This is the prelude to the story~
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A figure stands, hunched and shivering, looking down on a city. The figure is balanced on the Empire State Building's needle-like protrusion on the very top. A black cloak flaps around the figure's frame in the intense winds, revealing a white suit. The hood flies back, to reveal a youth of atleast fourteen, with a blue eye, and a red eye. His hair is black in the front, and white in the back. He pulls an old-fashioned pocket-watch from his pocket, and gazes at the twirling hands. To anyone else, it'd appear broken, but to his mismatched eyes, it's in perfect order.
"Damn, I have only... ten minutes." He sighs heavily, and launches himself off the needle. He takes a sky-diver posistion, and as he reaches the halfway mark, two, large, shapes rip through the cloak, and he soars into the sky again. He had sprouted wings, and like his eyes, they're mismatched. One wing is a typical angel wing, snow white, and fluffy. The other is more of a demonic wing, long and bat-like.
"Three... two... one..." He counts under his breath, as a divine beam of light snags him. He slowly revolves as he gets higher and higher into the sky. "Almost." He murmurs to himself.
"Times up, Dipstick." A gruff voice barks at him.

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Kyle, a fourteen year old boy, turns around, laughing, when a human shape smashes into the ground in front of him.
"Holy pickle!" He cries, falling back. The human shape stirs, and a boy in a tattered, white suit struggles to his hands and knees.
"Where am I?" He asks. Kyle stares in obvious suprise.
"Austrailia, mate." Kyle says, after staring for a few minutes. The boy gets up, and Kyle sees his black and white hair, along with his blue eye, and it's red counterpart.
"Austrailia..." The boy repeats.
"Yeah, mate, and you're in my backyard." Kyle says, not angrily, more... informative.
"I'm sorry!" The boy exclaims. He stands up, and dusts off his tattered clothes, and jogs to the fence. In one movement, he's over the fence. A three foot, wooden fence. Kyle blinks twice. And if he'd looked to the sky, he'd have seen a white shape with a black wing and a white one.