Summary: Kori Anders was killed by a drunk driver while she was in the car with her boyfriend, Xavier. Now, she's given a chance to live again. But what's the catch? She has to make Richard Grayson see the purpose of life before he decides to kill himself!

Prologue

Kori Anders was in the passenger seat of the car while her boyfriend Xavier was driving.

"X?" she asked, using his nickname. "Where are we going?"

He turned to her quickly, with one hand still on the wheel, and whispered, "You'll see."

"I can hardly wait." She shivered from the sexiness of his voice. "I still don't understand why you took me out in the first place. I have homework to finish!"

"You know what today is, right?"

She looked puzzled. She had absolutely no idea what was so special about the damn day.

"Um. No." She answered, "Am I supposed to know?"

X laughed. " I should think so. It is the day you were born."

"Oh. Of course I knew that."

Her face flushed red with embarrassment.

"Riiight." X drawled, "Are you sure they didn't accidently switch your birth certificate with an Alzheimer patient's?"

"Hardy har, very funny," She said, rolling her eyes.

X squeezed Kori thigh getting a surprised "Eep!" from her. "I know. I should be a comedian."

Kori slapped him lightly on the shoulder. "How many times have I told you to keep your hands on the wheel at all times?"

"Only about a million times, Kor."

"The person who gave you your license must have been on crack."

"I gave it to him before we started. He thought it was sugar."

They both laughed. Little did they know that it would be the last time they would ever do so. Their life would be over as quick as a flash, and it would be the fault of a speeding vehicle heading in their direction. The inhabitant was drunk.

"X watch out!" Kori screamed. "

X tried as much as he could to swerve to the right, but it was inevitable. They braced themselves the impact. Kori reached for X's hand.

"I love you." She whispered.

She never heard an answer.

Chapter One:

The Ordeal

Kori felt strange. It was like she was floating, suspended in air. She tried to convince herself that she was having one of those Charlie and the Chocolate Factory dreams again. She was too afraid to open her eyes and find out.

'Come on, Kori. You have to be strong about this.'

She slowly opened her eyes. It took a while for her eyes to adjust to her new surroundings. She was in some kind of white room. At first she thought it was an insane asylum. Then she noticed the men in the white coats were missing so she knew she was mistaken. Instead there were men in white masks.

"Time of death: 10:57 pm." A surgeon muttered, looking at his watch. "About time, too. My wife made tuna casserole today and I'm starving."

'Have they no sympathy for this poor person?'

"Let's get her cleaned up. I hate to break this to her family." Another surgeon said while shaking her head. "She's so young…"

What Kori saw next made her breath hitch up in her throat. The surgeons moved to reveal a girl with bright red hair and green eyes. The girl was her.

She closed her eyes to make sure that what she was seeing was real.

'How is this possible?' she thought. 'I'm dead?'

She heard clapping behind her and she quickly turned around to see a girl with flamboyant pink hair and a gothic style outfit.

"It only took you five minutes to figure that out! That has to be some kind of record... It took your boyfriend quite a while to figure that one out."

Kori was surprised to see that the girl was floating in the air as she was.

"I do not know if I should feel stupid for not knowing who you are. But I am going to ask anyway. Who are you?"

"I am the what they call the Grim Reaper in your world. I hate that title...but here I'm simply called the Angel of Death." she responded robotically, as though she had said it more than a million times.

Kori's eyes suddenly clouded with worry.

"What is going to happen to me now? I'm ...dead, right? So where do I go now?" Her eyes suddenly filled with pain. "Where is X? What happened to X?"

The Angel of Death sighed.

" This is the worst part of my job." she muttered.

"What are you talking about? What happened to X?" Kori demanded.

"Come with me." The angel of death said simply.

The angel snapped her fingers and suddenly they were in brand new surroundings. There was a humongous door in front of them.

"You have a choice, Kori. You can step through this door and live in eternal happiness, without X or anything in your previous life. Or, you can go through an ordeal that will grant you your life back." The angel explained.

Kori was at a loss. "Well, uh Grim... uh...Angel of umm..."

The angel giggled, "Call me Jinx. It makes things much easier for the both of us."

"Jinx, I couldn't possibly live my life without the people that I love. I will miss my annoying younger brother and overpowering older sister as well as my clueless parents. I shall agree to take your ordeal... whatever it is?"

Jinx shook her head as though she knew what Kori was getting herself into. "You have to save a boy from his otherwise inevitable urge to commit suicide."

Kori looked shocked, "Why in the world would anyone want to destroy anything as valuable as their own life? Whoever this person is, he's a nutcase."

Jinx looked saddened for a mere second and then shook her head, "Believe me, you don't know that half of what people go through in that demented world you call Earth. Especially this kid."

Kori pondered this for a moment, "Well, if that's all that I have to do, then I think I'm ready to go through with this ordeal thingy."

Jinx nodded, "Good. Now follow me."

The two walked to the edge of the platform. Kori had no idea of what she was supposed to do, so she just stood there. Jinx just stood there as if waiting for some kind of signal.

"Uhhh... Jinx? What am I supposed to-" she was cut off as Jinx pushed her off the platform and into the sky below.


Richard Grayson was staring with utter disinterest at his bedroom ceiling.

He was extremely bored. There was absolutely nothing to do. His Uncle Wayne was out of town as always, so hanging with him was definitely not an option. Though he did have an entire mansion to himself...

I know what you're thinking, reader, is this guy nuts or what? Why doesn't he throw a damn house party? THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO DO SOMETHING WITHOUT ADULT SUPERVISION FOR ONCE DAMMIT!

On the contrary, Richard was not nuts. He was sane as, well, a sane person. But to actually have a house party, Richard would have to have friends. He was a loner, everyone in the school avoided him like the plague. He couldn't blame them, really. He didn't really try hard. Why just this morning…

The teacher looked around the classroom, "Who can solve the equation that I have up on the board?"

No one raised their hand.

Richard rolled his eyes. He hated school. It was one of life's many pointless processes. He didn't feel a need for it's repetitious lessons and time consuming hours.

His annoyance didn't go unnoticed by the teacher.

"If you're so smug Mr. Grayson," he said, folding his arms over his chest. "Would you mind telling me the answer?"

"The square route of 7xy to the fifth power." He muttered monotonously.

The teacher gave him a triumphant glance, "Aha! I wouldn't be looking so smug if I were-" he looked downcast as he looked at the answer book, "Oh... that's the right answer."

Richard smirked.

"But I will not tolerate your overbearing attitude in this room. To the principal's office now!" the teacher barked.

A mocking laugh could be heard from the back of the classroom, and Richard could tell who it belonged to. Johnny Rancid.

"What now bird-boy?" He jeered.

Robin sighed and got up from his chair. He didn't even know what the hell he did to deserve this. It was a fucking conspiracy!

"God damn it, I hate this school!" he muttered.

"What was that?" The teacher asked.

"None of your damn business." Richard snapped as he opened the door to leave.

"Yo, Richard! Chill!" Victor Stone, all time supreme jock exclaimed.

"I don't believe that I was even talking you, so that gives you no reason to talk to me Stone." Richard seethed.

Victor looked taken aback, but he quickly backed off. No one bothered Richard when he was angry.

Richard walked to the door of the principal's office and glared hatefully at the plaque on the door. The inhabitant was Mr. Hellaman.

The students just called him Slade.

No. Richard Grayson was never willing to make friends. He was a loner who didn't trust anyone but himself. It made him an easier target for the stupid kids who have nothing better to do than make fun of a fellow classmate.

So with nothing better to do himself, Richard the loner tried to put his poor restless body to sleep. He was definitely going to need it.


Kori opened her eyes to find herself in her room. Every single thing was in place. It was as though she had never left. Her bed was even made to perfection.

'Perhaps I never did leave, and this is all a bad dream that I am going to wake up from any moment.'

Her hopes quickly diminished, however, when she looked over to her night stand to see an envelope with the name Jinx written on it.

She sighed as her sadness overwhelmed her. This was the real deal, and she was the walking dead.

She reached out for the envelope with trembling hands and quickly ripped it open.

Kori,

This is your apartment. I've decorated it exactly like your room in your previous life. Your name is Star Summers, but your nickname is Starfire. Do NOT under any circumstances reveal your real identity to anyone except Richard, and only when it is absolutely necessary. Trust me you'll know when the time is right. You'll be going to Jump High and you may make as many friends as you wish- but don't get too attached. Good Luck! I will be checking up on you from time to time, you might even see me sooner than you think.

Jinx

P.S.: Enclosed is a photo of Richard Grayson. I'm warning you, don't get too attached... no matter how hard it may be.

Kori read over the last part again in utter confusion. What in the hell did she mean by that? She dug into the envelope to retrieve the photo. Of course she wouldn't get attached to this suicidal nutcase. She was way too devoted to X to even look... at... another... Dayum. He was fine.

She shook her head and turned the picture upside down. What the hell was she thinking? She was already devoted to her boyfriend. She was already in love! She couldn't look at this guy no matter how sexy...

Damn.

She flipped the picture over again. She couldn't help herself. Who said a dead girl couldn't indulge every now and then?


Hey! This is Andi-Chan here! I came out with a new idea for a story! Please tell me that you like it! PRETTY PLEASE!