the grin was back on his face. It didn’t last long as his eyes fell on her heavily bleeding arm- Kisa had come to the conclusion that whatever was in her arm had hit an artery. Without saying a word, he waded over to her through the snow.
“Hullo!” he said cheerfully, looking up again “Don’t worry, they’ll be here soon.”
“Wh-who? The doctors or something?” Kisa asked, swaying where she stood. She kept telling herself she would be fine, completely, but she felt like she might be sick and- yup, there it was. She fell over, backwards into the snow, her vision going fuzzy again and her head starting to pound, though she could somewhat see ‘Sunshine’s concerned, and slightly panicked face hovering above hers, and then- she couldn’t believe it. It couldn’t be real, it had to be some sort of an illusion.
‘It’ was an oblong shape in the sky, made of something shiny, and it seemed to slide about in her vision- she figured this was just her starting to pass out. That actually turned out to the exact thing she did, her mind sank into black, the last thing she felt was a hand on her shoulder and a voice, though she didn’t hear what it said.
