I've redone this chapter, I originally wrote this in first person because I found it easier; however I've realised that it's too confusing and I would end up omitting too much information later on, thus the rewriting of it. It's essentially the same plot just written in a different structure.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC. Also as a warning, I do not update frequently.
Bent over a small desk, shrouded in poor lighting, a young woman named Arwen, studied for her upcoming biology exam. Like countless students before her, it was a nightmare and pointless endeavour.
"Okay, urogenital system, in the male cane toad consists of kidney, bladder, testes and at the anterior end of the testes are…bui…bi…bid…something! Organ. When something else is removed, this organ becomes and ovary. And…fuck this shit! I! Give! Up!" she exclaimed, reaching over she grabbed the closest pillow before and screamed into it, before repeatedly hitting herself over the head with it as punishment for her choice of major.
"Dude, you just went full retard. Never, go full retard." Arwen murmured, whilst her hand incessantly twirled the pen around her fingers, leg continuously bouncing and a wide eyed look of panic on her face.
Knock, knock.
"Come in." A young brunette, dressed in her pyjamas cautiously entered the battle ground of a science student's room. Tip toeing around the heavy text books, and consciously avoiding the folder holding images of dissected animals. She had learnt her lesson the previous time she entered.
"Hey. Do you want to come join us? Sarah's boyfriend came over, and he's making us have a Lord of the Rings marathon. Again." She ended her sentence with a dramatic roll of her eyes. Arwen turned to face her with a strained smile.
"Thanks for the offer, but I really do need to study for this biology quiz. Maybe next time." Arwen replied.
"Okay then, you keep studying and we'll watch you!" She giggled, winking before flouncing back out the door. Out of public scrutiny, annoyance etched itself into Arwen's face as she went to close the door, before determination took its place as she returned to her study. Despite her newfound strength though, Arwens eyelids soon began to droop, and it wasn't long before she was immersed in sleep.
A sharp crash from outside, jolted her wide awake and a sharp screech of "Oh my God! What did you do?!" only added to her worry. In a rush, she grabbed her mobile before bolting outside, completely ignorant of the thin fishing wire, stretched across her doorway. Her toes snagged the line, and her upper torso rushed towards the tiled floor, she thrust her left leg out in a desperate attempt to stop her fall. Wincing at the amount of force her knee absorbed from the impact, but it was not enough to stop her downwards decline. Her upper torso had pitched forwards again, the counter edge now in line with her head. They connected with a sickening thud, and her skull unable to endure the force collapsed inwards. Blood poured out of the hole.
"Holy shit! Oh my God! I told you guys this was a bad idea! Arwen! Can you hear me?! Stop crying god damn it! Call the ambulance!" Arwen's red headed flat mate cried out. While someone else in the back ground vomited from the strong scent of iron that filled the apartment.
"Shouldn't we roll her over? So she's not staring at the floor?" a deep voice rang out over the hysteria of the other bystanders.
"Don't! Just call the ambulance already! I watched somewhere that said if we moved someone with head or spinal injuries we could make it worse. Arwen! You stay with us okay! If you stay with us I'll make you steacon every night for dinner! Steak and bacon every night, doesn't that sound good?! Damn it! Someone fucking call the ambulance already!" The relatively calm redhead shrieked as she progressively became more distraught.
Soon the light in Arwen's eyes died whilst staring at the floor, and the paramedics that arrived too late, could do no more than to try and resuscitate a corpse.
As Arwen regained consciousness, she could feel that she was in a different area. No longer were there tiles beneath her, and the air was definitely warmer than the thermostat was usually set at in her apartment. Terrified she kept her eyes closed upon hearing three sibilant voices.
"Which door should it go through?" A husky voice asked.
"That one." Replied another, one of higher pitch.
"No. You fool, there's already one of it in there."
"Why not two?"
"Because that's not how it's done. Two in one world would create too much mayhem and disorder."
"Why?"
A third, rich and cultured voice entered the argument, "Both of you shut up. L, stop pretending to be stupid, you know the rules. We put them in a world where they haven't been born yet. That's our job. And R, stop arguing back, you know L's just baiting you."
A piercing laugh escaped L, "Too easy R!"
"Shut up, King snake!" R hissed back.
"Better than Garter snake."
"How dare you!"
"Quiet! Enough with the name calling! What are you two? Snakelets?"
"M, you just called us names." L deadpanned.
"You're such a hypocrite M, and, we're all attached. If we're snakelets then so are you." R haughtily replied.
Blustering M cried out, "It doesn't matter! Just, help me move that thing over to that gate. We can keep arguing after this, it might wake up soon."
"No. Now. We can tell when it awake."
"Please M; give us a little credit here. Also, you keep saying that but so far, none of them has ever woken up while they were still here." R snorted indignantly.
"Maybe not one of ours, but didn't you hear? Brent let one of his wake up, and it remembered everything of its past life in the new one. He still has the scars from that lashing, even after fifteen skin sheds."
"Yea, but Brent." L replied.
"I have to agree with L here, it is Brent. I mean look at his name. How many rune spoors identify themselves as Brent?"
"Enough! Both of you, just, stop! Chuck it through that door!"
"But why?" L and R chimed together, whilst they continued to argue, Arwen slowly opened her eyes. Awe filling them, as she took in the white hallway seemingly endless and without a ceiling. Rows upon rows of different arches, all of them entrances to a dark abyss.
"Fine, you unhelpful imbeciles. I'll do it myself, even though I was the one that redistributed the last one as well." Before she could fully comprehend the situation, a tail curled around Arwen's waist and lifted her into the air. Facing the rune spoor, she noted the three pairs of black eyes, each separate head of it larger than her entire upper body. Now, despite all of Arwens day dreaming of staring down death for beloved fictional characters, in this moment all thoughts of bravery left her mind and she screamed.
"Make it stop!" L cried as it twisted and shook its head in agony, whilst R shouted for M to "Stop that infernal cacophony!" The tail tightened, and her screams were stopped, replaced by wretched gargling noises as blood forced its way up her throat, choking her in the process.
"Oh gross, let's just chuck it." R stated, eyes filled with disgust as the blood streamed down the front of her pyjamas staining everything its path.
"Eat it." L's eyes glistened menacingly.
"L's that's beyond unhygienic, sometimes I wonder how we can be related." R snarled back. Arwen's eyes fluttered, and began to roll back into her head as she fell back into unconsciousness. M leaned closer in order to assess their potential meal, tongue flicking out to taste the air around her.
"No, we can't eat it L. This one's only on its fifty second rotation, Master would kill us if we got rid of one so young. Besides this carnation of it is sick, and weak." M observed.
"Okay good, now that we have agreed on the fact that no one will be consuming and tainting my body with this thing, let's get rid of it."
"Which gate?" L hissed.
"This one." R replied, and threw her through the air in a curved arc before slamming and sliding along the ground. Crying out softly at first before waking up with a scream, at the blistering heat that ran up her nerves, overloading her brain with pain, from the severe carpet burn and broken bones. Her cries lasted for several seconds before she was sucked into the dark abyss of the closest archway.
She woke up with a body shuddering gasp, desperate for oxygen in the middle of a park. Clothes still covered in blood, yet her body was devoid of all injuries.
"Miss, are you okay?" A young man asked, as he jogged towards her.
"Where am I?"
"You're in New York." Her eyes cleared of their previously dazed film, and shock covered her face.
"New York?" she repeated to herself, how could she be in New York she thought, but it explained a few things. Such as the American accent of the young man, though for all she knew he could be playing a poorly timed prank on her. Her face contorted into anger as she remembered how it was because of a poorly thought out prank that she ended up dead. That is, if she actually died. Staggering to her feet, she was given another shock as her eyes found a large and modern building. A building that she was extremely familiar with. Stark Tower.
Okay, so I tweaked a couple things, but it's mostly the same!