Chapter 1: Starry Night
Taking in the crisp air slightly burned my lungs. It was too cool for my liking tonight, perhaps it would be warmer tomorrow, after all the sky was clear and the stars were bright.
I really needed to cut down on my studying hours,
"You don't wanna be a hermit for the rest of your life, do ya"? my mind said, that made me smile.
Maybe I already was. Walking back from the campus library at 2am was pretty damning evidence.
Stopping to clear the condensation of my glasses with my jacket sleeve, I glanced back at the brown, blurry building, that was home to the geeks and the nerds, my friend I guess, I could almost make out a black silhouette leaning close to the only lit window, placing my glasses on, I could now tell it was just Jack, who was watching me leave, I gave a slight wave, turning before he could return it.
I was only meant to be in the library till 6 but Jack had practically threw my work out the window when he came rushing in for help, panicking about his design course work, he had looked at me with his big brown eyes and funny sticky up hair. I couldn't really say no.
Well, when can I say no, to anyone?
Never mind, I haven't really got any classes tomorrow anyway…. Are those beer cans up ahead? I noticed several different types, all clustered together.
"Sigh" this uni was meant to be fourth in the country and yet you find drunken assholes and crushed up cans everywhere and sex fuelled parties every night.
I shrugged my rucksack more on my shoulders for better support, in doing so a chunk full of blonde hair fell over my eyes causing me to stop again to shrug it out the way.
I felt a bad sense of self-pity in the pit of my stomach, how can my life be so boring? I tried going to those parties but I kept bumming people out with my awkward conversations, so what's it like being top of the class?, Seriously your dating that guy?, So your nan's got a ginger cat…what's that like?
Life was so much more exciting a year ago, well not exciting as such, but more adrenaline packed fear shoved into each day for about six months. I shivered slightly and shock my head as I thought about…him.
The butcher of New York, the Death Weaver, the God of Evil and Destruction, the guy who pretty much made the world wet itself. The last one made me laugh slightly but that didn't stop me from walking at a faster pace and keeping in the light of the street lamps, as paranoia started to settle in because of the fear that he might be in the shadows watching me, GOD DAMMIT, Katie, the Avengers sorted him out, GET A GRIP.
I blew out hot air to warm my lips slightly, the cold night air was starting to numb them and my face. To keep my mind off the fact that I was probably going to get loads of spots on my face tomorrow (like there isn't enough), from the cold, I thought about the Avengers.
They always brought a smile to my face, what with Captain America's old fashion good looks that brought old grannies to their knees, Tony's extravagant spending (he bought underpants made from threaded gold last week, apparently) and Thor's intergalactic knowledge of space and time that would've had the Doctor fuming from embarrassment.
I stopped and looked at the pavement for a bit before meeting the stars, they were shining bright and full, hmm, I wonder if Loki is in…Asgard right now, being punished for what he done.
Wait… what's that? Oh, ohh, it's just a falling star, the star's golden trail was quite beautiful and dazzling, staring at the star I noticed how bigger it was getting, which is weird, because usually they disappear after a second, it couldn't be a… meteorite, OH GOD, it was and it was heading straight for here. It had somehow made the impossible u-turn in a matter of seconds and was now heading straight for the campus, straight for me.
HOW is that possible?
I can't outrun it.
I can't outrun it.
Wait, it was slightly dipping… yes, it was, and it's now on course for the Rugby field.
Boy, those Neanderthals aren't going to be happy about that.
That sudden thought made me burst out laughing.
The meteorite was moments away from hitting the ground, I quickly dived for the nearest lamp post and I held on for dear life as I braced for impact.
It was more of a large thud sound than a bang,
I almost relaxed before the actual quaking of the ground started. When it did it made the ground not feel solid, I could barely hold on to the post, my breathing came hot and fast as fear that the post might actually fall over and hit me, that caused the sickness in the pit of my stomach to toss and turn and caused the back of my throat to burn,
It felt like having a blindfold on, whilst being in a bouncy castle and whilst someone was shaking it and trying to push you side to side.
And that's when the only thing keeping me from truly, being, horribly sick went away.
That's when the street lights went off.