I feel like we have hit a milestone with this double digit chapter yaya. Thank you to Selenastarsparrow1230 for following and favouriting. I hope your all enjoying it, I'm sorry its taken a while I have had writers block, but hopefully I'm cured. yay new chapter xxx
USA, New Mexico, (no pov)
A shooting star flew across the large sky. Well, the original inhabitants would believe it was a star. Not the lost hammer. Like heaven falling. Beautiful and awinspiring. It streaked its white light through the sky before crashing to the desert ground. Booming as it landed, spraying earth in a three meter radius forming a vast creator, that smoked afterwards steadily.
Mijlor had landed.
Also New Mexico, (Hel pov)
Ah my head. It's throbbing like nobodies business, so painful it feels like my veins are going to burst. From the texture below me I gather I'm on the ground. Hmm, odd. I must also be outside as there is a slight chilly breeze that is making the wisps of my hair tickle my face. Curiouser and curiouser.
I cant help but groan at the strange and uncomfortable position I'm in. My right leg twisted, resting at my side and my left arm bent at the elbow and wrist between my shoulder blades.
The frustrating feeling of pins and needles starts to build in both limbs. Moaning in annoyance I half role onto my side , correcting the position of my arm and leg gently so as not to aggravate the prickly feeling. Knowing full well I would have to move eventually to sort out my circulation, but right now I was content to just lie still and gaze up at the stars. I probably look like a starfish, splayed across the ground. The ridiculous thought causes an impromptu giggle.
The stars. A de ja vous nostalgic feeling comes over me. They are so clear and beautiful. Not distorted. Sadly meaning I am not near civilisation.
Great.
Lifting my tired head slightly and looking around I confirm this. The situation getting stranger by the second. There was no one. Not a single soul. considering it was night, that is to be expected, however my surrounding feel...empty. What happened?
The ach of my limbs grew, to the point of feeling like they are going to fall off. Dejectedly I sit up, taking another look at my surrounding, and again seeing nothing of consequence. There is an acute stinging across my right cheek. Lifting my right index finger I ghost over the area.
Hissing, I pull back my hand. Looking down in the moonlight I can see a dark, sticky, warm liquid coating the pad.
Blood.
I must have quite a few (if the stinging and throbbing was any indication) all over my exposed skin. Gently I replaced my right hand to the ground. My slim fingers splay out. Feeling only sand and dust, cool to the touch. Some sand sticks to the drying blood. Well I should get started in finding my way to help. Concentrating my gaze on the ground I stand up, awkwardly like a baby dear. On inspection I am in desperate need of some clean clothes, The metal corset, once black cloth trousers and overskirt were covered in dirt. Hardly presentable. But first civilisation!
At the very same time, New Mexico Hospital (no pov)
Currently Thor was lying in a hospital bed, unconscious in a private room. After having a more than willing young nurse strip and rechange him. He lay quiet for four minutes before a doctor finally came ungracefully through the door rousing him.
"Don't worry we're just taking some blood" he spoke comfortingly, as taking blood is normal for humans. However for Asguardian culture you should only blood in battle. Needless to say Thor became enraged.
"How dare you attack me!" flailing his arms around as he was still disturbed from his encounter with Freddy the Taser. "The son of Odin" not at all caring or aware what the doctor was saying. He called for help.
Several hospital staff came to assist, two doctors and three nurses. Including Jessica, the nurse who stripped Thor. She was again, more than happy to help. But even in his mortal state they could not hold him. Even with all their weight on him he struggled. Causing one of the male nurses to go flying into the x-ray scanner. The second into the operating table, before they were all thrown off. Giving him a chance to escape. He desperately wanted to leave the strange flashy light place, smelling of lemons?
However, more and more hotel staff tackled him. This was also not long before the police joined in, and unlike Jessica, they weren't happy about it. Finally silencing him with a horse sized shot of sedative. The mighty Thor dispatch by a needle.
Thor, although he wouldn't admit it, was terrified. In less than twenty-four hours he had lost everything. His powers, home, title, honour, Mijlor. But most importantly, her. Hel. Finally their relationship had looked achievable. just in arms reach. Until it wasn't. She had not chosen him.
The chief medical team did not want to make the same mistake twice. As the giant blonde had caused many of them bruises and destroying a lot of expensive medical equipment. Deciding this time he would be restrained. In a private room at the back of the hospital.
Jessica again, was more than happy.
(Hel pov)
I have been walking for hours. From the position of the sun I would have guessed the time was late morning. Meaning it was extremely hot. Especially in the black cloths I was wearing. Thankfully I had the sense to discard the thick skirt, metal courset and coat. Leaving me only in the lighter black shirt and leather fitted trouser. They were still however extremely hot. Becoming dehydrated and having no water was also a problem. But it would be a while before she died from the exposure.
Most of the landscape hadn't changed. Only the coarse yellow grass was any indication of life. Sadly there were no trees. No, nothing to judge where, or how far I had come or gone. I am on my last legs, and there was no shade in sight.
Protecting my eyes fro the harsh light, I focused my gaze on the ground just before my feet. There was no point in looking up. Nothing but endless yellow hills. My black knee high boots move through the brush, until they come to stand in in a large patch of clear dust. Shocked I look up in anticipation, and there laid before me is a stretch of dusty track. Grinning manically at the path I have stumbled upon.
After what feels like a life time I stop walking, taking in the pleasure of at least knowing one way this track will lead somewhere.
With my new found vigour I begin to stride forward. A sense of achievement lifting my spirit. My mind stays one tracked, tunnel vision. Until a great chundeling roar rouses me. What on vallah. Rising up from over the mound in front of me comes a great red box. Stopping still I stare, eyes wide, blinking occasionally perplexed. What and odd thing? Travelling at an alarming rate it speeds forward. It also seems to be moving down the track. Coming towards me.
What do I do.
Will it stop.
Should I move.
Thankfully the decision is made for me. It moves out off the track to halt on my left. A section of the box sinks down revealing A older, scruffy man with a white facial hair. "Are you all right young lady?" his voice was gruff, but comforting after waking p alone in a desert.
"Umm I'm not certain, I seem to be a little lost... is there any chance you could point me in the direction of the nearest settlement?" I inquired politely, and rather shyly. He is the first soul I have seen, and he also knows the way. I try to gain the scruff mans sympathy, which wont be hard considering I probably look incredibly pathetic.
"Your not from around here, are you?" he took a longer look at me, as if I was the last puzzle piece that did not fit in the hole. "You English?" My confused look answered it.
He muttered to himself, not realising I can hear, "first that meteor thing, now a clueless model in the middle of the desert, what in the heck is goin on". I have no idea what he was talking about so I just let it slide. I am just as confused as him.
Shrugging at me he continued talking to me. "If you want to reach the town your headin in completely the wrong direction miss, hop in I give you a lift, I was headin home myself" he smiled softly trying not to startle me, which I return in appreciation.
Shuffling around to the other side of his box I climb in after opening the clasp. Slamming the door shut I settle back in the worn seat. Happy to be off my feet. It smells unpleasantly of musk, but has the redeeming quality of being cooler then under the sun. Looking to myside I smile in thanks at him again. Reassuring him I am okay.
Out of a compartment in front of me he pulls out a clear container holding water almost to the top. He hands it to me, "go on now you must be parched" without further goading from the man I chug it all down. To thirsty to care for appearances.
While I do this he presses a button in the middle. I cant help but jump slightly when music begins to play. Like a music box. It is extraordinary and nothing I have ever heard before. I nod my head. Chuckling when he sees this the man says,
"so you like ABBA" he grins " that's good, it means you have taste, my friends say it's not manly, but whoever cares about that. Listen to this one it's called 'money, money, money'" pressing another button to change the music before he starts up his box. Rumbling we continue on our way, singing this... ABBA.
I am sorry it has taken so long, I promise I will try to do better. It also a bit shorter than usual, sorry xxx. Hope you enjoyed Mouseyxxx