Victory Knight And What

Chapter 1: Who Am I Again?

If you're reading this, you're probably one of those fangirls/fanguys who like to read about kids who become heroes and everything. You're probably thinking, 'Wow! I wish I was like one of these guys/girls! The fictional world is my life. Fact.' Hate to bring it to you but being a hero sucks. You think it's all amazing because of the fame and you get to kick thugs butts, but noooo. It all sucks coz there's a higher chance of dying and failing. You want to know who I am? Well, I'm Victory. Victory Knight, 12 years old. I am apparently rich and famous, but I don't even know who I actually am! I'm trying to save the world, it's a cliché, and I think I'm going to fail. Soo if the world ends, it's probably my fault. You still want me to explain more? Wait, my backstory too?! I can't believe this. Alright, fine. I'm supposed to be running for my life, but eh, stuff that. I'll just hide behind a dumpster instead. Maybe the monsters won't sense me. So where does this all start? I guess it begins in a white lab, adding another cliché to my story.

I woke up to silence and light. God, I think I went temporarily blind or something because the room was just so...bright. As my eyesight adjusted, it turns out that I was actually in a room with mirrors for walls. Have you ever been in one of those mirror mazes at the carnival? Don't worry, I haven't either, but Google it or something. My hands were loosely tied behind my back, so I was kind of being held captive. Did I mention that I didn't know who I was and what my gender was? I didn't? Oh, that was important. There was a table a few meters away, the only thing between the door and me. There was also another table somewhere, but then someone came into the room, so I slammed my eyes shut.

By the sound of the footsteps, I could tell that 'someone' was a girl. She muttered something as she picked up something... metal? Her footsteps grew louder as she walked towards me, the metal thing scraping on the floor, yep that thing was definitely pointy. She was RIGHT in my face now (how could she walk so fast?), I know. I could sense her. Since when could I sense people? I knew she was studying my face, was it busted up or something? I was starting to panic, so I did the most rational thing a person could do. My eyes flew open as I head-butted her and screamed the first thought that came into my head. which was 'TIS I, THE FRENCHIEST FRY!' Yeah, go ahead, laugh all you want. The girl fell a few meters away from me, in shock. Did I give her a concussion? To my surprise, and relief, she began to laugh.
'Still got a hard head, eh Victory?' She grinned. Well I think that's what she said.

I don't know, my attention was diverted to her appearance. She was really pretty, with shiny black waves of hair that fell casually over her shoulders, warm brown eyes and tanned skin. She wore a camouflage jacket (Y'know, the stuff army people wear), a beige shirt peeking out from the jacket, black pants and, you guessed it, beige boots. You know how I said the room's walls were mirrors? Well, I saw my reflection behind her.

So, guess what? I'm a guy! If you watch anime, you know that guy Kirito from SAO? Google him if you don't know. I looked like him, except more tan. Did that mean I go to the beach? I have no idea. Before I tell you what happens next, this question is for guys like me. Have you ever wondered what you'd look like as a girl? No? Just me then? I'm definitely weird. So anyway, I wondered what I'd look like as a girl, and then BAM! I was a girl version of a tan-skinned-Kirito! How the heck did I do that? I stared at the girl on the floor, who was now a guy. Was I hallucinating or something? Guy/Girl stood up and dusted off her, uh, I mean his pants.

'I know what you're thinking Victory. You and I just changed into the opposite genders. You're not imagining this. Don't be afraid' He said in a calming voice. The truth is, I wasn't scared! I was only in shock. 'Soo, I don't know who you are. I don't know where we are. I don't even know who I am! So, before we get to weird stuff, can you tell me what's going on?!'
She giggled again. 'Sorry, I shouldn't be laughing at a situation like this. I'm Rianne. Rianne Wolf. You can call me Ryan when I'm a guy, but everyone else basically calls me Ry.' She winked then turned into a guy. Not slowly, like a head-to-toe transformation, like at a snap of a finger. She, ARGH, I meant he gracefully did a backflip onto the table. 'You, my friend.' He pointed a finger at me. 'You are pretty famous for a 12-year-old.'
I groaned. "But WHO am I?' He took out something from his jacket pocket and threw it at my head.
'Read that.' He said, smirking. Now I was actually afraid. I gingerly picked up the paper and flipped it over. Bold gold words read: 'RUNAWAY'. Underneath, there was a picture of a guy, wearing a silver Rolex and a white suit, standing in front of a white gold Lamborghini. He looked familiar. He looked like...
'Is that me?!' I exclaimed, staring at Ryan, or Ry. I decided to call her Ry. He smiled and walked towards me.
'Hmm, no. I don't see any resemblance- OF COURSE IT'S YOU!' He stepped back and spread his arms. 'You are Victory Knight, the most famous and richest kid in the whole world, and heir to the throne.'