My name is Angel, Angel Binx. I'm not your average girly girl. I'm more into the action figures and fighting type of deal. Now I know what you're thinking, "what type of girl doesn't want to be rescued?" The type: me. I'm more into kicking butt than kicking back and waiting for someone to save me. So, one night as I was walking through the streets of New York, I stumble across an abandoned building, being the curious girl that I am, I walk right in. I began my search on the bottom floor, the wood creaking beneath my feet as I took each step. I hear hushed voices above me before I smell the scent of chemicals. I quickly covered my face with a bandana and sprinted out of the room I was in, I couldn't see a thing as smoke trailed down the stairs. I tried feeling my way around the place before I grabbed someone's scaly hand. [| I promise the story will be better than the prologue/beginning seems! |] Thanks Matthews_Angel
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