Hey Guys!

Just watched Thor so I now have a better grasp on his character. Hope you guys don't flame me for this story...

This is new ground for me, and my first chapters usually suck. But after the first chapter, I've been told I get better. I just really suck at openers.

I got the inspiration for this when I ate a bean burrito. Yeah...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters from MARVEL, but I do own my OC's.

Whenever it was a full moon she decided to sleep in the bed of her Toyota, as she did with her father as a child, gazing into the stars until she fell asleep. So at first she thought she was dreaming; the night had been quiet, so when she was startled into awareness by the thunderous crack of lightening, she thought it off as a fallacy. 'No, it's just a dream.' She thought, hazily seeing a blinding blue aura funnel itself like a tornado in the dark a few miles off, the screeching boom of thunder careening overhead. 'Yep. A dream.'

She had had stranger dreams; once, she dreamt that she was being chased by a killer florescent pink bunny, which inevitably turned into a goldfish when she slayed a green troll. Her dreams never made sense, so she wasn't going to start deciphering them now. With that thought she placed her head back onto her pillow and started to drift into unconsciousness.

That was, at least, until she heard the pitiful moan of pain emanating somewhere nearby.

Opening her eyes once more, she found the aura and swiveling shadows gone from the sky, taking the thunder with it. She was puzzled, for she was now battling if what she saw was in fact reality. 'No… no it ca-' she was drawn from her ravine once again by the sounds of shuffling cloth and the cry of agony. Draylyn stiffened, clutching her nickel plated flashlight for dear life.

'Great. Good goin', Dray. Seen enough horror movies to know how this is gonna end up for ya.' She thought, cursing herself silently in the dark. The cries eventually softened until they stopped completely, yet she still couldn't compel herself to move; no, perhaps this person just wanted her to reveal herself so they could do her in. She gulped, unmoving from the lining of her truck except for the small rise and fall of her chest.

"H-help… Father..." the voice begged barely over a murmur, and Dray was surprised she could actually hear it. Before she could think through her actions she stood up, flicking the switch that allowed a ray of light to bust from the contraption she held in her sweaty palm to the origin of the sound. She gasped in horror of the sight, her free hand instinctively bolting up to cover her mouth, her digits trembling.

She leapt from the back of her Tacoma and raced toward the man that lay in the middle of the road, who had curled into a tight ball to conceal an injury. Her heart pounded in her ears as she approached him, growing more and more cautious as she grew nearer. She fell to her knees by his side, the flashlight trembling in her grasp. Crimson glinted off the rough asphalt, becoming a river as the hill descended.

"O-oh my god…" she whispered hoarsely, taking her free hand to unsteadily touch his shoulder, the man upon the ground recoiling back from the contact. Immediately she retracted her touch, unsure of what to do. "S-sir? Sir, are you okay?"

'No, Dray. He's just peachy. Can't you tell by the way he's twisting in pain?' she cursed, taking a deep breath to calm herself. She thought of everything she had learned in books of how to care for someone in critical condition, but in the heat of the moment, she came up blank. After a few more moments, he stopped fighting, falling unconscious. Tears sprouting to her eyes, she sat in a state of shock as the man continued to bleed

'Stop the bleeding.' The thought finally split through her manic haze and she immediately began to strip her shirt from her body, laying the man on his back. The limpness of his body scared her, but she thrusted the thought from her mind. "Don't die on me, okay?" she was amazed by calmness of her voice, balling the t-shirt and pressing down on the wound with it.

'Call 9-1-1.' She thought next, taking a bloodied hand to dig in her pocket for her phone. She flipped it open, red smearing on the buttons and screen as she did so. She was about to press 'Send' when she remembered she lived in the rural country side, a good fifty minute wait until the ambulance would arrive.

'Call Natalie!' the thought hadn't even donned on her that her best friend, who lived with her to save money, was a practicing nurse. She'd know what to do!

She couldn't leave the man, so she frantically called her friend's cell phone, which she always kep on loud and directly next to her. The phone rung until she heard the lazy reply of, "Hello?" The words flew from Draylyn's mouth in a tizzy, and she heard Natalie yawn. "Okay you found what? And why should I care at three in the morning? And why are you calling me? You could just walk inside you lazy a-"

"Natalie, listen to me!" she shouted, pressing the phone between her shoulder and her ear. "I have a guy wounded in the middle of the street, now get your butt out here and help me before he dies!" There was silence on the phone, and then a crash as Natalie dropped the phone and Dray could hear her distant profanities as she was searching for something.

A few moments later, the brunette came crashing from the door way with her own flashlight and a first aid kit. Within seconds she backed away as Natalie cut off his singed shirt and began to stunt the bleeding, revealing for the first time the damage that had been dealt.

A deep gash tore its way across his pale torso, the blood tainting his skin with gore. Rosy lines spread out like lightening on his body, starting at the nape of his neck to his abdomen. Draylyn had his head in her lap while Natalie bandaged his wounds. Natalie looked at her sternly.

"We need to get him to a hospital. It was a good thing you started to stop the bleeding when you did, or this guy'd be dead." she felt his wrist for a pulse. "His pulse is really strong, which is strange for someone who sustained these kinds of injuries. He's… well… oddly stable." She mused more to herself than to Dray.

"Should we get him inside the house, or what?" Draylyn asked, not daring to peer down to the man. She had always been queasy of blood since she was little, but had only gotten over her fear of the substance for this short period of time in her haste to save the man's life. Now, with the copper smell filling her nostrils, she thought she'd be sick.

Natalie nodded. "It's not safe for him to be out here. Let's get him inside and I'll call 9-1-1." With that the two girls lifted the man, surprised by his weight due to the lankiness of his body. The two hastily carried him into the narrow passageway, left open in the brunette's haste, and placed him on the worn sofa in the confined living area. After cleaning up the blood, Natalie left Dray alone to watch over him to call the hospital.

Dray watched as the man lay unmoving on the couch, his black, shoulder-length hair contrasting drastically with his pale skin. She heard Natalie talking to the police in the kitchen, but she didn't pay mind to it. She scanned his body for any other injuries, but came up blank. She wondered of the origins of the red lines that vined around his body, and what this guy had gotten into before she found him. She also tried to dismiss how handsome he was in light of the situation, and found herself forcing her eyes to be cast down.

"What happened to you?" she thought, not yet realizing that the God of Mischief and Lies lay powerless before her, and that her life was about to spiral into a place she never thought possible.

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Your fellow Fanfictioner,

~ILJA~