Wrong Place, Right Time

Not what I expected

Summary:

A look into Lyric's background and how she ends up with the Avengers.

As I gazed up into a pair of shocked, wary yet concerned looking blue eyes, and felt a pair of strong arms holding me, I quickly reflected back through my life and how it all led up to this moment:

I am a hybrid, half sorceress, half werewolf. I am not talking your Sabrina the teenage witch here or your cheap B thriller type of two legged werewolf. My mom was a powerful (but GOOD) sorceress and my dad was an alpha of the biggest strongest werewolf pack in the world. Which means that I have power and a lot of it. But I am alone, a lone wolf with no family, no pack. I am from a different world, where witches and werewolves coexist rather peacefully among the humans there. My parents hid me in this world from forces who wanted to use my hybrid powers for the destruction of humankind.... everywhere. So here I am permanently sealed off from the world where I can be myself and struggling to find somewhere to fit in. Humans here can tell that I am different, with my pale skin, long black hair, strange purple eyes, keen senses, vivid face scars and unknown origins. There were always a lot of rumors going on about my past and how I came to get the scars, not that I paid much attention to them. Growing up some of the kids, and adults, could be very rude, commenting on my "freaky eyes" and my "deformed" face. As I got older, some even said it was a pity because without the scars I could be very beautiful.

If they only knew that I got my scars on my escape from my home world, from a werewolf working for the "Dark Forces" or whatever you call those whacked out maniacs who were after me. The werewolf attacked me, scratching the right side of my face from my temple to my chin, just missing my eye and lips. He also scratched me on my right shoulder and across the left side of my ribs, down to the bone, and then bit my left leg, trying to drag me away, his orders were to maim and incapacitate, not kill. I am lucky that werewolves heal fast, otherwise my injuries could have killed me but I was still left with the scars. My dad was able to tear him away from me in time, only to have my mom send me through the portal. The last words I remember hearing was my mom yelling "we love you" as I tumbled through the portal. That was the last time I ever saw my parents; I was 10 years old, dumped into this new world that has no magic. And no way back. My parents can't even come here to find me, if they are even alive. You see my mom opened this portal without knowing where I would end up. It was the easiest way to keep my location a secret.

I ended up becoming a loner, a lone wolf in all senses. Yes I had my adoptive parents who loved me and treated me well, but they couldn't force people to be friends with me or guys to like me. So I endured all the teasing and taunts all through school, and once I graduated, I went straight to university to get my degree in Zoology; with plans on being a Game Warden. And life was much easier out of high school, I was still a loner by nature, but I had acquaintances and even went on some dates; but no best friends or boyfriends, just because I was scared of letting people get too close. Right after I received my Master's degree, my adoptive parents were killed by a drunk driver while driving home from my graduation ceremony. Losing them broke my heart, I was so mad at them for leaving me all alone in this world, AGAIN, it felt like everyone I had ever loved had abandoned me. I moved back to the ranch but couldn't keep it afloat on my own, so I sold it but asked if I could stay on as a ranch hand, I wasn't ready to leave what was left of my only home. The new owners did a good job getting the ranch up and running again; they were nice to me and treated me well, mostly because they wanted to look good by giving the lonely orphan a home.

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                                    As for how I ended up in caught in someones arms...

September 25, 2015, 8:25pm

It had been busy day at work, and I was in a bad mood to begin with. I had been up at 5am feeding all horses and mucking of all the stalls with the rest of the ranch hands, then we had to herd cattle into a new quarter section, only to have half of them escape onto the road. After we finally rounded up all the cattle, we had to unload the hale bales that were delivered. I then spent the majority of the afternoon working with a green broke horse that the owners had bought, and the wretched creature had thrown me into the horse trough. Don't get me wrong, he is a sweet horse, he just got spooked and I got soaked. Once he calmed down he was easier to work with, although I never got the chance to change into dry clothes. By the time we finished any other farm work that needed to be done for the day, it was past 8pm and I was beyond tired as I trudged to my quarters in the bunk house.

The only reason that I was even still here was because of my wolf. The only thing that was keeping her alive was seeing the familiar woods surrounding us. With no magic here, and being a supernatural being, shifting into my wolf was a painful painful process that I tried to avoid even though it went against my very nature. Every day that I woke up in this world, I would pray that it would be my last day there, that I would finally be able to go home, and every night I went to bed disappointed. Only to repeat the process the next day.

As soon as I got into my room, I kicked off my grubby work boots, grabbed a cold beer, collapsed on the bed and turned on the TV. I desperately needed a shower, but I had been nonstop busy today, and I just needed to sit and relax for a bit. The Avengers was on the movie channel, perfect, I could stare at Captain America and Loki and just try to forget about my day. I knew why I was in such a mood today; it was my mom's birthday and all I wanted was to be with her, but I didn't even know if she was still alive. Sighing, I got up and went over to my dresser and picked up the tiny box that held my few pieces of jewelry. I only cared about my mom's ring, I don't know why she sent the ring with me, all she said was it will help get you home, I don't know how though, she never had the time to tell me.

I slipped the ring on and wandered back over to my bed to watch the rest of the movie, absentmindedly twisting the ring around my finger. Suddenly a bright white light appeared on the floor, about the size of a soccer ball and slowly expanding outwards. It was the portal!! It was finally opening!!! I can go home!! I dug out my duffle bag and started packing a variety of clothes, underwear, socks, shoes into it, as well as my toiletry bag, cell phone, ipad and chargers. I glanced around the room once, seeing if there was anything else I needed, not that I had much. I always knew that someday I would be leaving here someday, so I didn't keep a lot of things, no knickknacks or treasured items. I carefully packed a framed picture of me with my adoptive parents, and a photo album, just so I would never forget the people who took me in when they didn't have too. I grabbed my favorite hat and any sort of identification that I may need, not that it would help me much in my home world, but at least I would have something. I shoved the last of my things into my bag and was ready to go.

I slipped the strap of my duffle bag onto my shoulder, scooped up my boots, then grabbed my laptop bag as an after thought and waited impatiently for the portal to open enough that I could get through. Once the portal was done opening, I thought of my parents while staring at Captain America's face on the TV screen. So when I stepped through, I fully expected to step back into my own world where I could find my parents or pack. What I wasn't expecting was for the ground to give away suddenly, and to plummet downwards, only to be caught in Captain America's arms.