When I woke up again, I was still on my bed, but my sheets were all tangled up and around my legs. I gingerly sat up, what kind of lunatic dream did I just have? Aliens and what not? I mentally cursed myself for my craziness.
I stretched and yawned while scratching Kendall behind the ears, 'Morning Kendall, time for breakfast?"
I shifted to get off my bed but I ended up screeching and scrambled away from getting off my bed, towards the window. There on the floor was the black-haired brother, unconscious on my floor and he had purple markings on his neck. After my initial shock, I calmed and edged closer, my dog was barking at the stranger on our floor.
I saw multiple cuts and scratches but nothing too serious except for his bruises on his neck. I decided quickly to place the man on my bed. I got off the bed, removed the covers, then used my tele-kinesis to levitate the man onto my bed. I sprang from my room looking for the first-aid tools, in the midst of my hurry, I noticed that it had already passed noon.
"Dad's gonna be back in about 3 hours, and I have a man in my bed. " I joked to no one in particular. I was trying to relieve my stress levels.
Once I had located the medical kit, I ran back upstairs, the man had hardly moved an inch. I began to tend to him. His breathing was very weak. I covered him with the covers after I removed his very tightly fitted leather shirt and put him in a plain-white shirt. After cleaning his cuts, his wounds mended themselves with extraordinary speed. It was already an hour and a half later. I then focused my attention to his neck, gently placing my hands over his neck, I closed my eyes and concentrated, an incident in my past had made me aware that I had the ability to will time; however, the duration of time was never long. I concentrated, imagining reversing all the events that had happened before now. And slowly, when I opened my eyes, a greenlight shone and illuminated my room and the person sleeping. The bruise started to lessen but not by much before my concentration and the strength of my mind stopped. At least it was now a shade of light purple and the swelling was much less obvious. I was exhausted, I tried to get up and make some food and drinks, I needed to replenish my energy, and also prepare some for the patient in my bedroom. I stumbled first but quickly my energy was building and I made some porridge for the both of us. The swelling in his neck would prevent him from eating much solid food, therefore I made the traditional porridge, I had an Asian heritage from my father's side, and he would always have chinese food. I agree too. I picked up the art of making chinese food from my grandma who passed away not so long ago.
I gathered the ingredients of rice, pork, green onions into a pot and started the fire. Sour-and-sweet lemon water always does the body good for energy. I started to prepare the water. It was already 2:30 when I finished my cooking and I headed upstairs with the food in a tray. Kendall had been following me all the time. He was very wary of our patient. I opened the door and went in, placing down the food on the bed stand. He wasn't awake yet, I had nothing better to do so I went and took his blood and dirt covered shirt to wash. It was truly dirty. The material was also very tough. There was a lot of scrubbing involved.
Soon after I finished, I went out and I heard the sound of my dad's car rumbling into the driveway.
"Sweetheart! I'm home, got some groceries." It was 3 already. My Dad stepped into the living room ladened with shopping bags.
"Dad, you're back so soon! I made some porridge, do you want some?" my dad was assaulted by Kendall as the dog crashed into him. I followed my father into his studies room where he dumped some of the snacks he'd always keep in the room.
" Did you have a good time last night dad?" I asked.
"Yeah, it was wonderful," he said absentmindedly, "hey, I was wondering for your birthday, I have some important news to give you about you? Where do you want to celebrate?"
He asked.
"I don't know dad, anything is fine." I said, my 23 rd birthday was coming up.
"It'd have to be someplace private too…" he was mumbling to himself at this point, when suddenly, the world seemed to be eerie, I felt weird, like my life was exerting itself out of me and returned not a second later.
I gasped and then fell to my knees.
Dad came running around his desk and grabbed my shoulders, "honey are you alright?"
He looked very very very concerned. Then I screamed, the arm that he held me with was turning to ash, "Daddy, what is happening to you?" the ashing did not stop, "what the.." but I didn't get to finish my sentence, "Sweety, I fear something grave is happening, no matter what happens next, know that I love you" he said with a tear in his eyes, the ashing had reached his stomach height, "I want you to look for the box that I've always kept hidden in the house, I need you to find someone called Nick Fury, he will know and take care of you while I"m not hear. You can trust him, your mother and I trust him." my dad disappeared into complete ash.
"Daddy?" I choked between sobs.
Kendall was running towards me, timidly wagging his tail and nuzzling his head at my thighs, but he was also ashing.
"No...No! NO!'' I was in hysterics by now.
They were both gone. Gone. After about a minute, I recomposed myself. I went about the room looking for a piece of paper and wrote, "NICK FURY!"
I quickly scanned the room looking for the said box my dad said and located it under his stack of books.
I then heard some banging in the room down the hall, recognizing it as my room, I ran to it and renched it open, to find the man in question trying to get off my bed. He was too weak to be one his legs now so I yelled, "What are you doing? Stay on the bed. You are not strong enough." he looked astonished by my presence.
"Why do you look so surprised, you are in my room. Of course I would be here." he then looked amused.
God, I am so sick of his smirk.
I continued to venture into the room and placed my hand on his chest, "lay back down" I commanded.
"I will not take orders from a punny midgardian." he said with distaste.
"Try me." I said as I forcefully pushed him down.
He whimpered. And I smirked.
"Now let me check you up before I leave you alone." his wounds were all healed and his neck was finally reduced to a normal sized neck. I could still tell that he was very weak because I managed to intimidate him into laying back and staying still.
He was looking at me as if I were an unknown species. I took the bowl of porridge in my hand and gently applied a bit of heat on the bowl to heat the porridge. I spooned the food into his mouth.
"Do not mock me human, I am not a toddler who cannot eat."
"Yeah yeah yeah!" I said nonchalantly while stuffing his mouth with the porridge causing him to nearly choke.
When he managed to swallow, he asked, "How am I here?"
"You mean how are you not dead?" I asked
He didn't reply.
"I honestly have no idea, " he looked at me perplexed.
I decided to free him of his confusion. "I thought I was dreaming when I saw you and a blonde-haired guy with a purple dude. No one could see me."
"I changed your position with the man already dead on the floor just in time to get you out of there, and then I held on to you as the ship exploded and I ended up waking from my dream and you were on the floor next to me."
"This is not good, this is not good." He said, "I am saved by you, Miss?"
"Herondale, just call me Denise."
"Denise." he paused, "I haven't had the pleasure of introducing myself, I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, Odinson, the rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief. "
"Wait did you make my father and Kendall disappear?" I asked him, now in high alert since he has said the words Mischief.
"What? Oh, we're too late, Thanos has achieved his plan. "
"Who is Thanos? What plan are you talking about? I want my father and Kendall back."
"Why, he is the purple headed man," he paused for effect, " and he plans to eliminate half of all the population in the galaxy." He said.
"Oh God, I need to get my father back, What should I do? What should I do?" I was starting to get out of control.
"The Avengers failed big time." said Loki gloatingly.
"What's the avengers?" I asked.
"YOu don't know?" he said, "Oh Gods! Have you been living under a rock?"
I winced and didn't reply. "They are a band of super heroes."
I calmed myself down and started to think. "I have to look for something."
"What can you do?" he asked, "you're just a mere human."
"I will do whatever it takes to get my father back." I said.
"Well, although I'm very thankful that I'm alive." he started. "I believe that I have no part in searching for your father. "
"Fine, your shirt is washed and placed in the bathroom, " I fixed him one of my stares that had my father automatically doing whatever I said, "And after you finish the food, and only after you finish the food, you will take a bath before leaving. I'll go find you some pants from my dad's drawers." And then left.
As I rummaged through my dad's room for a fresh change of clothes which was next to my room, I noticed there was a button inside my dad's underwear drawer. Being the curious person I am, I had to explore it. After I placed the clothes in my room and headed to make sure that Loki was in the bathroom, I returned and pressed the button.