A/N: HEELLLOOOO! :heart: welcome to the second chapter of 'A dimension and a few thousand years away'! If you are reading this it means that you liked the first chapter and you have decided to continue reading! Thank you for that! And, thank you to all of those that actually reviewed! If you review you get an online chocolate chip cookie! Flames just bake the cookies that I give to the good little boys and girls! BTW: SPOT THE WIZARD OF OZ! (I'm doing this to lighten the mood and because it's so much fun to write!)
Warning: I'm not sure where this is going so the warning is just that "it's me…" :DDDD :heart: enjoy!
And, he woke up at the feet of someone that looked very much so like his long dead twin, Matthew. If Alfred's sudden presence shocked the man who looked like Mattie, he did not show it, he just continued tending to the slowly dying fire. Muttering something, the fire expanded two times its normal size. Alfred pushed himself backwards, away from the dangerous blaze. His eyes moved a mile a minute, trying to soak up his surroundings, so in case he had to make a run for it, he could. They were in a forest; the tall green trees made a canopy that when light shined through, an eerie green light danced around the forest bottom. Small curious eyes peaked out from between the trees, watching the two men, and short shrubs littered the bottom.
"Hello Alfred…" The Matthew look alike whispered, now looking down Al, his eyes following the American's every move. Not only did the man look exactly like his brother, he sounded just like him too. The slight Canadian accent and all of the vowels were stretched a little too far as if he was trying to take up more space, but all it did was thin out his words and make him quieter. Alfred was too stunned to speak.
"Please do not be alarmed by my current shape. I have taken to the most comforting form in your life as to not make you worry." Matthew smiled shyly, exposing the little dimple that was always hidden on the right side of his cheek. The American had thought of it cute when Matthew was alive. "Ah…" He held out a hand, which Alfred took, and helped up the highly confused man. "You probably are wondering what you are doing here, correct?"
"Y-yeah…" Was all Al could muster at the moment.
He didn't realize that he was shaking, but as soon as Matthew laid a hand on his shoulder, he stopped abruptly. "I'm sorry…you must be having a hard time adjusting to this atmosphere…"
Without waiting for an answer, the man waved his hand and a path, almost hidden by the bushes, a skinny yellow brick road showed itself, the tiles sparkling like gold. "Just follow the yellow brick road…" Matthew's voice said from behind him, startling the American, who got a sudden sense of déjà vu. It was like a bad movie or something.
"Who the hell are you?" Alfred asked, whipping around. No one was there, just the ever-burning fire. He got shivers just looking at the thing.
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His breathing got heavier and heavier, the chest felt like it weighed a million pounds, and he had a horrible cut on the back of his right hand that was beginning to swell. Alfred could really go for a good juicy burger about now. The American's stomach began to growl, and he realized that the last thing he had eaten was Ms. Helen's cookies. No matter how delicious they had been, they were still not very sustaining. Alfred collapsed, his head was swimming, and he began to crawl forward. He HAD to get to where ever this path led. Nothing else would be acceptable for a hero.
Looking up at the slowly setting sun, Alfred could have sworn he saw something IN the son, kind of like a black dot, the dot was riding something… like a horse. Alfred didn't see much more before he blacked out.
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A very kingly figure sat, draped over his throne as if he was a wet towel. Instead of a saber in his hand, there was a faucet pipe and beside the throne there was a lightning bolt. The bolt was very odd, it was 7 feet tall, its master being eleven feet in height, and it was lite up in a somewhat blue light. It sparkled and cracked with power, almost as much as his owner did. They were partners in power, neither truly owned the other but one did the bidding and one did the handling. The two of them together were a frightening sight.
The kingly man stood up, and walked up to a fire in the middle of the room that was identical to the one that Alfred saw in the forest, not paying any attention to the almost invisible man next to it. The flames slowly melted into the scene that he wanted. Alfred passed out on the ground.
"Elizaveta*!" He called out, almost lazily. A tall and intimidating woman marched in. She was dressed in full body armor that was colored a blood red. Her green eyes, half hidden by her long brown hair, sparkled with a cruel light.
"Yes, my lord?" She asked, her voice surprisingly high pitched for her mean exterior.
Pointing at the flickering image of Alfred, he smiled "You will go pick up our friend, da?"
Looking at the image, she nodded once, "Yes." Quickly, Elizaveta turned around, the armor clanking together as she walked away.
Looking at Alfred's face one last time, he waved his hand over it and it disappeared. Looking at the fluttering fire, he began to giggle. It wasn't an adorable giggle that you would hear from a child. It was a creepy and devilish giggle that you would hear coming from the mouth of a madman. Things were not looking good for Alfred.
A/N: *- She's Ares. :D
*whistles a tune* I'm not gonna say anything! :D PLEASE REVIEW! DON'T FLAME! ILU GUYS! :heart: She ya next chapter. And guys btw: I might discontinue my FF "Complications" because I'm too busy with this one. D:
