Prologue: A Dizzy Beginning

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Key (applies for the whole book, I'll add more to the beginning of a chapter if needed)
(F/N) = First Name
(L/N) = Last Name
(F/C) = Favorite Color
(H/L) = Hair Length
(H/C) = Hair Color
(S/C) = Skin Color
(E/C) = Eye Color
(H) = Height

This is a female reader, sorry boys!

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  My breath came out as steam in the freezing air, curling up and joining the stars in the night sky. I staggered down the sidewalk, blood seeping from the wound in my side and staining my white tank top. I had my gray turtleneck sweater wrapped tightly around my waist to keep pressure on it.

To the rare car that passed by, I looked like a normal drunk heading home, or even just a homeless person. Either way, no driver paid me a second glance. Bile rose up my throat, but I forced it back down. I had to find a hospital.

Deciding to try to keep my brain focused, I thought back to how I got here.

I was in the private Gray Army jet, sitting with Gray Leader and the General. Both were childhood friends of mine. We were on our way to a meeting with Black Leader, in Amsterdam. Suddenly, the jet shook violently, the pilots started shouting, saying we were being attacked.

The last thing I remember seeing was Gray Leader's blue hair. I woke up in a forest clearing right outside the city, bleeding. From there I had decided to start walking, utterly lost. The only sign I had of where I landed was the giant clock tower in the distance. Big Ben, meaning I was in London.

Something solid and plush collided with me, knocking me to the ground. The impact made my left side go numb with pain, spots dancing along my vision. I heard a deep, rough voice.

"Watch where you go Commie."

Another voice, this one heavily accented, snorted.

"The dumbfuck should be watching where she walks. It wasn't my fault."

A third voice joined in the discussion. How many of them were there?

"I think she's hurt."

The accented voice scoffed and spoke again.

"I barely pushed her, she's fine."

A fourth, and higher pitched voice spoke loudly.

"Edd's right, look at all that blood!"

'Edd' directed his speech to me.

"Ma'am! Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?"

My vision was unbearably fuzzy, and my world began to spin. Through the blur of my eyes, I managed to make out four blobs. Blue, red, green, and purple.

Then, the dark overtook me and I drifted into nothing.

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Kinda short, sorry! I hope it has peaked your interest! My plan is to update at least 2-3 chapters a day, but if it's too much for me I'll change it.

Peace out, Green Doodles ☆

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