Kenzie's POV
It all started one morning when everything went wrong. It was a normal morning for me, on the run with my partner and best friend, Tom. We had just escaped from the man who was trying to take over our planets, the Dark Lord. He was last living a man who could control the shadows. Well, he isn't a man, were alien to Earth, but we look like normal humans. In case you're wondering, I'm 15 years old girl. Height wise I'm about 5 foot 5 inches with blond hair to the middle of my back, blue-green eyes, master swordswoman and the power to control water and ice. My best friend Tom (his real name is Duane), long story how he got that nickname is 15 years and is 6'1 spiky brown hair, brown eyes, expert swordsman (I still don't think he is as good as me) and the ability to control fire and a temper to go with it. Tom and I have known each other for what seems to be forever. He found me when I was seven, on my own, and running from the Dark Lord who wanted me for the incredible strength of my powers, which far surpassed anyone else's, and which I didn't know much on how to use. He started training me, but I already knew how to use my sword far better then him, mostly from expierience. He trained me well. Now back to the story.
It started after we broke out of the cage the Dark Lord tried to keep us in. I froze the lock and Tom kicked it down. "Run!" he shouted at me as soon as the door hit the ground. I started right after him, trailing his footsteps. We rounded a few corners trying to find a way off the ship he imprisoned us on, but I was completely lost and glad that Tom was here. Our booted feet clanking on the metal floor as we ran to find a way out. "This way!" He shouted as he grabbed my hand and pulled me around the final bend. "Over there!" he pointed at the escape pod. There were at least twenty guards blocking the path to our freedom. Both Tom and I thought alike, since we've been together for a long time, he took the left while I took the right. We pulled out our swords; his gleaming five feet of black polished metal, mine a silver four feet of razor sharp vibranium alloy (it used to be a common metal on my home world before the Dark Lord blew it up and sent pieces of it flying across the universe, but that was thousands of years ago.)
As I hacked and froze all the people in my way, Tom was burning his opponents to a crisp. We were powerful Zoners. (That is what my people were called, everyone who could control an element that was from my universe.) He and I were very different yet we were close as two teens could get. But this is where everything goes wrong. Apparently the Dark Lord figured we would escape. So as the last of our opponents fell, I heard a hissing noise coming from the ceiling. I had no idea what it was, my area of expertise was the wild, while Toms was in technology and weapons. "It's gas!" Tom yelled, "Get in the pod!" I heard the pound of many footsteps and obeyed immediately. My vision started going foggy, but apparently Tom had a higher immunity to it because I saw him stay outside the escape pod and start typing in quadrants. The shadows in the room started to move towards my best friend. the Dark Lord was approaching. In a desperate act to save me he slammed his fist down on the launch button. "TOM!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, I dove to try and get out of the escape pod as it released from the ship it was attached to. The gas started taking its toll on me, and my vision started to go fuzzy. The last thing I remember is watching Tom grow smaller in the distance while the little pod I was in flew farther into space.
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I woke up groggy when I felt the floor I was laying on start shaking. In a flash I remembered the events from yesterday, the escape, Toms sacrifice, all of it. I was alone again. The emotions were almost impossible to bear, but something worse was happening right now, I was entering an atmosphere. I didn't know how to do that. A feeling of dread started filling me, I had no idea what to do. I tried to remember everything Tom had told me about his space ship. The only thing I could think of was to try and find something to break my fall. Water, I started thinking, but I knew at this speed it would be the same hitting the land. Trees, I tried, I couldn't see any large enough where my trajectory was aiming at It was somewhere by an eastern coast, on the northern half of the planet. As my little ship got closer I could see many, very tall structures, inhabited by people that looked similar to me but compared to what I was wearing (dragon hide boots, leather pants and a blue dragon hide form fitting shirt with my sword at my side) these people dressed very weird. That was my last thought before my stolen pod hit the ground and I blacked out from the impact.
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I woke up very sore and groggy shortly after impact for the second time that day. I was still sad and depressed from my best friend being the stupid, idiotic and heroic I knew he was. But when I carelessly kicked the door off the pod to get out and watched it fly a few feet then hit the ground, I immediately wished I hadn't.
There were hundreds of people dressed in black jumpsuits that all has a circular symbol that had an eagle in it and some sort of handheld weapon at their side. They had cleared the area around where my escape pod had landed and seemed to have arrived shortly after I had landed. Immediately after they saw me open the door of the pod, they all pointed their odd weapons at me.
"Drop your weapon!" Thank goodness we spoke the same language. I looked at the man who spoke and he wore what I assume to be formal wear for this planet, black pants and jacket over a white shirt with a strip of cloth around his neck which hung down his front. He had short, light brown hair and appeared to be one of the leaders. My sword was still at my side, so I wondered why he said that. I was emotionally tired and physically sore from the impact to the ground so I wasn't particularly up for a fight. I unsheathed my sword to place it on the ground, but one of the more frightened people from my sudden and dramatic appearance must have thought I was gong to attack, so they fired their weapon. It was a strange and foreign weapon, but effective. It had similar effect as to one of the people from my universe that wields electricity. But I was unprepared for the sudden attack, so it caught me by surprise and I did not see my attacker. It sent electricity ripping through my body and caused me to black out for yet a third time this eventful day.
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When, yet again I woke up sore and groggy (I was getting extremely tired of blacking and resolved never to do it again) I found myself on a firm bed in the corner of a small, purely white room. 'Huh, no windows' I thought to myself while I looked around. Then I glanced down at myself. I quickly realized my sword was missing. I bolted upright, panicked, and started looking around the room, searching for it. The sword meant almost, (but closely), as much to me as Tom did, and if I didn't have Tom, then I needed it. My sword was my main defense next to my ability to control water, and I tried not to depend as much on my water and ice.
When I didn't find it I tried the door, it didn't open. 'I should have guessed that' I thought. I knew I could kick open the door easily, but I decided to be cooperative with these people until I could find out that planet I was on and who these people were. I sat back on the bed I woke up on to wait. About twenty minuets later, someone came in. I recognized him from earlier today. He was the man who told me to un-arm myself. He stuck out his hand and instinctively I moved to dodge any attack he was starting. "Sorry, you must not be from around here. My people do this as a formal greeting." He said looking apologetic and lowering his hand. "I'm Agent Coulson, but you can call me Phil."I gave him a questioning look, and then awkwardly stuck my hand out to try and replicate what he did. "My name is Kenzie," I said. He gave a slight chuckle and grasped my hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you, Kenzie." Phil said warmly. I stared at his hand, befuddled by what he was doing; no one I have ever met had done anything peculiar as wiggling our hands up and down. Phil chuckled at my expression and asked "Have you never shook hands before?" I slowly shook my head still confused by this action. Phil chuckled again, this time with a smile in his face. I was quickly warming up to this strange man. I rounded up my courage (I'm naturally shy) and asked him "Where is my sword? I need it." Phil sighed and said, "I cant return it until S.H.I.E.L.D. determines your that not a thereat." "But I didn't attack you! I was putting down my sword then someone shot me with electricity!" I say confused and upset. "Kenzie, I believe you're not a threat, but Director Fury still needs to be convinced of that." Phil says, ever so slightly upset. "Well, then take me to him! I want my sword back." I say, exasperated. He waits just a second; the replies "Well then, follow me."
Authors note
It's my first fanfiction, so would appreciate Critique or ideas on how to make this story better. Please tell me of any errors in my story so I can fix them. Any critique or ideas would be greatly appreciated.
-Zoneperson