Road To Earth MacFarlane
Bang! Bang!
The pistol barked twice and twin bullets penetrated the skull of the teen girl kneeling on the blood soaked ground. The young woman who was once known as, Khepri, fell to the ground, her tortured mind and body finally at peace. The older woman wearing a fedora, standing over the corpse few only knew as Contessa, sighed at the end of the threat to the world.
"Door to nowhere," she called out to the air in front of her. A glowing rip in the fabric of reality shimmered into existence.
Following her shard's steps, Contessa picked up the girl's body, and flung it into the limbo that would be awaiting it. Watching the portal close, for a brief moment, Contessa wondered if she should feel regret for this action, tossing the body of humanity's "champion" into the void like a broken toy. But the moment passed, Contessa remained emotionless as she walked into a different portal, there was work to do. The rebuilding of Earth Bet, had just begun.
There are many religions that believe that when one dies, that their soul is reborn into a new body on the planet they were born on. With dimensional travel, that belief gets finiki. As such, the body, soul and it's passenger, of a young brown haired woman drifted for many years through the void, between dimensions. Till one millennium, a deity, we'll call him ROB, came across this curious sight and closely examined the tortured soul before it.
Taking pity on the lesser being, the deity willed a gateway to a new world to open and lightly kicked the being's soul and mind, into a new place. It's self-appointed task done, the deity wished it a peaceful life, before promptly forgetting about the being it had come across and drifted further into the void, thoughts of giant chickens on it's mind.
Memories… It had been so long since it last had any thoughts that were it's own, so much to remember, but so much had been forgotten, lost to the void. It had a name at one point, parents, family, friends, adventures, tragedy much of that was metaphorical swiss cheese in it's mind. But the things it could remember… it could remember power. The intoxicating sense of absolute control over everything on the planet. In its mind, it could perceive many plans and inventions for technology so far advanced it may well be magic.
Tempering this though, was the image of a tall glasses wearing man and a smiling brown haired woman, dancing and singing together along with the television in the corner, which was playing an old Bob Hope movie. Of curling up safely in the side of a friendly mastiff. Of trading barbed insults with a boy while playing violent video games. Of being told she's a smart cookie by a blonde girl with a knowing smirk. Of a young man named Brian with a friendly smile just for her.
Her? Oh… she was female. Maybe. It was quite peculiar. Then the images passed and once more the sights of a battlefield filled it's vision, memories of being the master of the world curled around its essence. A man and woman danced and sang. The spiral continued.
Time passed. Thoughts were becoming more clear as vague sensations made themselves known. At one point, it recalled the feeling of battle once more, of squeezing the trigger, of targets being eliminated as it reached for it's goal where it was every man for himself, only for despair to set in as a trap was sprung.
It was the beginning of an imprisonment that would last for almost a year.
As time passed, its prison slowly began to shrink, even as its awareness of its surroundings grew.
On day one hundred and seventy, a pink diary with name of Me* on the cover, found it's way inside the prison. The imprisoned soul, quickly tore threw the book, tearing out and tossing away what was already written, before beginning to chronicle its circumstance in how it came to be there. The next day, it began to write about all the changes that had been happening to its body, including the growth of an eleventh finger below its belly.
As months of solitude passed, it began to go insane, to keep it at bay, it began to make plans for the total world domination beginning with northern europe. It's prison cell growing smaller and smaller until one day at last, it was sure that it would soon be dead, then a miracle. Their was a light at the end of a tunnel, escape was in its grasp, but moments away, it was ambushed by a man in white.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Griffon. It's a boy," the Doctor's voice trailed off, puzzled. "Oh. Wait a minute. I don't think we're through here."
"Oh my God," asked the tired and surprised red haired woman, "is it twins?"
"No it's… it's a map of Europe?"
The new born child in the arms of the woman, gave her an evil look. The color of red hair angered it for reasons it could not explain, but this woman dared to call herself it's mother! The babies heart turned cold with rage, at the audacity of this woman for taking it from it's true Mother. The one from it's waking dreams, the one called Annette.
She will die, by his hand! She will burn! She will…
"Hey there, my little Stewie," said the woman, hugging her newborn son to her chest, "welcome to the family."
…. She will , get hers later, maybe a gun barrel in a tuna fish sandwich? Right now Stewie was feeling very safe in her arms, as he fell to sleep...