Ch2: How am I not dead?
Author's Note: This OC (and me, to a MUCH lesser extent) view Murphy as being a sort of all-seeing, all-hearing deity responsible for any and all bad luck or lack thereof.(Me sarcastically, my OC very seriously.)
"Hello? hello? Are you okay?" A familiar, childish voice asked.
In response, I groaned, rolling over. Only to end up face-first on the floor.
"Ow." I say, tired of pain in general.
"Omygoshyourealiveareyoualright?" The voice asked. 'Great, a hyper child.' I think, reaching up to find something to pull myself up.
Quickly I find a nightstand and pull myself up, eventually ending up sitting on the side of the bed that i just fell off of.
'Something doesn't feel right. And that's not just the blood loss talking.' I think, something feels strange.
"What happened?" I ask, rubbing my forehead with my palm, still not looking at the person I'm talking to.
"I could ask you the same thing." Another, deeper, male voice asked.
"What happened to my stuff?" I ask, the Colt quickly having become the single most important thing ever… of all time.
"On the nightstand." The man answered, as i look to the nightstand just next to me.
I pick up the Colt, reaching down to my pants for a magazine, only to find the lower leg (of the pants) gone. And a scar, a pretty big one. 'Wait, what happened here?' I think; I would have expected, you know, bandages, a bleeding gash in my leg, something like that.
"Magazines. Where. Give." I manage to say, still processing.
"Why would you need to carry a loaded weapon at this time? You just got up." The man said, as I pocketed my other possessions.
"Maybe because I just woke up in some random freaking forest, and then proceeded to get mauled by some Murphy Forsaken wolf-thing. In all reality, that 'weapon' is the only reliable friend I have at this point."
"No loaded weapons in the house, family rule pal. We learned that the hard way, didn't we, Ruby." The man said, emphasizing.
'Ruby. Name. I remember that. Where?'
"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry dad?" The girl, Ruby apparently, asked her father in that voice a kid uses when they've been told something before.
"Can we get back to what happened to me? Believe it or not, I'm royally confused." I said, my thoughts finally coming together, sort of.
"Are you alright, you sound kind of weird." The little girl asked.
"What do you… When did I get a German accent?"I ask myself, finally noticing the fact that I am speaking with a slight accent.
"Huh?" The girl asks, confused.
I look up at her, only to instantly have my eyes drawn to the mirror next to her. I look at myself, into my eyes. My yellow eyes.
"The hell?"
(Author's Note: If any of you can guess where I am going appearance-wise, you will be awarded bragging rights.)