Hey guys! Doctor Strange has always been one of my favorite superheroes, but when his movie came out I just HAD to write a fanfic about him! So in this first chapter you won't see him, but in chapter two the main character will meet him. After that he will be in every single chapter. Cause he's awesome. And his cloak too, don't worry guys! ;)
Anyway, I REALLY hope you enjoy and please comment if you like it, or if you have any suggestions/requests. I do take requests on what characters to add to my story! So yeah, please enjoy!
Time. There really isn't a lot of it. If there was, my parents would still be alive. And my life wouldn't have taken this crazy turn. But, I guess time is actually a good thing. It gives you opportunities to be something more. And the opportunity to get revenge on the guy who murdered my family. But that's why I'm here. To warn you about this guy, if you are like me. To show you the things you could do if you have my power. This is my backstory.
It all started a month before my 17th birthday. My parents and two siblings and I were just enjoying a Saturday afternoon. Having a good time. There it is again. The word time. You see, this was the day I realized our time is limited. From the moment on that Saturday I saw that man, I instantly knew my life would change. I don't know how I knew. I just did.
Anyway, my family and I were in our back yard. My dad was busy barbecuing for lunch. My mom was stirring some lemonade. That's when I saw him. Standing outside our fence. Staring at us. Wearing some strange, dark green clothing. I was thinking Okay, that's weird. I wonder why he's doing that.
Sadly, I got my answer. Without asking for permission, he entered through our fence door and came towards my family. I walked over to my dad, not letting the man get out of my sight.
"Dad," I said. "A strange man just walked into our yard. I… I have a bad feeling about this…"
My dad gave me a confused glance, and then a look of recognition came to his face. As if he knew what was going on.
"Abigail, stay here. I.. Have to go say something to your mother real quick," my dad told me, then walked over to my mom.
As they were doing that I realized I lost track of where the man went. I looked over to my parents. They were discussing something that I couldn't quite make out, but they seemed worried. Who was this man that got them so worked up? I thought.
Then I saw the man again. Before I could warn my parents, he stood right before them. What happened next was blurry. Things happened so quickly, I couldn't remember them….
And I'm not sure if I really want to remember…
I looked back at the scene. I couldn't believe my eyes. It seemed as if… The guys was… summoning… fire or something. As if he was doing magic. But magic wasn't real….. was it?
I felt so helpless. I watched as my parents were engulfed in flames. Before I saw them perish, I'll always remember what my mom said to me.
"Abigail, go! Find the sorcerer!"
And then the words I heard the man mutter.
"There are too many sorcerers in the world."
And just like that, my parents were gone. I didn't start crying then of course. Adrenaline filled my body. I HAD to find my two younger siblings before he hurt them too. Then I heard a scream and a little boy crying, then it stopped. I knew they were also dead.
I thought the man was going to kill me too, with his strange magic, but then he did something quite unexpected. He stared at me then turned away.
"Your time will come," he said. Time. My time.
He then summoned this portal looking thing and disappeared. And that was the last I saw of him. At least for a few years…
Grief stricken, I wasn't sure what to do next. I had no other relatives. Where would I go? Then my mother's last words came back to me.
Abigail, go! Find the sorcerer!
But what did she mean by that? Did my parents know something I didn't? Was I going crazy or did I really just see some magic. And that man… he was dangerous. I really had no clue what was going on. So I did the most reasonable thing: I ran about 5 blocks away to where I thought would be safer, then I sat down and started crying. I know I was 17 and most people probably wouldn't see me as a sensitive person, but when you see your whole family being killed by some wacko- you'd be kinda heartless not to cry. And I also didn't know what to do next. I had no idea who or where this mysterious sorcerer was. I didn't even know where to find him. And I couldn't ask for help either. I mean, who would you go to, to look for some magic person. The police would think I'm crazy. Any normal citizen would laugh at me and think I was mental. So yeah- my options were very limited.
I decided that somehow, I would find that sorcerer. I would ask him for help. Surely, someone had to know who he was, and WHERE he was. With luck, he would be here in New York City. I mean, surely my mom would tell me if he was somewhere else, right?
So I began my journey. And it wasn't an easy one either. When the man had killed my siblings with that fire, he had also succeeded in burning down my house. So now things weren't looking to good for me. No family. No house. No belongings. And no clue where to start.
But if I wanted to avenge my parents, I would have to find whoever this guy was.
And just hope that he could help me.
