Here it is people. The rewrite I talked about doing. This will have many changed, I won't say what to those are for those who haven't read the old one. I may continue it or may not. I just have too many ideas and need to stick one. Now sit back and get ready to experience Second Coming of the God of Thunder: Special Edition!

Chapter 1

The boy in the North

He was running... running alone through a wide forest somewhere in Norway.

The place was nearly completely lying in shadows, save for the few rays of sunlight that peeked through the treetops which allowed him some visibility of where he was gong. He pasted columns of trees, their leaves brushing off his body and twigs snapping beneath his sore feet. His heart pounded like a war drum from running for hours. Despite feeling his stamina depleting, despite all noise he was making, he still ran, refusing to give up. He couldn't stop, he had to keep going!

He jumped over a large root, the smell of decaying plants reached his nose, and ducked under a branch that surely would have knocked him on his back at the speed he was going. Running into a shallow river, he lowered him into a squat and ceased moving, straining his ears to listen for anything out of the ordinary. He heard the gentle current of the river, the wind rustling the leaves, the songs sung by the birds, and other wildlife noises.

Then he heard a sound to the left, making his head turn slowly in the direction it came from. Without a second though he took off and ran, his legs ached with pain at having to move again but he would not stop. He glanced at the ground ahead to dodge any roots, rocks, and fallen branches that would be in his path. He quickened his pace when hearing the noise again.

As he made a sharp right turn and climbed a tiny slop he paused and saw a silhouette just ahead

"Finally!" He thought while swift and silently drawing an arrow from the quiver slung to his side and knocking it to the bow grasped in the other hand. He raised the weapon to eye level, pulling the string all the way back for maximum speed and power. His right eye followed the silhouette through the trees and waiting for the right moment to fire.

When the silhouette ran into a large patch of sunlight, the archer fired. The bow twanged. The arrow sped straight from the string, straight for its target. He smiled as he saw the arrow hit its mark, sending the silhouette crashing to the forest floor with a cry of pain.

He approached his target and inspected the kill. The arrow had buried itself up to the feather in the deer's head. After running for hours through this forest, he finally caught his prey.

For months he had been hunting in this forest for this particular deer. Its size meant it was loaded with meat he could survive on for three weeks. Plus the antlers would make a great decorate for his home.

Slinging the bow over his shoulder, he pulled the arrow out and cleaned the blood off before lifting the great animal with a slight grunt over his other shoulder. With his weapon and prey secured he began the long trek back to home.

His chaotic run through the forest may have gotten him lost but this hadn't been the first time he hunted here. Each time he went in he had set landmarks to know where he was, like the X marked into the trunk of a tree he came upon. The roman numeral number for ten. This meant he was ten feet away from the forest edge.

When he reached the forest edges and stepped out of it, he paused to take in the beauty of the landscape. There were grassy plains which spanned for miles, that lead towards enormous snow peaked mountains or dense forests like the one he just came out, and valleys so wide it could be fit a blue whale.

He smiled softly. Norway was such a beautiful country. Whether you are a resident of it or a tourist, it was one of those places you just have to take in its scenery.

Taking one last look over the landscape, he turned for the dark blue truck parked at the foot of the hill. Carefully he placed the deer in the trunk before starting the vehicle and drive home.

The drive for home wouldn't usually take so long, but traffic made it seem like hours had passed when only it took an hour and half to reach the valley his home was nestled away in.

The house was small, designed like a log cabin, and on the outskirts of Norway's Capital, Oslo. It had everything needed for one person, bedroom, kitchen, living room, and bathroom, which he stepped out of after unloading and skinning the deer. He needed that after running through the forestall day.

The mirror within the bathroom revealed a handsome young man. Light skin like all northern Europeans, blue eyes, and wavy chest length burning red hair. His appearance wasn't the only thing woman liked about him, they also found his name interesting. For it was a strong name, the name of the God of Thunder, Thor.

It may be a Gods name, but it wasn't uncommon in the world. Many people carried the thunder Gods name, and this red head was no different.

Thor ran his fingers against his chin. On it was patches of matching red hair patches.

Time to shave again, Thor thought as he withdrew a can of shaving cream and razor from the cabinet. After cleaning his face he marched into the kitchen and looked in the fridge.

Empty…barely any food was left, he was running low on gas, and his savings were almost gone too. Was it really nearing the end of the month already? If it was then it was time for a shopping trip. While he had caught a dear that would make a great meal, he did need other house supplies such as milk, cheese, lettuce, and other refrigerator food. However, he couldn't get those without money. Lucky for Thor, he had a way to solve that issue.

The shopping center on the edge of Oslo was a densely populated area making it hard for people to notice anything, such as a certain red haired hunter who had just arrived with bags to carry his shopping items.

Thor kept his eyes open, looking for the man who would be here waiting for him like always. Thor was grateful for having his help settling in Norway. It wasn't just beautiful, it was far from-

"Thor!"

The red head turned at the voice and smiled. Their was the old man who helped him and seem to look the same, save for the clothes. His hair and beard were long and white, while his eyes, or rather eye, was blue like his. The left eye was covered by a gold and white monocle without the chain, and a wooden can was held firmly in his right hand.

Something about this man seemed vaguely familiar to Thor, like he had seen him before meeting him but couldn't figure out where or when. Thor had tried asking who he was and was answered with, 'just a rich old man who wants to help you, kid.' but he could help by giving his name too. Maybe that would help him recognize him.

"I have what you need, as always." The one eyed man said with a grin as he handed the boy his fifth credit card. It was a daily month routine; each time the boys credit card was low on cash, the old man would supply him with a new one.

"And as always I appreciate your help, sir."

Appreciative as he was Thor couldn't fit the pieces together as to why this man, a stranger who he knew nothing about, wanted to help him. This old man's motivation couldn't be just wanting to help him. There has to be more but those were shrouded in mystery.

"You still wish to know my man." Chuckled the old man, "I understand why you do. Two years have passed since I helped you get to where you are and you know nothing about me or why I've done this all for you. The next time we talk I'll tell you. I promise."

With that the old stranger turned and vanished within the bustling crowd, leaving Thor to his thoughts. It's about time he would get the answers he seek. All he had to do was wait a month and all would be revealed.

Before such a meeting would occur, a shopping trip to resupply for next month was in order.

Thor sighed happily as he plopped himself onto the bed after taking in the last groceries. Today was a good day. He finally killed the dear he was looking for, a full tank of gas, a new card with money, and next month would final know who the old man really was.

Yes, he thought shutting his eyes to rest, everything's looking up…

It had been five minutes of shut eye before a loud bang was in the distance jolted Thor awake. What was that? Sounded like a gunshot or car engine. He strained his ears to try listening for the sound again.

A minute of silence was broke by the bang again followed by two louder ones. The first sound liked a gun while other two were explosions. That wasn't the sound hunting...it was the sound of a fight.

And seem to be getting closer by the yelling.

Thor grabbed his bow and arrows and rushed to the window, peeking outside to see if someone was out their. His eyes widened upon seeing something come flying towards his house. He dived for cover just at the thing came crashing into his living room. Wood, glass, and furniture went flying everywhere. When it was over Thorn rolled to his feet to see the damage done by whatever crashed into the house.

What a mess, he thought surveying the damage. It would take months or a year to get this fixed.

The sound of grunting and objects being tossed aside alerted Thor to what or rather who had come smashing into his house.

He saw a woman rise to her feet wearing a skintight battle suit that showed her voluptuous figure. Her short brown hair was a mess and her green eyes had a look of annoyance in them. On her back… was a pair of bat wings.

Oh no...she was a Devil and that meant-

"She went into that house!"

And that meant she wasn't alone.

And that is the first one. Might not have the best start but it will get better further on. If you enjoyed please, favorite and follow it and leave your opinion of it. Till next time!