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The doors then open and a voice I didn't think I'd hear again (except in my head) rings through the lobby.

"Rowena! I must speak with you!" I pale. What's Skurge doing here?! Bri puts her hands in the air, eyeing the Asgardian with wide, confused eyes.

"Rowena…" She breaths, eyes locked onto my otherworldly stalker. "Who is that?"

"Uh…" I draw a complete blank as to how to explain Skurge to my friend. Before I can think of anything, Skurge steps forward.

"It is urgent I speak with you." He mumbles with the softness and subtlety of thunder, glancing around conspiratorially. I sigh.

"Bri, listen, I gotta talk to him. I'm sorry. I'll be back." The unspoken 'I'll explain later' is clear in my expression as I go through a side door and walk over to Skurge, who directs me to as secluded a corner of the lobby as we can find. "What is it?" I ask, trying my hardest not to let my embarrassment and impatience show. Obviously, Skurge was distressed about something and wouldn't have come here without reason.

"I have made a grievous error and I-I need you to come with me to Asgard." The statement takes a few seconds to click in my brain.

"What?!" I hiss. "I can't go to Asgard!" I add, not waiting for a reply. Suddenly, I have two huge hands wrapped practically all the way around my biceps, and I am being shaken as gently as Skurge's frazzled, high-strung state will allow.

"You must!" He insists. I shake my head and Skurge, remarkably, lets go when I bring my hands up to push his away.

"I can't!" I repeat. "My whole life is here!" I protest. "I can't just drop it and go to Asgard!" Skurge's face darkens and all of a sudden my wrists are grabbed and next second, I am looking back at the concessions stand to find Bri scrambling for her phone and it takes a second to figure out that Skurge has me over his shoulder and is running away from the theater, one huge machine gun clutched in his hand. "Skurge, stop!" I scream, pounding on his back, but I'm pretty sure it hurts my hands more than it hurts him. I may as well have been a sack of potatoes, for all the attention he paid my continued protests. Suddenly, that weird, suction-like feeling engulfs me and I am pressed uncomfortably against Skurge's shoulder armor as dizzingly bright rainbow-colored lights assault my eyes. Then, I am dropped down and I pound my fists against his chest. "What the frick?!" I scream. Skurge grabs my wrists and pins them with one hand, holding my chin in the other so I have to look at him.

"I had to keep you safe, Roslyn." Is all he says. I huff, tugging my face out of his hands. Skruge then lets my wrists go and I step back, glaring at him.

"From what?!" He takes a deep breath as if to steel himself for what he was about to say, then looks me in the eye.

"Hela." The name doesn't ring any bells just yet, but there was something almost familiar about the name.

"That doesn't help!" I scream, beyond caring about restraining myself. "Who in Heaven's name is Hela?!" Skurge sits like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"The Goddess of Death." I blink, the statement flooring me.

"As in...Thor's secret older sister?" I mumble, feeling light-headed all of a sudden. Skurge nods as I wearily sink down beside him.

"Aye."

I blink. "Oh, boy." Skurge sighs.

"I could think of no other way to- -"

"You brought me into her line of sight, Skurge." I interject suddenly. "I was fine on Earth." I grumble. "You didn't need to kidnap me." He sighs.

"I acted rashly, yes, and I- -"

"Don't apologize, Skurge." I sigh listlessly. "Just send me back."

"I can't do that." I glare at him.

"Yes, you can."

"No, I cannot. Not without ensuring that you are discovered." I let out a growl of frustration, running distressed hands through my hair.

"Then why bring me here?!" I scream, rounding on him, eyes blazing.

"I panicked!" He confesses, standing.

"Send me home!" I bark.

"No!" He insists. I stomp my foot.

"Skurge, you can't keep me here! You have to let me go!" He glowers at me.

"And why is that?"

"Because!" I snap. "Because I need to get home! Everyone thinks- -I don't know what they think, but it sure as ifreann isn't good!" I scream, getting as in his face as one can when they're yelling at someone about half a head taller than you. After a stare-down I did not back down from, Skurge stomps away, fiddling with a sword, inserting it halfway into a stand-like thing in the center of the room.

"We are not through." He warns severely, then stomps off. I throw a specific finger up at his retreating back.

"Screw you, Skurge!" I scream.

"Maybe later!" He calls back, and I can't tell if it's out of childish spite or the need to have the last word, but it honestly floors me. I scream out in frustration and sink to my knees, the rage finally giving way to hopeless tears at the fact that I was all alone in a strange place with no one to show me around or tell me what anyth- -are those...what the heck?!

There is a ton of (most likely) stolen stuff here!

"Skurge, what the frick?" I grumble, finding yet another reason to hate him. And I do. I really do! He kidnapped me and- -so what if he were doing it 'to protect me'! It's still kidnapping and still 1000% wrong!

And now I find he's a thief on top of everything! Why did he have to pick me?! I then glance at the sword. It was massive, and easily half as heavy as I am, most likely. Nevertheless, I have to try. It's clear it means something important, so maybe if I fiddle with it, I can go back- -Gah! Tingling electricity surges through me and I end up crashing back into the pile of stuff, tumbling over a scooter and ending up buried by everything and I think something cut my temple. I pick myself out of the pile and finger my temple gently. Yep. I'm bleeding. Frick. Frustrated and cursing, I kick several smaller items around the room. "Skurge, you are a grade-A jerk!" I scream to the air. I then get it into my head that I should go get some straight answers out of my kidnapper for once. But, just as I get to the doorway, I find myself back in the center of the room. Trying again had the same result. I unleash a scream and let my knees hit the floor helplessly. It was useless. I was stuck here til such time as Skurge, insufferable jerk-face he is, decided to send me home or unlock the room.

And who knew how long that would be.

Before I knew it, I was crying again, curling into myself and hoping no one happened by here to see me like this. A hand on my shoulder had me scrambling up, hiccupping, and wiping my tears to find an African-American man with dreadlocks and a dazzling set of golden eyes.

"It's alright." He assures me, not moving closer, which I appreciated. "I won't hurt you." I back up a step reflexively.

"Wh-who are you?" Is all I can think to ask. He smiles gently.

"A friend. My name is Heimdall." I nod.

"The Gatekeeper in the myths?" I can't help but ask. He nods.

"The same. Now, shall we go?" I don't think of how he got in, or that the sword was on his back. All I think of is the tingling I still subtly feel all over.

"There's- -"

"It was designed to keep you in, not others out." Heimdall points out. "Will you come?" I swallow.

"Where're we going?"

"A safer place." I then slowly take his proffered hand, hoping it was the right thing to do.

"Alright. My name is Roslyn, by the way." Heimdall nods.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance."