Chapter 1

In London, a young teenage girl was lying on the floor of her living room, head resting on a pillow as she watched the television. The girl, who for the sake of fanfiction we're going to call Molly, sat bored, waiting for the music videos she watched once every week to come on. She smiled in satisfaction when they finally started, but just as One Direction was about to begin, the TV screen was overcome with static.

"What the…?" Molly said, blinking, and then frowned. "Yo! Something's wrong with the telly."

There was an exasperated sigh coming from the kitchen, and Molly watched as her mother entered the living room, rubbing a dish with a rag.

"I've told you a million times, my name isn't Yo." Molly's mother said, frowning. "I'm your mother, and I don't fix televisions."

Molly just groaned like a typical teenage girl and looked at the TV with a sad expression. I'm missing the One Direction video!"

"You ought to write them a letter to thank them then." Molly's mother said with a smirk. "I've got to tell you, I might not be with it anymore, and I don't think an Irish-English boy band gets to say 'Yo'. Change the channel. Maybe the connection is up the spout again."

Molly just rolled her eyes. "Oh thanks, dude."

Molly's mother just shook her head and sighed, placing the dish and towel on the coffeetable seated in front of the couch. "I'll give Uncle Ray a call. He might know how to fix it."

Molly made a face. "It was Uncle Ray who spilled beer on the TV in the first place."

Molly's mother was about to make a retort, when the static started to fade away and an image was slowly made out on the television screen.

"What in the name of…?" Molly's mother never finished her sentence.

The two of them watched in fascination as an image of deep space appeared on the TV. There were stars and celestial bodies everywhere. Then, with a brief buzz of static, the image was replaced by a picture of an extraterrestrial cityscape. It appeared to be on a desert-like world, with skyscrapers and structures that looked taller than New York. There was another brief buzz, and Molly and her mother blinked when they saw an image of several bizarre looking creatures staring up at the sky.

"What the hell is this?" Molly said, frowning on confusion.

"Watch your language, dear." Molly's mother warned, and then looked back at the TV. "I'm not sure…"

The creatures looked humanoid in stature, but by appearance they were far from. They appeared anthropoidal and had two pairs of eyes with each eye possessing dual pupils, and three pairs of nostrils. Their heads are covered in a thick, layered carapace that gave them a distinctive, insect-like shape. The skin surrounding this carapace was a pale blue-gray color mottled with muted yellow spots. Their hands each have three fingers, and their feet each have two widely-spaced toes. They were all gathered in this strange city, looking up at something with expressions of horror.

The screen buzzed again, once again showing outer space, but this time there was something floating through it. It was a close-up, therefore the girls watching it couldn't make out any of it. It appeared metal and robotic, but that was just about as much as Molly could see.

Then screen buzzed again, showing a close-up of one of the creatures' eyes. It was welling up with tears. Then, the image of the creatures all being slaughtered by some unknown means appeared on the television, and they were all hissing and screaming in agony. Molly stepped back, her hands covering her mouth and her eyes wide with horror and shock.

Her mother made a face of disgust, and immediately grabbed the remote and tried to change the channel.

"Good god… that's horrible!" She said. "Must be that heavy metal music channel. They shouldn't show things like that in the middle of the day."

She clicked the channel button on the remote, but to her surprise, the images didn't change. In fact, they appeared to be getting worse. The creatures continued to die in ways that looked so inhuman. Molly was ready to throw up.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The screaming from the TV was blaring loudly, and Molly covered her ears.

"That's horrible!" She screamed. "They sound like babies! Mum, make it stop!"

Moly's mother looked just as horrified as her daughter, and was now pressing the remote frantically. "I can't! God, it's like the sound of babies dying!"

The image changed again, and this time, it showed an entire planet ravaged by fire and explosions. The screaming was still present.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Molly was now crying. "Mum, for God's sake turn it off!"

"I can't!" Molly's mother yelled.

Suddenly, the screaming stopped, but the images were still there, getting more and more extreme. Then, out of nowhere, a voice was heard. It sounded robotic, and was clouded by static.

"… no… no escape… they come…"

Molly and her mother stopped screaming, and listened with shock.

"… they come… and there's no escape…"

The image of alien cities being bombarded by red lights appeared, and the creatures all cowered in fear as they were slaughtered.

"… all the stars go out… they come… and once they have, all is at an end… listen… there is only death if you do not listen… there is only small life… then there is this…"

Molly nearly screamed when she saw the image that ppeared. Thousands of dead bodies piled atop each other. And monsters, who looked almost like the creatures, yet not totally. Then grabbed the bodies from the pile, and mounted them on these huge spikes. The bodies writhed as they were impaled, and then, they turned into monsters as well and joined in the process.

"… there is this horror… it could not be stopped… but now… there is hope… there was only death… but it can be stopped… it can…"

Molly grabbed the remote from her mother and tossed it at the TV screen with so much force that the screen was shattered. It sparked, and Molly's mother pulled her daughter away from it. The TV smoked and sparked for a few moments, and the two women just stared at it in shock.

Molly immediately broke down and started crying into her mother's shoulder.

"Oh god… mum that was awful…"

Moly's mother just rubbed her daughter's back gently, and stared at the TV in shock.

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All across the world, cell phones, televisions, and computer screens were filled with the same images and sounds. People watched them in horror and disgust, unable to change the images no matter how hard they tried. The overwhelming images of death and destruction brought horror to every person who was exposed to it. It was so awful, people were starting to commit suicide.

At S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Nick Fury was on call with his least favorite group of people.

"Obviously, we have to find the perpetrator and force them to cease and desist." Fury explained. "With extreme prejudice if necessary."

The World Security Council listened with intent. The British councilwoman spoke up. "Normally we would object to your methods, Director. But this is getting out of hand. The suicide rate is growing by the hour. No one knows where the broadcast is coming from. We're growing desperate."

The councilman seated in the middle spoke up. "We're into the third day of these broadcasts, and stuff is starting to happen. These images. They're getting to people. Eight times in the last twenty-four hours alone, they've broken over all TV and radio channels… and they turn up in every language on Earth. How does that even work?"

Fury put his arms on his desk, folding his hands as he faced his superiors. "I've given the orders, councilman. Whoever's broadcasting needs to be stamped on. But there are no leads. But that's just the bad news. The good news, you might find more interesting."

The Council all blinked in confusion, making Fury smirk.

"The good news is, our alien expert, Xegh Hikesh, has recognized these images. They are recordings from when his race was wiped out all those centuries ago." Fury explained.

"How is that possible?" Another councilman spoke up.

"That's what I asked." Fury said. "He said he'd look into it. He suspects it's a warning, but wouldn't go into details of what it was warning us about. But we do know that whatever it is, it's not just happening here. It's happening on other worlds as well."

"Other worlds?" The councilman said incredulously. "How are you so sure of this?"

"This broadcast is being sent out across the psychic plain. Our resident psychic, Ms. White, is currently struggling with these mental images. We got word from Asgard from Ms. Darcy Lewis. They've seen these images as well."

"So whatever is broadcasting these images…" The British councilwoman said, "it's not from Earth."

"Precisely." Fury confirmed.

"So how do we stop it?"

"We've formulated a plan." Fury explained. "The discovery of the alien life form in the Rocky Mountains introduced us to some… unusual, yet viable technology that has allowed our scientific team in Puente Antiguo to accelerated their research to appropriate heights. Ms. Jane Foster has been working on a means to transport herself to Asgard using the Prothean technology in Ms. Lewis' toy hammer. Once it's completed, we hope that we'll be able to seek out the source of this signal, and silence it."

The Council looked shocked at this. "That's a big step, Director Fury. I hope you realize the risks you'd be taking."

"I've already chosen the necessary candidates to take part in it." Fury said. "We're obviously sending in Hikesh, considering he's the only one familiar with these signals. Ms. Lewis will go as well as extra muscle. Agent Wrekk is going as an escort, make sure the project goes as planned."

"I see." The head councilor said. "If you have all the basics covered, then I guess we will leave you to it. Be careful director. Things are getting worse by the hour. Lives depend on this operation's success."

"Affirmative." Fury responded, and the council cut the connection. Fury sighed, leaning against his desk in contemplation. Standing across from him stood Xegh Hikesh, the Prothean. The Prothean had his arms folded and was looking at Fury wearily.

"You did not tell them what we thought the broadcast was really warning us about."

"They wouldn't have believed me." Fury said. "Even I think it sounds crazy."

Hikesh frowned. "So you doubt the reason behind my people's extermination?"

"Of course not." Fury said quickly. "I made the mistake of not believing you once already, Hikesh. But if the warnings are true…"

"We've gone over the plan." Hikesh said. "But is it wise bringing Darcy Lewis into this?"

"Next to you, she has more experience with otherworldly threats." Fury said. "Like it or not, you need her."

Hikesh sighed. "I won't argue with that. But what about the other Avengers?"

"They're all busy dealing with their own problems." Fury said. "Besides, you'll have Asgardian support I hope."

"I do not trust the mutants." Hikesh said, frowning. "After Sif and Loki… I am unsure what to expect."

"They can't all be as bad as they were." Fury tried to assure the Prothean.

"But still…"

"Hikesh, please." Fury said, sitting up. "People are dying out there. These images are… damaging us. We have to stop it before the human race goes insane."

Hikesh was silent for a moment, before sighing. "Very well."

Fury sighed. "Thank you. I assume you know how to get to New Mexico?"

Hikesh smirked. "I've memorized enough of this planet's terrain. I'll find a way."

Fury watched the Prothean leave, and then sighed. I hope you do, Hikesh. I hope you do…

And that's the first chapter of Thordis: The Dark World. This fic will be a rewrite of Thor: The Dark World, but with Thordis in the mix. And since this fic is connected to United They Stand, the Protheans will play a big role as well. But since the actual movie isn't out yet, you can't expect an update for a while. But you can guess that there will be a lot of noticeable changes from that of the movie.

This chapter was more like a prologue, and I realize it seemed dark. But it's just a precursor of things to come. Wish me luck, and review pleaz.