Doctor Strange: The Eternal Flame *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE

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I thought the picture above was funny so I put it in. Hope you enjoy the FIRST CHAPTER!

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(Eight months before Prologue)

I was lost in a swirling world of color and insanity. That's how dreams normally were. Pointless and abstract, always changing and never the same. Some are beautiful and some are sinister. Some are calm and others are as restless as the sea. Dreams mean nothing, they are only meant to let the mind rest and recuperate after a long day. A way to process things that had happened so the mind could remember them the next day and discard things that were useless. But I've been learning new things every day and this was included in the category of dreams.

Prophetic visions in the form of dreams were normal. For me at least, ever since that fateful day on that wretched waste of a planet. Red and barren, as lifeless as my dreams. Like the one I was having right now. It was odd and totally random. Working at a fast food restaurant had never been my dream, let's say, but my actual dreams had other plans in store for me tonight. Even though this dream was repetitive and annoying, I decided not to disturb it or myself. Sleeping felt good, no matter how stupid the dream was.

Unfortunately, I couldn't control what was outside my dream during slumber. So, of course, some rude master of annoyance would come and wake me up. What else was I to expect? All good things never last forever, no matter how long they last to start with. Something bad will always happen. Whether it includes a nagging voice or poking. Something will always ruin peace eventually.

"Strange."

There it was, the voice, the peace ruiner.

"Strange."

I became extremely irritated. This voice was destroying the dream restaurant, making it crack and wiggle. The foundation was morphing in giant waves, trying to fade into black. I wouldn't let it. As much as I hated working there I refused to give it up. So I created a giant shield of sparkling light that pressed in the walls of my dream, keeping me inside and asleep.

"Stephen!"

The walls, despite my desperate attempts, shattered into oblivion and my eyes cracked open to white darkness. I could feel the sheets around my body and my mind slowly processed the feeling of a bed. I groaned. Well, there goes my paycheck...

"Go away," I grumbled, my voice scratchy from lack of use. I didn't want to get up and the person trying to wake me up was being a problem. I had half a mind to wake up for five seconds just to slap them. But I knew that would get me nowhere because they'd just slap me back.

"Stephen Strange. You've slept in long enough. It's almost eight in the morning. Get up!"

"Wong!" I shouted into my pillow. "You sound like my mother... Leave me alone."

"No," Wong replied bluntly, yanking the sheets from me. "We have to talk."

"Can't we do that later...?" I shivered as cold air smacked my body like a tidal wave. Goosebumps formed on my skin and I roared in frustration, lifting my head from the pillow to blindly find the blankets that were stolen from me. When I couldn't find them I sat up and crossed my legs, glaring at my mentor. He was dressed already. Standing with his hands held behind his back and his deep eyes locked on mine. I hate it when he does this. Wong never lets me sleep past eight. I haven't decided yet if that's a good or a bad thing. No, it's definitely a bad thing.

"No. Sorcerer Supreme never sleeps." He said, turning around and leaving me in my room. He shut the door and I gritted my teeth in frustration.

"Too bad I'm not Sorcerer Supreme!" I shouted loud enough so he could hear me through the door. I waited in silence for his response, if he would even respond at all.