When Aleister Crowley's "𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧" is stolen from within the walls of the New York Sanctum Sanctorum-- a ring that is dangerous as it was worn by Crowley in 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 and 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦 rituals as well as it's ability to...
Hi and welcome to my Doctor Strange standalone! This is a story that is an original storyline taking place post 𝑵𝒐 𝑾𝒂𝒚 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆!
Note: This is my first time writing MCU so please bear with me but I hope you enjoy.
-Tiger 🐅)
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"See you tomorrow, Kat!"
I heard my co-worker, Sarah, say as she walked out of the office. I waved her off as she headed to her car. I grab my purse, sling it over my shoulder and my own car keys and lock up, moving the "Open" sign out front to "Closed" for the night.
As I unlock my car and I put my purse in the front seat- that's when it strikes me. Hard.
The smell of burnt metal. The intense pain in my leg as it's pinned down. I'm in the backseat of the car.
I quickly try to numb my mind from the memory that's surging in my vision. My eyes adjust and I'm back in the parking lot of my office that I own as a physical therapist and I try to regain my breathing.
I notice a figure as I look out of my car's window, standing by the building as he starts walking past and my eyes narrow. He had short black hair, wearing a red plaid flannel and a pair of black jeans and sneakers.
I close my car door and I start to follow him, staying a few feet away so he doesn't turn around and catch me. He turns down a block and into an alleyway.
I watch as I knelt behind a dumpster, he then locks eyes with me and his lips curl into a side smirk of arrogance. I stand up and move toward him, before he draws open a portal and he steps back, letting the portal close.
Dammit. I lost him. Again.
Every few days, I've seen him show up at my office and he'd lead me on this game. I'd find a way to catch him and when I get close to him, he's gone.
My jaw tenses as I stood there in shock for several minutes, trying to figure out how he'd been able to conjure magic like this.
As those moments passed, I had a strong gut feeling that I wasn't the only one in this alleyway. I looked over my shoulder to see my suspicions were indeed, true.
