The Strange Apprentice- Book One

Chapter 2

I regained consciousness as Mr. Strange helped me getting up. He was different now. He was wearing what it seemed like a blue samurai costume, black trousers that showed his ankles, some weird looking shoes (which probably went out of fashion in the middle ages) and a red cape with a high collar that seemed to move despite there was no wind, like it had a life of it's own. He appeared to have have between 45 and 50 years old judging by the grey hair on the sides of his head and beard.I couldn't help noticing his hands, they look damaged, wounds that looked like permanent scars. He had this mysterious look and a firm stance:

-Good, your up- he said relieved.

That's when i started to remember everything that happened just a few minutes ago.I also realized we were no longer in the stadium, but in a house that i've never been before, with walls covered with book stands and glass boxes which appeared to have ancient artifacts in them.The lamps had a faint light and the furniture was mostly made out of wood, but none of the pieces seemed to be equal. It looked pretty exotic, like a Lara Croft mansion but with a touch of mystery to the air . Mr. Strange invited me to sit in an armchair made of a strange fabric that i have never seen before. He offered me a glass of water,which magically appeared on my hand and i drooped in shock, which was followed by another that i drank.

You can imagine how the next scene went down. Mr. Strange sat in the armchair next in front of me, he was about to start talking, but i started first:

-Stay away from me!

- I need you to listen to me, I am not your enemy I promise.

-Where am I? How did I got hear?- i asked with a trembling voice, but never showing fear.

- You are at the New York Sanctum Santorum, where i live. I brought you hear while you were passed out so i could examine you in decent conditions. For know, you don't appear to have any major trauma, but i suggest for the next few days you take it slow.

- Right..., take it slow...- I said looking the other way.

- Don't worry, you are safe in here I will explain everything to you in time.

And that's when things got ugly. Realy ugly. I started crying and shouting at him like i never shouted before in my life, i totally lost it:

- In time? IN TIME? Are you serious?? I just watched my grandfather turn into ash right in front of me, i just saw demons playing baseball and no one seemed to notice but me! I demand an explanation now!! Who are you ?! How could i do that stuff with my hands?!

-If you just calm down...

-CALM DOWN!? That's it! I'm calling the cops, I don't know who the hell are you but you are going to pay for what you did.

I angrily walked out of the room when two doors closed and locked by themselves in front of me, when i was reaching for the door knob he exclaimed with an assertive voice:

- I wouldn't do that if i were you.

-What? Is the door knob going to turn into a demon too!?

-No... but it might sting you a little. Plus even if i let you walk out of here not only no one would believe you, like you wouldn't go to the police anyway.

-What makes you think that?!

-Because I know you Casey, and i know that you are not only frightened by all of this, but you are also curious. Am i wrong?

You have got to be kidding, this couldn't be real. How could he know my name, if I had never told him? Surprised, I asked:

-How do you know my name? How do you know so much about me?