ADA Ninjaz Daisuke Origins, Jazzlyn's Story

Overview:
June 1st 2033. 
A young girl living in a lower middle-class neighborhood a fortnight from her 13th birthday begins experiencing loss of focus, constant exhaustion, and recurring visions/dreams. She’s the youngest of 4 siblings who all have green eyes and dark hair except her. With her blonde, almost white, hair and ever-changing hazel eyes she always joked about being adopted, having the genetics of someone other than her parents.
Chapter 1. Confusion
A basketball whips past Jazzlyn’s face and hits the fence behind the basket. 
“Hey, Jazzy are you playing or thinking about what dress you’re going to wear to your birthday? You just cost us two points and you were wide open!” 
Jazz shouts back, “sorry Dre, I was distracted by your ugly face!”
“Seriously” Dre added, “you’ve really been off your game lately, what’s going on?”
No way Jazzlyn tells them she’s been seeing visions of a shackled white-haired girl being led through a labyrinth of caves. As far as she's concerned that's the point she gets sent shackled herself and sent to a padded room.
"Shit!" She shouts. "I completely forgot my grandparents were coming in today! I have to get back home. I'll talk you losers later". Just as she runs off she sees a quick but blinding flash of light. She pauses for a moment but doesn't want to draw attention and quickly gets running again. "3089" she mutters to herself as she sprints off.
The next few days were a blur. Turning 13 is a huge deal and Jazzlyn's family was preparing quite a large celebration, one she herself had to help get setup. 
"I cant believe you guys rented out this whole party room,” Jazzlyn quipped. "No way we have the money for this, and really, its not a big deal". 
Her grandmother huffed, "not a big deal! you only get to turn 13 once. Its a right of passage. Always has been, always will be" 
Jazz knew better than to argue. her grandparents were very traditional and although turning 13 was no longer the "becoming a woman" passage it used to be they still celebrate it. She carries the last of the decorations into the room and begins to setup a blower for a ball pit, something Jazzlyn asked for specifically. She begins to plug the blower in when she sees another flash of light, this time its almost red and lasts considerably longer. She tries to identify where its coming from and just as she looks down at her hands her grandfather, who was watching her closely, pulls her back to reality
"You know, for such a scrawny little thing you sure can haul quite a bit,”he says.
Jazz nods in agreement, still trying to comprehend what she just saw. "Was that red light coming from my hands? What the actual..." 
"Language!!" her grandmother shouts, sensing how her sentence was going to end. 
"Sorry grandma". she states. "That's the last of it" "time to head home".
Exhausted and confused, she's basically trying to sell them the idea that they can continue the next day. They buy it, and the three of them head out. Jazzlyn breathes a short sigh of relief that the days work is done, only to then be confronted with the anxiety of what she faces that night.
Chapter 2. The Nightmare
It’s the eve before her birthday and it's been 3 days since she properly slept. Jazz knows she can’t keep going this way. Her family doesn’t know of the night terrors she’s been having and she has no intention of sharing. Of course, passing out during the biggest event of her life wouldn’t exactly be low key. Questions would be asked. She reaches into her side drawer and pulls out a sleeping pill. Tonight, she has no choice. As Jazzlyn drifts off to sleep she sees a quick flash of light before the darkness.
Jazz awakens, or at least she believes she’s awake. No longer in her room she both remembers who she is while also recognizing the memories of someone new. She feels split between worlds, memories competing for space in her head. She focuses on her current situation. The shackles on her wrists hurt as she is pulled through the darkness. She doesn't know how many others there are, only through brief shards of light is she able to see the Silhouettes of others and the number they had emblazoned On her forearm, 3089. 
“Shit!” She shouts, unaware if she said it out loud or to herself. No one else reacts and she breathes a sigh of relief. “That number, this place? I've seen this before, I've been here before” Light breaks through small openings in the rocks above and feels like glass in her eyes. She estimates, or rather the woman's mind she’s infiltrated estimates, it’s been 2 weeks since she was kidnapped from her family. Moving from underground mines through a series of mountain caves. She believes this is where her story will end. 
Without warning and completely catching her off guard she sees another flash of light! This one red and familiar. It fills the cave, completely ending both the silence and the darkness. She looks down to see her hands engulfed in red flame. Only this time, she's not the only one that sees it. Two of the men leading them through the cave turn sharply! She locks eyes on them as they sprint towards her. As if by instinct Jazz places one hand under the other and raises her hands palms up, in front of her body, stopping in front of her chest. The red flame burns bright as the men draw their spiral katanas and pull back to strike. Jazz closes her eyes, a calm falls over her. She expects to feel the sharp blade against her body but instead, a moment later, she hears weeping. As she opens her eyes the two men, who just moments ago seemed determined, almost excited to end her life are on their knees in front of her crying. They stand up, and proceed to remove the shackles from her wrists. They appear confused and quickly sprint away back down the cave in the direction they came. In a brief moment Jazz feels a sense of belonging, of knowing who she is. It is that moment that she feels the ground begging to shake. The memories of her life and the life of the woman she sees herself as now, begin again to collide. She hears a familiar voice, shaken, fearful, shouting her name. 
“Jazzlyn! You need to wake up!” 
“Please Jazzy wake up! The house is on fire!”
Jazz opens her eyes, completely disoriented as she moves from a dark cave to her bedroom. 
“What’s going on?” She whispers. Not sure if she's groggy from the dream, or the sleeping pills. The combination of flickering light, heat, and frantic screams of fire from her family finally bring her back to reality just as her father cradles her in his arms and begins to move swiftly out of the room.
She watches with her family as the fire department extinguishes the flames. There’s a lot of damage but they're lucky. No one was injured and the fire seems to have been contained just to her room. Jazz looks around and feels split. The crowds that had gathered to watch the dying flames slowly turn into the other shackled prisoners in the cave and then back again. She feels caught in between two worlds. One which she's known her entire life and another, that she's known for what feels like ten lifetimes. 
Who is, or was, the woman in her dream? As everyone else wonders and guesses at what caused the fire Jazz wonders to herself “who is 3089?”