[color=00aeef]May Galaxy[/color][hr]
[hider=Potential TW for violence]
"Hey, do you really have to go and do something like that?" asked a young boy as the now-adult girl watched. The boy was speaking to a younger girl who had just pushed him. 

"It serves you right, you weakling." came the girl's reply. "Isn't that right?" she asked, turning to the older observer. "After all, it's why you-"

"Stop! It's not my fault, it-" the boy cut off the girl only to be cut off in turn, the world warping around the three. A splash of blue poured over the area, washing away the two children. Soon, the elder girl began to choke as water filled her lungs. She was underwater, in a steel cage. She didn't panic, this wasn't the first time she had been in this position. Far from it. She simply stopped breathing, and the pressure in her lungs ceased. The bars of the cage around her burst outward like a shotgun blast, and she slowly drifted upwards through the water.

The next instant, she found herself washed ashore on a sandy beach, opening her eyes to see nothing but sand and saltwater. Pushing herself up to her hands and knees, she coughed up the water from her chest and began to breath again. But it wasn't water that came out of her mouth. The sand in front of her became wet with blood, which spread quickly throughout the grains. By the time she managed to stand up the entire beach was covered in slick redness. The blue of the ocean contrasted well against the red of the sand, neither color willing to back down or share its space with the other. Looking up to the sky, the girl saw no stars, but in their place were thousands of eyes, each as brown as her own. Each as dull as her own. Each as mournful as her own.

Then came the rain. From the eyes came tears, tears of purple that slowly splotched the canvas of the ground and water. The violet downpour consumed the red and blue, until the entire world around the girl was a solid purple plane. She began walking. And walking. And walking. It seemed as if days passed as she walked aimlessly. She was dazed, and in her stupor she forgot what she had been taught. Whatever she had pounded into her mind, it did not reach here. Eventually she arrived at a white wall that seemed to stretch forever to the left and right, though she had not seen it in the distance until she was upon it. Hung on the white was a picture. The photograph, or perhaps painting, showed the girl in it. A young adult female with brown hair and eyes, though the eyes in the image were much brighter than the girl's. And the girl in the image was smiling a beautiful smile, radiant and serene. The young woman reached out to touch her replica, and as she made contact, the world shattered away like glass around her, the hanging art disintegrating into dust. In this new endless expanse of yellow, the girl floated listlessly until she blinked and found herself in an all too familiar setting.

The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out a hundredfold, and swarms of people were locked in battle, the source of the sound. Knives and baseball bats, tire irons and two-by-fours, steel chains and bicycles, all were being swung around like swords as the two waves of bodies smashed into each other and brought about absolute chaos. The girl felt compelled to join in, grabbing a bat off the ground and running into the middle of the commotion, weaving through the battle like a dancer through music, never once getting hit by the attacks of the faceless people around her. Then came the bang. A gunshot rang out, and the surrounding crowd disappeared entirely except for four people. Three adult men and a single child. The child was beaten and bruised, bleeding from his right eye, viscera visible through a hole in his shirt. As the girl watched, frozen, the men continued to beat the boy with batons. It seemed to take forever, but the girl regained her movement in tiny pieces, and ran towards the men in slow motion, forced to watch as the boy was beaten to the brink of death. But finally, she slammed into the back of the rightmost man, and swung her bat at the head of the next one over. As the man fell, he face became clear; it was the same face as which haunted her every day. She felt herself go numb, dropping the bat and looking at her hands now covered in dried blood. 

That was when the world exploded.

[/hider]
[hr]
The youth named May Galaxy shot open her eyes, finding herself face down on the ground. She pushed herself to her feet and looked around. This was not a place she recognized, was she still dreaming? She looked at her hands. There was no blood, and no errors in her perception; she was awake, there was no doubt. At her foot was her courier bag, which she looked through quickly. All of the staples were there, but no food. She had planned to fill it when she woke up, as usual, but it seemed like she wouldn't get the chance anytime soon. Around her neck was still the small chain holding her pocket knife to her chest between her left and right clavicles. She was in her blue and red windbreaker over her white hoodie, and her usual black track-pants. 

After confirming her belongings and physical state, she took a closer look at the environment around her. Behind her were a few other people, and what appeared to be two... creatures, of some kind. She looked at them with curiosity in her half-lidded eyes. Whatever was going on, this was enough to take her mind off her nightmare. She began to walk towards the creatures, hands in her pockets.