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A/N: Alright, after one follower and favorite - thank you fangirloftheshire for following, please review as I'd love to hear your insight. I figured I should probably update. Please leave reviews if you like it in any way, because I am getting a little discouraged. Please?

Loki was fuming sat down in Tony Stark's living room, purposefully ignoring the irritated looks thrown his way. He knew that they had all witnessed his little encounter with the mortal in the hallway, and knew they all had expected him to lash out, ready to defend her little life if need be. He snickered inwardly, wondering just how they would have reacted if he had actually given into impulse, but then he knew he would be back where he started; and that would be no good. After all, he had been allowed out of the Tower to 'help' the Midgardians... no need to muck that up before he could be 'reformed' and allowed to do as he wished. Yet, he vaguely wondered if he'd see the girl again, perhaps without the Avengers to protect her...

As everyone sat down, he did a headcount. Stark was there, a glass of whiskey to keep him company; Banner had come, but only as he held onto a young blonde's hand, whose blue eyes were watching Loki with interest as she spoke in a soothing voice to the Hulk's smaller personality. The Captain had also attended, his gaze continually flickering to the door where Loki knew a woman was, then back to him. It was obvious to him that the Captain was worried about her being in such close proximity to the god of mischief. He had to smile, it was endearing to watch.

He also noticed a certain couple of assassins missing. He couldn't be surprised, knowing that the Hawk and Widow were likely to wish to avoid him after what had happened. Understandably so, but still, it would have been interesting to see the two of them sending their most threatening glares his way – it wasn't as if they could hurt him. He touched his jaw gingerly, the place where the girl had slapped him was throbbing gently; perhaps they would be able to harm him. Either that or she was strong for her size.

"Well, Reindeer Games, now that we're all assembled, perhaps you can enlighten us to what Purple and Deadly can do?" Stark was the first to speak, sipping on his drink, his arc reactor no longer glowing underneath his shirt.

"'Purple and Deadly'?" Thor asked from Loki's right, causing him to chuckle at his 'brother's confusion.

"You know, Point Break. The Mad Greek... or whatever his name is." Tony replied.

Loki interjected, "Mad Titan." he said, "Though how do you know what he looks like?"

Tony shrugged, "I had Jarvis do a little research on your legends... speaking of, I never knew you were such a perverted bastard!"

"Beg your pardon?" Loki asked indignantly, he was unaware of any legends which were attributed to his sexual life.

"Seriously dude, you don't know?" Tony whistled lowly, "How drunk were you? I knew you were crazy, but that's an entirely new kind."

"What does he refer to brother?" Thor asked.

Loki shook his head, he wasn't sure how this conversation had gotten to such a topic. "If I understood half of Stark's comments, I'm afraid that would not be a good sign." he said.

Tony's eyebrow raised, "You don't have any mini-Loki's running around causing mayhem then? Well, they aren't exactly 'mini-Loki's... more like... some weird Asgardian/strange things." he replied.

"I most certainly do not! It would be improper in Asgard to have children that were not by marriage; and over the last few years I have been a little preoccupied to consider such a thing." Loki replied.

"Do you mean to tell me that the legends of Sleepnear... or whatever, are not true?"

"Sleipnir" Loki corrected, "Was a horse who my magic altered physically – it was an accident, as I was trying something which I had never done before."

Tony pretended to wipe sweat off his brow, "Whew, that's a relief. I was beginning to wonder just how kinky of a bastard you were." he said, "How about that wolf, Fen-"

"Tony!" Bruce suddenly shouted, a green tinge beginning to seep into his brown eyes. "Can we please get back topic?"

"Bruce, there's no reason to let him get the best of you." the blonde beside him murmured, holding his hand a little tighter, her other hand stroking his hair lovingly. "He's just being Tony, you can't expect his mind to work like it should. Its got a short in it."

"That hurts, it really does, Greenwich." Tony retorted, "Perhaps I should fire you for that statement."

"Even if you did, I'd be around you all the time." the woman replied evenly, ignoring her given nickname. "But Bruce has a point, we should get back to topic and then you can grill Loki on his sexual preferences later." Bruce turned toward her, breathing deeply as she began whispering in his ear.

Loki looked at the woman in a bit of awe; it seemed she had the ability to tame the beast which Loki knew was very capable of destroying anything. His gaze unwittingly went toward where he had been smashed into the floor by the Doctor's alter ego, wincing as he remembered the pain. He had to give her credit, she was brave to take on that.

"Bruce and Justine are right." the Captain said, "We should return to topic. Loki?"

Justine. Loki chuckled, it fit her well. "What is it you wish to know?" he asked.

"Everything." the Captain replied, "His fighting style. His mind, and way of thinking. What his motive is, etc."

Loki chuckled, looking over at a hopeful Thor. "Well, we're going to be here a while."

Lizzie always loved interacting with Emma's son, oftentimes her mind drifting to what it would be like if she had a kid of her own. His blue eyes were on everything, his little voice constantly asking questions as his blond hair fell messily in the way little boys do. His cheery attitude caused her to forget her earlier irritation with Mr. Tall-Dark-Handsome-and-Dangerous, making her just as cheerful as her little friend as she got him ice-cream.

It wasn't until they were in the shadow of Stark Tower that she remembered her earlier surliness, dragging her feet as she reached the elevator – she wasn't looking forward to returning to the scene of the crime, that was for sure. For a moment, she wondered what her seanmháthair would say to her. No doubt it would be along the lines of: 'What? I didn't raise a coward, did I? Stop stalling and do what you need to do!' ah, how she loved the woman.

"What's wrong Lizzie?" Andrew asked as they ascended the elevator shaft. He was quite insightful for his age, she had always known that, but she wasn't sure what had given her away this time.

"What makes you think something's wrong, Andy?" she asked, knowing that she was lying – and knowing he thought so too as he just looked at her. He was right, she was way too easy to read. Her foot was tapping a fast rhythm on the elevator floor, her nails caught between her teeth in her all-too-irritating habit which she had yet to break. To add to that, she kept sighing, her brown eyes darting to the numbers as they continued to ascend. 33...34...35...36...37... it was torturous. She mapped out how it was going to go down in her head; quickly figuring out that it wouldn't take long this time to find Emma, drop Andrew and her things, find the elevator, and return to her floor. Five minutes, tops.

"Mommy says that people shouldn't lie... are you lying to me Lizzie?" Andrew asked, his little brain coming up with a sentence that Lizzie couldn't understand how he knew the meaning of his words.

"No... I'm just a little anxious." Lizzie replied.

"What's anksions?" Andy asked.

"Uh..." saved by the bell, the elevator doors opened, "Ask your mom." with that, Lizzie all-but ran to the room where Emma had been.

"Mommy!" little Andrew shouted when he spotted his mom, running in her direction.

Emma got up from her place on the sofa, catching him mid-air as he had literally thrown himself at her. "Hey kiddo, how was your day?"

Lizzie placed the bag of Emma's things on the floor as the boy began spouting off what he had done with his grandmother, concluding his ice-cream which Lizzie had gotten him. "I hope you don't mind, I thought he might like it as we took a little walk through the park."

"Nah, no problem." Emma replied, walking toward Lizzie, "Anxious to get out or something?" she asked as Lizzie had once more began tapping her foot.

The assistant looked toward the hallway, "I'm just... not too keen on meeting someone I met in Mr. Starks hallway earlier today." she said warily.

Emma nodded, looking down at her son, "You met the guest."

"How is he even here? Isn't he supposed to be in some jail somewhere up in the stars or something?" Lizzie asked, "Not down here strolling around Mr. Stark's apartment, glaring at guests as if he wanted to eat them whole."

"I doubt he could eat you whole, Lizzie. You're just overreacting." Emma replied.

"I'm not overreacting when it comes to the fact that the bastard tried to take over New York." Lizzie insisted, "How is he walking around without – at least – handcuffs?"

"Because he's a guest."

"How is he a guest? The guy is Hitler personified and godified." Lizzie retorted, "He deserves cyanide or something. Electric shock. Not Tony Stark's penthouse suite."

Emma shook her head, "Oh, Lizzie, you don't understand. I would tell you, except that I don't think Tony, or anyone else for that matter, would appreciate it. But I'll tell you this: he's an ally... for now."

"Ally?" Lizzie repeated, "Is that like when we took Nazi Germany's scientists and set them up here under the Odessa File?"

"Well, they did come up with good things. They put us on the moon." Emma reasoned.

"They killed several million Jews too. Just like Mr. Black-Narcissus destroyed half of Manhattan."

"Lizzie, some people deserve a second chance."

"Not him."

"You're taking this too personally." Emma replied, "You lost some people in the attack-"

"Let us not forget several months in the hospital." Lizzie added.

"And so you are taking his presence a little more seriously than you should." Emma finished.

Lizzie's brow arched, "Are you serious? Or are you just trying to convince yourself so that you don't wind up asking your super-soldier to just off the guy?"

Emma sighed, "Just try to understand, and in the meantime don't tell anyone." she said.

"Don't tell anyone?" Lizzie's voice betrayed her shock, "How am I supposed to keep something like that a secret?"

"You keep plenty of secrets, you can keep one more." Emma replied as the sounds of shouting came through an adjacent door.

Lizzie stared at the door, half of her wondering what was going on, and the other half wishing that someone would 'accidentally' snap the bastard in green's neck. "I'll be quiet." she finally said, "But don't expect me to like it."

Emma smiled at her, "Thanks kiddo. I don't just so that you know, but you're too good of an assistant to lose."

"I suppose that's a nice thing to hear?" Lizzie asked.

"It is."

The voices died down again, followed by a crash. "I better get out of here before it turns deadly." Lizzie said as she headed for the door.

"Yep, that would be good. I sincerely doubt that Mr. Stark would be happy to see you up here again so soon – not to mention you don't want to run into Loki."

Lizzie scoffed, "I still can't believe that bastard has a name."

"Lizzie." Emma's voice lowered.

"Sorry boss, I'll get going." Lizzie replied as another crash was heard.

Wasting no time, she got into the elevator and went down... hoping she wouldn't have to keep her mouth shut for long.

'I spoke too soon.' Loki thought as he gingerly touched his jaw once more, watching Clint Barton be held back by Rogers and Thor; Agent Romanoff and Tony Stark standing by Justine just in case Dr. Banner lost control and she needed to get the woman out of the way. The archer was giving the strongmen a bit of a struggle as he used his smaller size against them, trying his hardest to head in Loki's direction. A bit of satisfaction thrumming through Hawkeye as he had been able to land one solid clock in the jaw before he'd been dragged off.

They had all been taken by surprise when the pair of assassins strode in while Loki was mid-sentence. A few tense minutes passed as Clint in narrowed his gaze upon the god of mischief, Natasha trying talk some logic into him before he simply walked up to Loki and hit him with everything he could. The table which had been smashed when Clint had managed to get the Captain off balance, now lay at Loki's feet in splinters. Yet, he had been instructed to just stay out of the way – as he would only make matters worse.

Banner's eyes were beginning to tinge green despite Justine's efforts, and Black Widow took her arm to gently lead her away from what might happen. Tony started talking to him, doing his best to calm him down from where he stood. Another crash could be heard as Thor had thrown Clint into one of the walls, quickly locking his arms in a tense grip.

"Clint! C'mon, think!" Steve finally managed to say as Thor helped to keep the Hawk still. Clint's blue eyes did not move from Loki's green, every ounce of hatred shining through them. "This isn't helping anyone, least of all you." Steve said.

"What is he doing here?" Clint replied, speaking for the first time since entering the room. "He should be locked up tight where he can't hurt anyone else on earth. Why is he here?" he repeated.

It was Thor who answered, "Midgard is under a threat, Loki knows more about our foe than anyone else."

Clint eyed Loki for a moment, the wheels in his head obviously turning as he tried to think through the red haze. "Does he have the scepter?"

"The Glowstick of Destiny is currently in SHIELD's hands." Tony supplied from Bruce's side, "Locked up somewhere where he couldn't get to it if he tried, its location known only to a few."

"Including you, no doubt." Justine quipped quickly.

"Not that it would do him any good." Thor added, "Loki's powers were stripped of him by the Allfather as part of his sentencing. He is no different than any other Asgardian,no magic."

Loki scoffed, he could probably still use the scepter if he wished – but considering he knew that Thanos wanted his head on a silver platter, and might try to use it to capture his mind for his own torturous devices; he didn't want to handle it. After all, he had been a failure in the Mad Titan's mind. His death would be something the that he was looking forward to.

Clint seemed to relax with that statement, and with a nod Steve and Thor let him go; still close by in case he was simply tricking them. Everyone let out a sigh of relief and began to right themselves to be back in their original positions, Loki nicely sandwiched between Thor and Steve as they were the only two people who wouldn't lash out physically. Steve because he wanted to simply end this conversation peacefully, with everyone's cards on the table; and Thor because... he was Thor.

"Now," Stark finally said, "Glad we got that out of our systems. Anyone else want to take a swing at Loki?" he looked around the room, but they all shook their heads. "No? Good, then all I suggest is that you keep at least a five foot distance from any of the non-hero females in the building, they're the most likely to smack you at this point." Loki rolled her eyes at the mention of the mortal's women, but kept his mouth shut. Tony cleared his throat, "Right, you were talking about just how dangerous this Mad Titan dude is. What he's capable of."

"The Chitauri invasion which I brought about would be nothing in comparison." Loki said, "The Mad Titan has many more at his disposal, and he won't be ordering everyone about by proxy. In fact-"

"Hold up." Tony interrupted, earning an irritated glance from Loki. "Proxy?"

"When Loki was trying to take over earth, he was somewhat under the influence of the Tesseract." Thor answered, "The scepter being the communicator between him and the Mad Titan's second-in-command."

Loki glared hard at his brother, not wishing to admit that he was the one who was being commanded. After all, he was the one who should be obeyed... not he to anyone else.

"So Voldemort here was under the Imperius Curse?" Stark asked in shock.

"I don't understand that reference." Thor said, looking over to Steve who just shook his head.

Justine was the one who informed the two of what it was, explaining how Voldemort was the main villian in a series of books. "But the Imperius Curse would be more like what Clint went through, Tony. Complete mental takeover." she added as a caveat.

"So Legolas got zapped by Voldie's Imperius, but Voldie wasn't really himself? Is that what I'm getting?" Tony asked Thor.

"No." Loki answered, completely understanding the reference. "I was in control of what I did. I just was given..."

"Orders?" Tony offered.

"Suggestions." Loki corrected.

Stark scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. "Orders. So you were Saruman huh?"

"I know that one!" Steve said excitedly, "Emma showed me that movie."

"Good for Atticus." Tony cheered as well, "So now you understand the Legolas bit with Clint here?"

Steve nodded, "I can see the reference."

"Do I look like a pointy-eared, long-haired, soft-spoken dude to you?" Clint muttered quietly, but Steve's enhanced hearing picked it up.

"No, but to call you Legolas is a compliment. At least Emma says so." Steve replied.

"Can we get back to topic?" Loki asked finally, "I'm telling you the seriousness of the situation, and you're pretending that I'm discussing a normal day. Can you take anything seriously, Stark?"

Tony smirked, "Its a very serious issue here, but if we all went too serious, we'd wind up like you. So..." Loki narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering just why it was he had agreed to come here and deal with these... lesser-thans. "You were saying? Before we got all caught up on you being under the Imperius Curse, but yet not."

Loki fought the urge to roll his eyes, settling instead on Thanos. "As I was saying: the Mad Titan is planning on using Midgard as a springboard to get to Asgard. If he has to rip a hole in space and time to land his ships, he will do so. Nothing will stop him, and definitely not a little atmospheric pressure, or a few well placed explosive arrows."

"And if he does that?" Justine piped in, "What then?"
"He'll kill everyone in his path." Loki replied, somewhat happy that one person was actually listening to him. "I wanted to rule humankind, make them my subjects. But the Mad Titan has no desire for such a thing."

"What does he want?" Natasha asked.

"Ultimate power over the nine realms. Humankind would not be simply subjects, as he does not care for them in any form." Loki replied.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning... complete annihilation of the human race."

"What's got your knickers in a twist?" Bella's voice broke through Lizzie's hazy cloud of irritation.

"Nothing much." Lizzie replied tersely, "Just an irritating guy at work."

Bella chuckled, "Since when are they not irritating?" she asked rhetorically, "Hey, can you tell seanmháthair I won't be home for dinner tonight?"
Lizzie looked at her sister in confusion. "Why? What are you doing?"

"Well, I have a date." Bella replied, "I forgot about it until he sent me a little note attached to a bouquet of flowers telling me he was looking forward to it."

"Wow, I wish guys would let me know that they were looking forward to seeing me. My dates mostly just pick me up, drop me off, and we have a boring time in between." Lizzie replied.

"Maybe that's because you only dated the nerdy dudes, whose first love was Star Trek." Bella suggested, but Lizzie shook her head. "Or maybe its because there's an underlying understanding that you have no intention of continuing the relationship."

"Whatever do you mean by that?" Lizzie asked, pulling out her phone to distract herself from her sister.

"Quite simple. You and relationships have never gone well... and I think its because you're afraid of loving somebody." Bella said as they walked out to the curb.

Lizzie laughed, "Is that so? Maybe its because I simply have never met a man who can match me? Most of them are – as you said – their first love is Star Trek, or something similar. Whatever it was, it wasn't me." she said, waving down a cab.

"Frankly, I think you have unrealistic expectations of men. There's not a man alive who can live up to the image of your perfect man. Maybe mankind isn't enough for you? You want a guy who's a mixture of Adonis and Socrates, and one of those was a god." Bella retorted. The brunette froze at her wording, quickly thinking on how she had just met a 'god'... not that she would ever consider him as such.

The cab pulled to the curb. "Well, I refuse to lower my standards." she called as she opened the door.

"And if Mr. perfect-for-you doesn't exist?" Bella asked.

"Oh, he does. Maybe just not in this city." Lizzie replied, "I'll tell seanmháthair about your date. What time do you think you'll get back, so I can tell her not to wait up?"

Bella shrugged, "I have no idea. No later than twelve I think."

Lizzie raised her eyebrows but said nothing. "Hey lady! You gonna get in or what?" the cabbie shouted.

"See you later." Bella said as Lizzie got in, giving the driver the address. All the way home, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Bella was right.

Maybe she was being unrealistic.

Heimdall watched the interactions between Loki and the Avengers very carefully. It seemed that Asgard's fallen prince was handling himself well, considering he knew that Loki despised the mortals. Odin came up from behind him, looking in the direction of the bridge.

"How are they holding up?" the king asked. Heimdall shrugged.

"As good as can be supposed." the gatekeeper replied, "They are more accepting of this arrangement than we originally suspected. Only the archer has tried to attack Loki, but he has calmed considerably. The others are listening to him, and they are preparing for what might happen. Though, earlier he was forced to contain his temper."

"Oh? What happened?" Odin asked.

"Several things, but the first began when he was slapped by a mortal girl named Elizabeth. She is one of the Man of Iron's workers, who chanced Loki in the hall." Heimdall answered. "Had not the Avengers intervened, I know not what might have occurred."

"Then he is doing well." Odin muttered, "And the Mad Titan? What of him?"

Heimdall shifted his sight, focusing on the edge of the realms. "He is gathering his army. He is not ready to attack yet, but there is no doubt it will be soon." he sighed, "He has a spy, although he is cloaked to me, who is telling him of how Midgard is faring after Loki's attack. He is also garnering allies from some of the other realms... already Muspelheim has joined him."

"Is it possible that this fight will be Ragnarök?" Odin asked, looking at his gatekeeper in concern.

The other man shook his head. "Possible, yes. But to bring that about, it will include all of the nine realms."

A dark cloud passed over Odin's brow. "It is possible that to win this war, it will have to include them all." he said, "And even a few which have been lost to history."

"You speak of Aghartha? The Inner Realm? They have not been in communication for some time, Your Majesty. They have been blocked from my gaze for a thousand years." Heimdall said.

Odin nodded, "So they have. But perhaps this will bring them back into our fold as allies."

"If you think so." Heimdall replied as Odin walked away. He turned his gaze back to the Asgardian princes, watching as Thor and Loki settled in their rooms for the night. Yet the watchman would not sleep... for there was too much which would need to be seen.

Lizzie stood on her balcony, looking out on what she wished were the stars. After all, New York was not known for its star observation points. She missed Ireland slightly, remembering when she and Bella used to play the game of 'name the stars'. It had always been something which she loved, and now it was impossible to do. There were no stars in New York.

"Elizabeth?" seanmháthair called walking out to the balcony, "What are you doing out here?"

"Trying to adjust my eyes to the haze – then perhaps I might see something." she joked. "After all, now we know there is more than just us out there."

Kathleen smiled warmly, pulling Lizzie closer to herself for a hug. "Aye, so there is. Not that your ancestors didn't already know that." Lizzie snickered, "D'you miss Ireland, is that it?"

"I do, from a certain point of view. But we never really lived there... just kinda visited." Lizzie replied, "Seanmháthair, did mother like Ireland?"

Kathleen chuckled, "Your mother?" she repeated merrily, "Nah. She was more fond of Wales, and her homeland. She said that your father's accent often drove her to the brink of insanity."

Lizzie sighed, "I don't remember her much, you know. I'm worried I'll forget her entirely." she said, "Have you found those photographs yet?"

"Ack, girl you keep pestering me. When I find them, I'll let you know." Kathleen replied, "After all, most of your mothers things were burned up in that fire."

"I wonder what she'd think of us now." Lizzie said, looking up at the sky. "If she's up there watching, looking down in either approval or disapproval. Did she laugh when I slapped-" she stopped short, not wanting to put her seanmháthair in any kind of danger. She knew that no one was supposed to find out that Loki was back, but she didn't like hiding anything from Kathleen.

"I don't know, darling. Its possible in any case. Though, who'd you slap?" Kathleen asked.

"Nobody interesting. Just some guy that had the nerve to bump into me and then smirk haughtily I was momentarily shocked." she bit her lip, knowing that wasn't the best lie she had ever come up with.

Kathleen didn't think so either as she gave her granddaughter a rather harsh look. "Is that how I raised you? To slap a man who just managed to bump into you."

"Its a little more complicated than that. I would tell you, but I can't – on threat that I will be fired from my job."

"It wouldn't be Mr. Stark would it?" Kathleen asked with a raised eyebrow.

Lizzie laughed, "No, I wouldn't slap him in any case." she answered, "Its complicated seanmháthair."

Kathleen nodded, pulling Lizzie back inside. "Well, you should get to bed. Its getting late, and I don't want you sleeping in while the rest of the world is awake."

"Its Saturday."

"That doesn't mean that you should be lazy... now go." Kathleen shooed Lizzie upstairs, sitting down herself to wait up for Isabella to return.

Lizzie herself took a while to get to sleep, wondering just what was going on that would have the Avengers sworn enemy in the same building as themselves without killing him.

Something was obviously afoot... but she fell asleep before she could truly contemplate what.

She ran. Trying to escape the devastation which was being wreaked everywhere she looked. The giant hole in the sky was still allowing the strange lizard-like creatures to land on the city, firing their strange weapons at any person they saw. It was like something out of a sci-fi film, and Lizzie was just waiting for someone to wake her up and tell her it was a dream... but it wasn't a dream. It was real.

"Bella!" she called through the streets surrounding Stark Tower, looking for the familiar head of blond to come bounding out of a corner. But she didn't see her. Bella was no where to be found. She looked up just as a letter of Stark Tower came crashing to earth, screaming as she narrowly avoided it. It was worse than the Twin Towers, it was worse than anything she had ever seen or experienced. What made it worse, was that she didn't know what to do.

"Elizabeth!" she heard her voice be called from somewhere behind her, and turning around she could see Colin, her co-worker who flirted with her every chance he got. "Come on, lets get out of here!" he shouted over the sounds of a space-vehicle flying over their heads.

"But what about Bella?" she said back, running down the street despite herself.

"She's fine, Michael got her out. C'mon!" she looked down, wishing that just for once she would have work her Mary Janes instead of the heels which she sported. If any day was bad to wear heels, it was today.

The sounds of the fight got closer, and she could see cars flying as a guy in a red cape swung a hammer into them, smashing the invading aliens. She could see a guy dressed in stars and stripes next to him, hitting them with his shield, the object ricocheting back to him after it hit several of the aliens. She ducked as a blast of blue stuff – energy perhaps? – flew right past her head.

"Stay behind me." Colin ordered, taking her hand to lead her out of the devastation. Looking up, she saw a man with a strange golden helmet fly past on one of the flying contraptions, his green cape fluttering behind him as he flew past them. Inwardly, she knew that he was responsible for it all, and hoped that the Avengers would get him. He deserved it.

A creature jumped in front of them, firing his weapon in their direction. Colin ducked, blocking her as best he could, but the edge of it hit him in the shoulder, sending him sprawling on the ground. It took aim at her, but went flying as another car headed toward the creature and threw it away from where it was.

Lizzie reached down, trying to get Colin up, completely numb to the fact that his blood was going all over her white shirt. He groaned as he got up, limping slightly as they continued on. The sound of something cracking above them caught Colin's attention first. "LIZZIE!" he shouted as he flung her to the ground a few feet away, looking back she watched as one of the creatures aimed at Colin again, this time hitting him in the chest. His eyes were the last thing she saw of him before he was blown backwards with a hole in his chest.

She screamed as she suddenly found herself being thrown backwards by a rumbling explosion, her world going black as she felt pain spread through her back. Then she knew nothing.

She woke up in a cold sweat, her breathing hard and ragged as she looked at her clock. The numbers glared 2:24 am in red numbers, informing her she still had several hours of sleep. Laying back down, she tried to think of something else, praying she wouldn't wind back up in the nightmares.

Alright,I hope that I kept everyone in character. If I didn't, please let me know so I can remedy it. I am open to criticism, as long as its constructive. Please help me out here by at least leaving a review... its beginning to worry me that no one is responding.