Okay, so I wasn't satisfied with the original prologue of My Yellow Light, so I'm rewriting it to be better. I'll leave the original up for comparison purposes, but anyway, hopefully you all like this version.

I also changed the title, naming it after the song "Again" by Flyleaf (who are awesome, by the way). My reasons for this?... I dunno. 'Cuz I like Flyleaf?

Anyway, constructive criticism, not FLAMES, are appreciated.

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Prologue

In a stuffy old garage...

Lara Reed. That's my name. Expert gamer (or I pride myself as being one, to tell the truth) and crazy music addict. Speaking of gaming, at the moment, I'm playing the multiplayer for a Ratchet and Clank game against a friend online and I'm getting my butt thoroughly handed to me.

The second Ratchet stops running so he can bash open a health crate is the second he gets obliterated by a Spitting Hydra. And I'm thoroughly annoyed. I turn on the microphone on my headphones and say, "Had enough blowing me away yet, Inspector Clouseau?"

"Oooh, I'm scared. Are you gonna try and murder me with a giant death ray, Monsieur Dreyfus?"

"Ha ha, very funny, George," I say, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl sitting on the floor next to me. After gulping down a mouthful, I continue, "Maybe you should go into acting instead of geology."

"Maybe if they let me play a geologist."

"Okay, that was awful, even for you."

"Lara, I think you should be more worried about the fact that it's almost nine a.m. and you're not even on your way to work yet," George says.

"Crap! Why didn't you say anything until now?! I've gotta go, bye!" I rip off my headphones and race to my car. Leave it to George to make me late for work.

When I arrive at the department store, it's total chaos. I hate holidays. On those days, the stores are crowded with people to the point where it's like being a tiny sardine in a can. Excuse me for the unoriginal metaphor. It's a wonder that I haven't suffocated by the end of the day. And of course, it's clean-up time then.

"Whew-wee!" I jerk my head in the direction the sound came from and see John putting the last of the chairs in a stack that some toddler knocked over a few hours ago.

"Aye, what a day," John says, wiping sweat off his brow with his hand. "And I thought newborn babies were awful."

I chuckle as I pull the store keys from my pocket and walk to the exit. "C'mon, let's lock up for tonight and get a good night's sleep."

After locking up the store for the night and saying our goodbyes, I find myself driving home in the darkness of midnight. The only source of light comes from my headlights. I hadn't realised how tired I am until I started driving. But I'll be fine. I've driven at night before.

I yawn as I take a turn on Main Street, and my eyes start to close. I slap my face to keep myself awake. But I start nodding off again, and next thing I know, I'm plowing into the ditch. My head slams the steering wheel, hard, and I black out immediately.

After a long period of darkness, my mind conjures up a memory. A very bad memory. The day my parents abandoned me. Nineteen years ago. I was five then. I had shown my parents something a few days before. My power. Apparently I was born a mutant, like the X-Men.

My ability is like Magneto's. I can move anything, anything metal to my will.

I showed my parents this. A few days later, we went the local state park for a hike along the lake. After the hike, I told my parents that I had to use the bathroom. They said they'd wait for me outside the restroom. Except when I came out, they were gone. So was the car. I fell to my knees on the pavement, pounding the ground with my fist over and over until it was covered in blood, screaming and crying and sobbing my heart out. They left me. Because I was different, because I was a mutant.

Never again did I use my powers. I never showed them to the many foster parents I had until I turned eighteen, never showed them to anyone. Never. Never. Never.

After many more memories float about my brain's subconscious, I finally wake up. I'm lying on my side, in a damp, cold cave. I lift my head to look around and see the exit a few feet away. Remembering my head hitting the steering wheel, I raise my hand to feel my forehead. No gash, no blood, not even a bruise. The only pain I feel is a slight headache.

But how'd I end up in a cave? I stand up, brushing some of the dirt off my body, and I realise I'm no longer wearing my store uniform, but rather my casual clothes. This is getting strange...

I walk to the exit of the cave, albeit wobbly. And I see two men in armour, battling it out. One of them I immediately recognise, since his outfit's pretty hard to miss. Loki. The other man, the one he's fighting, I don't know. And I don't care.

The second I see them, I bolt away into the rolling woods. I think I hear a sword or something hit its mark, but I'm more concerned for my own safety. Isn't Loki supposed to be dead? I think. Didn't Thanos kill him, just as he killed so many others without mercy? But the sound of something sharp colliding with wood a few feet away wipes the confusion from my mind.

I jerk my head and see Loki tearing his sceptre from a tree, and then continuing his pursuit. Stay out of range of his powers. Stay out of range... I trip over a tree root and land in some leaves. Just as I scramble to get up, I'm flung into the side of a tree. I let out a yelp of pain, as Loki telekinetically holds me in the air, my back pressed firmly against the tree.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Loki asks, tilting his head and smirking slightly. "A Midgardian. Now how did you end up here in Anulus Mortis? Hm? Did you come here by some interdimensional means, perhaps to save some special lost lover? Or are you somehow... special?"

"You should be dead," I say. I try not to show my fear, and I look him in the eye as I speak. "Thanos killed you. It was all over the news."

Loki's smirk grows larger. "I'm sure it was. But I did not truly die, as they all may have thought. And believe me when I say, though I've died a hundred, a thousand times in this arena already... this time, this time... I'm finally getting out of here." He balances his sceptre so it's aimed at my chest. "And you, mortal, are not going to stand in my way."

And then we hear it. A rushing, smashing sound through the woods nearby. Loki and I look in the direction of the sound and then we look at each other. It takes a few seconds for it to register for the both of us that we should run. And by that time, it's too late. The immense wave of salt water crashes into us.

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And that's that, folks. :) So, now for the cast (yes, I'm really doing this, for reasons of my own):

Marie Avgeropoulos as: Lara Reed

Tom Hiddleston as: Loki

Ben Stiller as: (?)

Tom Selleck as: (?)