Crossing Realities- Peter Parker

Chapter Two

Annabelle POV

I woke up and saw a man wearing some form of gear in front of me. My vision was so blurry, where are my glasses? I tried thinking I should introduce myself, I'm Annabelle... middle name unknown... last name unknown. How old am I? 14, no, 15, 16, 17, no. 16 sounds about right. Birthday, don't know. Why don't I know these things? I should know these things. My head is absolutely killing me.

Do I even wear glasses? I feel like I do. I look around the room to discover I am in a dingy hospital room, maybe jail given the big metal door. Is that a security camera? Maybe I'll ask this scary gentleman, "Um hi?"

He takes out... arrow? Can't see for the life of me right now but it is pointed straight for my head as he moves closer I can see it much more clearly, "What's you name?"

"Annabelle?"

"Last name."

"Are you going to shoot me?" so many questions and that's what I decided to ask. Not my best decision although it seems reasonable given the circumstances.

"I will if you don't answer our questions. How did you get here?"

I put up my hands besides my head despite being sore from... what am I sore from? "I don't know how I got here, please don't shoot. I was hoping you could answer some of mine."

"Fat chance"

Well this is going great, usually when someone is about to die they think about their family, friends, I can't even remember mine. I can't even focus on the arrow pointed straight between my eyes, I'm just trying to remember. 

"I can't remember anything. I know my name cause I said it to the guy with the beard after I- I-" after I what!

"What happened before that?" he kept a dead stare on his face. "Answer me."

I don't know how I got the courage to say this but I automatically said, "Like I said before I can't remember anything so put the arrow down old man." I was scared out of my mind but sure insult the person threatening your life.

Surprisingly he put the arrow down still locked with his bow. "Last name."

"I don't remember."

"Stop playing games and tell me."

I screamed "I said I don't know!" my head stinging a little less at the release of tension. Some wind blew in from my slightly opened jail cell door. I took a few deep breaths in as I looked back at him with the arrow touching my forehead. This guy is not friendly, "Sorry I yelled. Please put the arrow down."

The same guy I said my name burst through the door yelling at the guy with arrows, "What are you doing Clint are you trying to scare her?"

"Yes that's how we get information."

Something about the guy with the glow thingy coming from his shirt seemed familiar. I couldn't place it, just felt very odd.

"Sorry about our security he's a dick. Do you know who I am?"

"No, I don't even know the second half to my name."

"She's claiming to have some sort of amnesia." that makes sense even though he is putting words into my mouth.

He walked towards me sort of examining my face as I just sat there trying to place his, "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Falling, hitting my head on some dirt or like some sort of sand."

"Where are you from?"

"How am I supposed to know that." I state like it is something obvious.

"Give me a planet"