The Life She'd Been Given

Chapter 1

"Stop right there!!!!" A gromflomite yelled. They were some ugly bastards with all their hangy bits.

Running through all the commotion of intergalactic customs was hard. Rebecca was jumping over people and sliding on the concrete floor, all while getting fired at.

"Shit shit shit!" She was quickly running toward a crowd of people and needed to think quickly to get her way around. The intergalactic custom section was huge. The ceiling felt like it went up forever above her head and the hall felt like it went miles in front of her.

As she was running she reached in one of her many pockets in her tan, baggy cargo pants to find her portal gun. "Come on, come on." She pleaded running quicker toward the crowd in front of her. "Aha!!!" She had found it just in time too. She took a quick turn to the left running directly towards a wall. She pressed random coordinates into her portal gun interface and shot towards the wall. A blue portal opened and as soon as she saw it, she started running faster than she had been this whole time as she had set a timer on the portal gun to 5 seconds.

"FUCK!" She yelled jumping through the portal. It felt warm and gooey, like jumping into a tub of slime that had been sitting in the sun.

When she fell through the portal closed behind her and she tripped knocked her head on a metal table and landing on a cold concrete floor.

"holy shit, ow" she said.

She brought her hand up toward her forehead, touched the wound, and look at her hand to see blood, a lot of blood.

"Who the *burp* f-uugh-ck are you?"

She sat up and saw that she had crushed her portal gun during the fall. She stood up quickly, some of her long light brown hair covered in blood, "I'm-woah shit.." She fell over from being light headed, "Rebecca Haze." She put her hand on her head. She fell up against a counter and knocked over some long armed device breaking some of its pieces. She looked up to see an older man with grey hair that had a blue tint to it standing over what looked to be some teenager. The kid was hooked up to a heart beat monitor but was fully awake, lying on the metal table she had whacked her head on. The older man stood in a lab coat with a flask in his hand, looking very pissed off that he was interrupted.

"God d-Uaaa-amn it! M-oo-rty take her to your room or *burps* or something, be-before she brakes any of- of my shit!"

"I can handle myself, ass-" She stood up only to fall over again, breaking more shit "-hole" she sighed.

Morty tried to catch her before she fell.

"Aw, geez Rick, don't-don't be such an asshole for- for once," Morty said walking over to Rebecca. He pulled her up and put her arm over his shoulder, dragging Rebecca up the stairs and to his room. Helping her to the bed, Morty groaned. It wasn't easy for the kid to hold up an adult.

"Thanks, kid." Rebecca smiled at Morty.

"Th-that's okay!" he said cheerfully, "I'll- I'll be right back! Hang in there!" Morty took off downstairs and Rebecca sat on the bed, her hair covered in so much blood.

"Hey, Morty-" A man popped in to stare at her in shock. He looked like one hell of a douche in his green and brown striped shirt with his receding hairline.

"Wow, talk about deadbeat dad," Rebecca thought, rolling her eyes.

"I, uh." The man started. Before he could say anything Morty ran up the stairs and frantically spoke, "No-nothing to s-see here, dad! Bye!" He quickly shut the door and sighed with relief.

Morty handed Rebecca a wet rag. "Just-just uh, put this on your head and apply pressure." He paused a moment, "Wh-what did you say your-your name was again?"