Darkness Within (ON HOLD AND MAJOR EDITING BEING DONE)

Chapter 6 ~ Escape of the Drunk Girl

I decide that instead of talking to Candy Bomb today I'll do it tomorrow. Today, I need a drink. I walk up to the bar in town ready to lie to the bouncer saying I forgot my ID. Until I notice that since it's during the day, and no one really comes during the day, all the workers are being lazy. I walk past the bouncer without a word and head strait for the bar. This town is shit.

There are around five people in here, including me and the bartender. Normal club music is playing lowly in the background as the other three people here drown their sorrows.

"Just get me a drink. I don't care what it is. As long as it's strong," I state to the hot bartender.

As he starts making my drink I sit at the counter, pulling out my phone. Hottie slings the drink and it comes flying at me. Without looking up, I grab and drown it. Time flies and more people fill in. The three original people that were here are gone by now and new people fill their seats.

I sit there drinking for a couple more hours. When I am nearly to drunk to stand I pull a couple fifties from my wallet and hand it to the bartender. I wobble out, flinging my bag back onto my shoulder. I walk back to the school and hide my bag and board in some bushes. I finally start to head home.

I stumble into some odd park and finally admit to myself that I'm drunk and lost. Lost and drunk. Hehe that sounds funny.

I lay on the wet grass and begin to pass out. Of course. I'm woken up, but not by what you'd normally think. Some guy trying to lift me up. I can feel the muscles through his shirt (maybe?) clearly and, even drunk, realize that in order to save myself I'll have to use my powers. I crack open an eye to see a man in armor with a red cape, long dirty-ish blonde hair, blue eyes, and some sort of hammer.

Not able to recognize him in my drunken state, I assume he is an enemy. Jumping out of his arms I land on my butt and giggle a bit.

"Young midgardian, are you alright," midgardian? Father uses that word.

I am immediately put on high alert and try to blast him with a bolt of fire. He dodges my terrible throw and stands on high alert too. Him with a look of shock on his face. I'm not all danty and fragile.

He stands and begins to walk towards me. I try to scury away, to out of it to use any more powers. He is soon in front of me. This random stranger throws me over his shoulder as he swings his hammer and we fly off. Along the way I fall back into unconsciousness.

"Thor, are you sure she has powers," questions a tough male voice.

"I am quite sure. This midgardian lady or whomever blasted a hole in my cape," says the same voice as the man who grabbed me earlier. Man do I have a hangover.

Wait. Grabbed me! I slowly pry open my right eye to see my kidnapper and some black guy with an eyepatch. The fuck?

Willing myself to ignore the pain I slide off the table and in my head chant the camouflage spell I was learning earlier. Camouflage is not invisible so I have to be super careful. I start to sneak past the men when I hear the click of a gun.

Frightened I freeze and stop the chanting in my head. Slowly I turn my head to the side and see eyepatch holding a gun aimed at me and Thor, I'm guessing, in a defensive pose with his hammer in hand. I immediately jump into a defensive stance, holding a ball of fire in each hand.

"Who are you and where am I," I spit out.

"Nick Fury, director of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agency. And you are," he answers. Well questions. Whatever. Shield? I've heard that somewhere before.

"None of your damn business is who I am," I reply.

"If you cooperate this will go smoothly," Nick negotiates.