Door's Gone, Use The Window

This chapter begins with an Onomatopoeia

Boom!

I warned you, didn't I?

An explosion sounded to my side, dangerously close to the building. If I was going to make it out in one piece, I was gonna have to fricking book it.

On your left! Missile incoming!

"WHICH WAY IS LEFT?!" I shrieked at Kreon.

The side with the crates. Duck and roll away, NOW!

Not a moment too soon, I dropped to the floor and rolled away from the small explosion. I rolled back up to my feet, leapt up and kept running.

"I swear to God," I yelled aloud, "If we make it out of this, I'm never playing Spin the Bottle with the doors ever again!"

Bold of you to assume you'll be able to do so if you do survive.

"Shut up and take control," I told her as I gritted my teeth and dodged a large piece of shrapnel. "You're better at this than I am."

Wish granted.

I relaxed as Kreon took control of the vessel. Kreon had a lot more experience with fighting than me, due to her world-hopping for a lot longer than me.

Since I was literally just sitting back while Kreon kicked ass, I think this is a good time to explain some things. For some context, one day when I entered the Void (which is what I call the empty white space with the doors that lead to other worlds) Kreon decided that Hey, It's Friday, Let's Do Something Cool And Fun! and proceeded to convince me to play Spin the Bottle with the doors, and whichever door the bottle pointed to, we would enter that world for the night (Day? Time is wack in other worlds) and explore. Fast forward some amount of time I can't be fricked to specify, and now we're being chased by some... Terrorist group? I don't know.

Oh yeah, about Kreon "taking control". (Wow, that sounds weird out of context.) Every time we enter a new world, we create a body for ourselves to share, which we call a vessel. Usually we just combine our appearances: My clothes, Kreon's body shape, my hair, Kreon's skin color, my strange accent and Kreon's wings. Other times, we take the time to create an entirely new form, like if we're entering a world where humans aren't the dominant species. Since we both are in the vessel, we can take turns controlling it. It's surprisingly inconspicuous, as we do a good job of combining our personalities to appear normal. Still, it does feel weird spectating.

Speaking of spectating, back to the story. Kreon managed to escape the building and duck into an alleyway, and was now desperately feeling around for the invisible door that would take us back to the void.

"Let me try," I told her. I took control and swiped my hand across the wall, stopping when I hit a divot that wasn't visible. I grabbed the knob and pulled the door open, disappearing inside just as the men in bulletproof vests rounded the corner. The door slammed shut behind me.

I took a deep breath and sank to the lack of floor, heaving a sigh. Kreon stood in front of me, panting as well. In the Void we were separate, Kreon in her normal form, and me in my body.

"Let's... Not do that again," she said, sinking to the not-ground next to me.

"I swear to God, I'm going to kill you," I threatened. "I'm never going to let you convince me to do something ever again. This is why I have a fear of party games."

"I thought your fear of party games came from the Paranoia Incident," she joked.

"We don't talk about the Paranoia Incident. Never again."

I got up. It had been three years since I first walked through that doorway in the gray void, three years since me and Kreon started talking to each other. Since then we'd traveled to hundreds of different worlds and alternate realities together. We made a lot of friends, even more enemies, and compiled a list of different Incidents. Accidentally walking right into WW3 was a surprisingly normal occurrence, despite how upset it made me.

"So what now?" Kreon asked me. "Where should we go next? Should we visit a book series, or a show? What about one of those half finished worlds?"

"I thought we agreed to not go into any more half finished worlds."

"That's what you want. I am perfectly fine with entering unfinished stories."

"Says the person who accidentally killed the main character and had to reset the timeline."

"We don't talk about the Plot Armor Incident," she mocked me, "Never again."

"Shut up," I grumbled. "What about... This door?" I pointed to a door with a pokeball on it. "Pokemon!"

"Or," she interrupted, "we could go to that SCP alternate reality."

"You know I don't like that one," I complained. "It's bad enough that I have to live with an Eldritch horror 24/7."

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself," she joked. I smacked her arm, and she leapt up. "You want to go?" she challenged me. That was my cue to run.

Now, contrary to popular belief, flying is not faster than running. Especially when there's no wind. However, that didn't really matter, because I was not, and am still not, the most athletic person. It took her less than a minute to catch up to me, and when she did, I darted into the nearest safe door. She landed (Voided?) and rushed in after me.

And that's where our story truly begins.