Fenrir's Binding: The Queen and The Barbarian

Chapter One: Dreams

Fenrir's Binding: The Queen And The Barbarian

By evolution-500

Genres: Romance/Angst

Feedback: Always welcome

WARNING: This story contains violence, coarse language and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: Killer Instinct" is a property belonging to Rareware and Microsoft while "The Boys" is a property by Garth Ennis and Dynamite Comics. I do not own these characters.

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Chapter One: Dreams

"A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities."

- J.R. Tolkien

She heard a ringing in her ears.

Opening her eyes, Maeve found herself suspended under water, watching as suitcases, purses, bodies and necklaces floated and sank all around her.

Looking in all directions, she searched for some sign of the surface, then looked up upon seeing the light of the moon casting its rays along with the fiery debris of the plane overhead.

Maeve's lungs burned as she desperately swam upward, kicking and breast-stroking with every ounce of strength she had in her.

Breaking the surface, Maeve tossed her head back with a sharp gasp as she inhaled, coughing and sputtering, her hair plastered to her forehead as she grabbed onto a floating piece of luggage. Burning pillars of fire roared all around her, the inferno crackling, sending up embers and thick black smoke clouds into the air.

"Jesus, I survived that?!" she gasped.

Behind her, she heard a loud groan.

Turning around, Maeve watched as the wrecked plane sank into the water, watching the ocean bubbling as it hungrily consumed it like some ravenous monster.

What were the odds? What were the fucking odds of her surviving that?

The crash must have caused me to tear straight through the hull.

Shivering, Maeve frantically looked around. She needed to find out if there were any other survivors.

"HELLO?! IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE?! IS ANYONE STILL ALIVE?!"

The plane groaned in response, the ocean gurgling as it slowly disappeared. Maeve watched as the tail vanished from view, leaving nothing behind.

Clinging onto the piece of luggage, Maeve held on for dear life, looking frantically around.

"IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE?! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, PLEASE SAY SOMETHING!"

The only sounds that greeted her were the roaring flames and the sloshing ocean waves.

Shivering, Maeve adjusted her grip on the piece of luggage that she clung on to, looking around for something, anything!

If she didn't get help fast, chances were likely that she would freeze to death. In Arctic waters, she recalled, an ordinary person wouldn't be able to last fifteen minutes. While Maeve herself had survived more than her fair share of danger, be it bombs, crashing cars, bullets to the chest and so on, she didn't quite know how good her durability was with regards to sudden plunges of temperature.