This is a Magical Girl story. Not necessarilly like ALL magical girls however, as the Title says. This is a story about a Morbid Magical girl, where her greatest enemy may turn into the person closest to her.

Chapter One: The Puzzle Begins

Darkness. Not just the dark of night, but pure darkness. A darkness that was so solid, it was hard to fear it for you didn't know it was there. It was a warm, oddly comforting darkness. Then, a voice rang throughout this darkness. The voice seemed like a small silver ribbon in the darkness, smooth, and beautiful.

"Monsters plague the nightmares of humankind, that is their realm. Yet, they grow tired of this realm, which humans have deemed as a false world. They thirst to get out, kill, and consume the humans they terrorize. They are growing weary of this dream world, and are slowly becoming stronger. Breaking the barrier from the world of Dreams, to the world called Reality.

It is your job to keep them from doing so. Keep them from taking over this mechanical world humans have worked so hard to create. No one believes in magic anymore, thus, they do not believe in you or the monsters.

On your journey to keep the world safe, only you, and you alone, must believe in yourself. You must believe in the magic of your soul, of your mind, and most of all, of your heart. For, if you do not believe in yourself, who will?"

Rozalyn woke with a start, her brown eyes wide as bolted up. Blindly, she grabbed her glasses off from the bedstand besides her, and placed them on. Her eyes glanced around her room, and instantly a wave of safety curled about her. Yet, still, the girl's heart beat with fear. No, it wasn't fear, it was more like, adreniline.

Slowly, she stumbled out of her bed, and pondered over the dream she had just had. Shuffling into her bathroom, she shook her head in disgust of such a dream. Upon entering the room, and flicking the lights on, Rozalyn got an eyeful of her morning self.

A teenager, of course, just recently turned fifteen. And, of course with the years of teenager-dom, she had a few zits here and there. She sneered at her face, and glared at the mirror image. Her eyes, light brown so when the light actually shone into them there were streaks of gold in them, were emotionless. Some say the eyes are the window to a soul.

"Well, I must not have a soul, for I see nothing in my eyes." Rozalyn muttered to herself, as she slowly picked up a brush. Running the brush through her shoulder-length dark brown, almost black, hair her thoughts wandered back to the dream. Such an odd dream, more strange than her usual ones.

"I wonder what it meant." Whispered the girl to herself as she got ready for school. Suddenly a wave of bitterness filled the girl's voice as she muttered, "Probably evidence that I'm an insane pyscho. Like there was any doubt in the first place."

With that said, Rozalyn snatched up her bookbag from by her door, and shoved her shoes on. Quickly, she bustled out of her apartment, past her father, down the three flight of stairs, and out the door of the apartment building before her father could utter a word to her.

In less than fourty-minutes Rozalyn had walked through the gates of her school, and stopped to observe all her other schoolmates. Stopping for a moment, she took in the bustling crowds of students waiting for the first bell to ring.

Rozalyn sneered a bit, as her eyes landed on the popular students of her highschool. They resided around the picnic tables, basking in the sun of the slightly brisk day. Those teenagers were assembled of the big jocks, the sluttiest girls, and the richest kids. They were the kids that always jeered at teenagers who had less than them, or those who were "freaks".

Even from twenty feet away, Rozalyn could smell the perfume that the slutty girls marinated in. Shaking her head, she slowly made her way through the throngs of the crowd. She passed goths who hung in the shadows, trying to keep the sun from meeting their porcelain white skin.

Also hanging about the shadows were dark poets, writers and artists, scribbling away on their pads of paper. Sitting on the steps, either reading, or chatting about the biggest roleplaying game, were the nerds of the school. And scattered about the courtyard were the various other groups; skaters, punks, fighters, and loners.

Somewhere in this crowd of teenagers, she heard a Drama Club member reinacting a piece from one of their plays. Rozalyn noted that they sounded a bit too corny in reading the piece. Maybe, just a little, too dramatic.

She searched about, obviously looking for someone. Sighing, she started to head to an isolated spot, away from the noise being made my her fellow classmates. Just as she was about to flop down onto the ground, a voice called to her from across the school's yard.

The teenage girl spun around, her pleated, uniform skirt being blown up a little with the sudden movement. Rozalyn's eyes met the form of her best friend racing through the crowd of people, pushing an unsuspecting student out of the way whenever one dared to cross her path. The girl was making a beeline straight for Rozalyn, and she didn't show any indication of slowing down. But, Rozalyn stood her ground, arching an eyebrow as she waited for her friend.

A loud squeaking could be heard, as the running girl stopped, her shoes leaving skidmarks on the concrete beneath her. Rozalyn shook her head, trying her best not to grin, it was a vain effort however. A slight grin twitched at Rozalyn's lips as she greeted the girl.

"Hello, Lilith." Replied Rozalyn, just as the girl came to a halt before her.

Lilith glanced up at Rozalyn, grinning a bit foolishly as her dark blue eyes glowed with a sort of intimidating innocent. Lilith's long shoulder-length brown hair had streaks of red running through it, accentuating the fire-engine red lipstick on the girl's lips.

"Morning, Roz-chan." The blue-eyed girl greeted the brunette giddily, close to giving the girl a morning hug. Yet, just as Lilith was about to do so, a young man snuck up behind her, and covered her eyes.

"Guess who, hunny-bunny." Asked the young man, his tone so positively sweet that Rozalyn could feel a cavity starting in her back molar.

"Sloan! Don't call me that!" Squealed Lilith, turning around quickly to face her boyfriend. Sloan only smiled down at his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around the girl's waist as a slight blush stained both their cheeks.

Sloan's short dark blue hair glinted in the sun, as his dark grey eyes stared down at Lilith. A lovey-dovey feeling filled the air around the two, and Rozalyn took a few steps back, lest she be victim to the contagious feeling. The young man was three years older than Lilith. He had graduated last year, but he always delivered supplies to the school once a week. Currently he was working his way through college, trying to earn his degrees in Creative Writing, Astrology and Geology.

The single girl backed into the shadows, out of the warm sun, and away from the couple. Rozalyn could just see the hearts in their eyes, and little cupids flying about their heads. With Lilith lost in Sloan's eyes, Rozalyn had sunk back into the dark shadows of the school.

She was happy her best fried found someone, but she always envied the two. They were so close, she'd never have someone like that.

'Not like anyone would want to be with me anyways.' thought Rozalyn to herself, as she watched Lilith and Sloan start to talk, still lost in their own world. She felt it hard to swallow for a moment as her heart stung with sorrowful pain. Slight anger at herself for feeling such way, especially about something as trivial as a relationship, flicked about her mind. Shaking her head, she buried the envious feeling she had of Lilith and Sloan, and let her eyes wander the school's courtyard.

Lilith and Sloan remained wrapped in each other's arms, obviously forgetting about Rozalyn for the moment. The girl watched the couple for a moment, as she leaned against the solid brick wall of the school. It was going to be another twenty minutes until the bell rang for homeroom.

"Well, I got some time to burn." Rozalyn pulled out a book from her bag, and started to read it. Immediately she got pulled into the storyline, and paid no attention to the reality around her.

A feeling started to fill the girl, like alert signals going off in her head. She glanced up from her book, not expecting to find anything. What she saw, however, caused her to drop her precious book, and duck, covering her head from the impending doom. A baseball slammed into the brick builidng, right where Rozalyn's head had been.

With a hollow sounding 'thwump' the baseball bounced off the red brick wall, and landed in front of Rozalyn. It was almost as if the little white ball was mocking the girl as it sat before her. Her left eye twitched as she snatched the ball and her book from the ground. She stood up straight so quickly she almost lost her balance.

From the crowd of students, a young raven-haired man, a senior no doubt, came up to Rozalyn looking embarassed. Rubbing the back of his head in embarassment his green eyes glanced at the girl. He seemed slightly amused, yet equally sorry at the same time.

"Uhm, sorry about that." Muttered the boy, glancing down at the girl. Rozalyn rolled her eyes and threw the ball at the young man's chest. She wasn't amused at all, and instead of accepting the apology, she returned to reading her book.

The senior caught the ball, and turned, ready to leave. He seemed to think twicethough about it and turned back to the girl. Leaning up against the wall besides her, he glanced at her, before making an attempt at conversation.

"I'm Zane Liano. What's your name?" Instantly Zane bit his tongue, feeling his last question was lame.

Rozalyn glanced up at him, closing her book for the moment as if to actually regard the young man. Her eyes looked him up and down, before she sighed and rolled her eyes. Slowly, she put her book back into her bag, and looked at Zane.

"Rozalyn Phire." She murmured, looking away from the older boy. Zane smiled a bit, and opened his mouth to say something, but the bell rang, cutting their conversation short. Obviously, Rozalyn was relieved, for she hurriedly walked away from the young man. Soon she was accompanied by Lilith, who had to give a tearful goodbye to Sloan when the bell rang.

"So, Roz, who was that boy you were talking to?" Lilith grinned up at her best friend. The younger girl rolled her eyes as she gave a slight shrug.

"Zane Liano. Just some guy who almost took my head off with a baseball." replied Rozalyn, as she swung into her homeroom. Lilith tagged along, interrogating her best friend more about this boy. The brunette just mumbled answers to whatever questions Lilith asked. Rozalyn was slightly irked by her friend's continuous questions, but she bit her tongue and dealt with it.

"Ugh, today is going to be very, very long, and trying. I can just feel it." thought the girl, already tired of the school day, yet to come.

"You have no idea, Roz-chan." replied Lilith, smiling at her best friend in a knowing way. Taken aback, Rozalyn was about to ask what Lilith meant, but the girl was out the door and on her way to her homeroom before the younger girl could voice a word.

End First part of Chapter One.

There's one more part to Chapter One. ; Hope you all like it so far. It will take a while for Rozalyn to actually transform however.