The Girl of the Rift

Chapter 2: Baby-Knife #2

The blur had me pinned, its hands gripping my wrists and forcing them down to the floor. Panic surged within me.

At least I could see my assailant better now.

It looked like a straight-up alien, with horrifying white eyes dominating a scarlet face.

I struggled under its grip, trying to free my arms. Reaching into my right pocket, may I present to you... Baby-Knife #2.

I stabbed the alien in the wrist and scrambled away from it, adrenaline fueling my escape. Hobbled but determined, I ducked behind a metal crate that looked oddly familiar.

I heard the alien yelp as it yanked Baby-Knife 2 from its wrist. I could hear its footsteps closing in and then it spoke.

"Mr. Strange, I lost her," the alien said, "She stabbed me, but she couldn't have gotten far."

The person's voice sounded young, maybe even my age. Ok, so maybe it wasn't an alien.

I heard something above me and looked up just in time to see my attacker crawling on the ceiling.

My thoughts went something like this: "WHATTHEF*CKWHYISHEONTHECEILING?OHMYGOD,GETMEOUTOFHERENOW,HOLYCRAP"

After picking my jaw off the floor, I had to assess the situation.

I scooted backward, keeping my eyes trained on the alien.

My back hit something and I jumped a little.

Phew. Just another crate.

I sighed, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm my quickening heart rate.

When I looked up again, I was face to face with the alien.

I tried to scream, but my voice had decided to take a vacation.

Instinctively, I put my hands up in an X in front of my face and closed my eyes.

When I didn't feel a bullet go through my head, I cautiously opened my eyes to find the alien frozen in front of me, crouched and unmoving. It was quiet—too quiet. Slowly, its eyes began to close.

Did I kill it?

I sucked in a breath and dropped my arms.

As soon as I did, sound rushed back into my ears, and the alien's eyes shot open faster than I could blink.

It grabbed my biceps, forcing my back into the crate.

Ok, this was starting to really piss me off.

I head-butted him with as much force as I could muster. He stumbled back, surprised.

Ignoring the screech of disapproval coming from my legs, I jumped up and ran as fast as I could.

I heard something whooshing through the air above me, but I kept willing my legs to go faster until I was yanked back by some invisible force.

Except it wasn't invisible; it was a thin, string-like material suspending me above the crates.

I thrashed around wildly, trying to detach myself.

Bad idea.

Now I was free-falling, heading straight for the hard metal floor.

At the last second, I felt myself become airborne again, this time enveloped in some sort of orange energy field.

The orange enveloped me, and I welcomed it, comforted by its strange familiarity. It felt like someone else had experienced this before, someone close to me, but not exactly my own memory.

As the alien dropped down from the ceiling, another figure came into view.

"Is that a wizard?" I blurted out before the room went black.

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AU:

Hey guys!!! This chapter is longer than the last one, what do we think ab it? Also yes baby knife is a deadpool reference. If u got that little cameo, u get 10 points. I'll try to update as often as possible promise 🙏

See you guys in the next chapter, 

A non-british wizard <3