AN: Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I welcome you to a tale, a work of fiction from a humble fan, taking a property that has gained millions of enthralled eyes and ears with every new addition to this massive story. That's right, you guessed it—I'm writing a story about the world of the Muppets… Just kidding, we're taking a crack at the MCU. I know what you're about to say, but what will you do to the Marvel Cinematic Universe? The answer is quite simple: I'm going to rebuild everything. In the great words of Miguel O'Hara, I'm going to "disrupt the canon." I hope you're all in for a wild ride filled with twists and turns because this is gonna be a bumpy journey.
Also, if you're enjoying the story, please leave a review. You have no idea how motivating it is to see that people like the work I'm doing. If you have mean things to say, on the other hand, well, first of all, I'm just going to ignore that. Secondly, if you're that passionate about dogging on my work, why not turn that focus toward something productive, like advancing civilization?
I wanted to structure this story into arcs. Whether that remains the final plan or not, I have no idea. All I know is you'll have a big overarching narrative, with each arc having a semi-contained story.
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I don't own any Ideas in this work of FanFiction that are not my own, they all belong to the beautiful minds that made them. I'm just borrowing them for now…
Chapter 1 - New World, Familiar Faces
I love stories. It's been a passion of mine since I could pick up a book or watch a cartoon on TV. From stories with creatures that stomped around the city of Tokyo, bringing mayhem and destruction, to a kid with the powers of a god, I was hooked. Genre after genre, I dove into any world that piqued my interest. My shelves at home were stacked with books, movies, games, and TV shows—these vices being my only escape from a reality that seemed gray and colorless, or at least it seemed that way. I don't know how it happened, but everything I knew was about to change.
I felt cold, which was odd, being in the middle of July. Opening my eyes, I was greeted by blurred images. The surroundings were completely obscured by the haze my mind attempted to overcome. My other senses were thrown off as well, with the sound of ringing being the only thing that registered, and numbness spreading over my skin. Shaking off the fog, I started to get a glimpse of what had happened. As the image solidified, I remembered exactly where I was, or at least what was left of it. Around me, seats and metal were warped and twisted, small flames jumping about the cabin. Long windows on the side of the car—now smashed—let the warm night breeze blow through the cabin.
"Aw, crap. Why did I have to take a train this time?" I whispered, my eyes now as wide as saucers.
The swaying of the car alerted me to an even bigger problem. Glancing out the window, I was greeted by a cliffside—a long drop to rock and stone far below. I was currently seated in a dangling train car, above a gorge, with my life hanging in the balance. No big deal. Attempting to move, I gasped in pain. Looking down, I noticed a large growing blotch of red staining my hoodie, along with a sharp piece of metal sticking out of me.
"That's… definitely not good," I hissed.
Before I could continue, the train car lurched downward, gravity finally seeming to rear its ugly head. My body screamed in pain as I was slammed into the back of my seat. Luggage and debris fell around me as the back of the train car dropped away, plummeting to the ravine below.
"Yup. Not good!" I yelled, looking back at the open free fall below me.
I have to get out of here, right now. Think, Elias. Time to put all those parkour videos with Jeremy to the test. Looking around, I noticed many of the remaining seats could allow me to make my way up to the steadier car. Well, it's "nut up or shut up" time, Elias. Pushing my body, I stood as fast as possible, sweat dripping from my brow. Using every ounce of strength and tons of adrenaline, I began climbing. Man, Alice would be so upset I'm pulling an Uncharted right now. The thought earned a pained chuckle as I climbed further toward the front of the dangling car. As I got closer to my exit, I swear I heard soft whimpering.
"Mommy," a voice whimpered.
"No way," I muttered, climbing up faster than I had before.
Pulling myself up, I saw a small girl, no older than five. Her face was covered in dirt and cuts, most likely from debris, and her exposed skin was bruised. Crap. Looking up at the exit, which was now only two rows away, I frowned before returning my gaze to the child. Every aspect of my survival instinct was telling me to keep going—that I was going to die if I didn't get to safety soon. It would be so easy…
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible.
The little girl slowly opened her eyes, tears streaking down her cheeks as her expression showed terror and shock at my appearance. Putting on my most friendly smile, I waved at her. Confusion instantly joined the many emotions in her expression. Pulling myself up a little more, I could now see more of the young girl's situation—a large gash on her leg was now visible.
"My name is Elias, what's yours?" I whispered, extending my hand to shake hers. Slowly, the girl clasped my hand, shaking it softly before allowing her posture to relax slightly.
"I'm…Julia," she answered.
"Do you need help getting out of here?" Her head nodded slightly at my question. "Well then, let's not hang around here too much longer."
Very carefully, I had Julia's arms wrapped around my neck, and her legs crossed on my stomach as I carried her like a makeshift backpack. My muscles were all screaming in protest at the extra weight, and the wound felt like molten fire. Gritting my teeth, I climbed further, all while telling Julia that I wasn't worried at all since I climbed jungle gyms all the time. When I climbed through the door at the front of the car, it was the first time I could breathe slightly better, hauling both Julia and myself onto the flat exterior of the train.
"Look at that. I told you I was a jungle gym climbing professional," I joked, pain coming through my laugh.
Scanning our surroundings, the first thing I noticed was that the train car we were attached to was barely hanging onto the latch of the stable car. The bridge we had been traveling over was destroyed, no doubt by some form of explosion, which prompted the question of what had actually happened. I had been knocked out pretty early into the event, no thanks to some unsecured luggage.
"Are we safe now?" Julia's small voice snapped me back to reality. Her expression still showed nervousness.
"Yeah let's just-" I attempted to say before being driven into the ground.
Pain exploded in my abdomen as the metal piece pierced completely through my body. Blood pooling in my mouth as I spit the crimson liquid on the metal of the train car. Julia's scream being the only thing I could focus on as I fought to remain conscious. The coupling for the train groaning and snapping under the dead weight of the hanging car. No this couldn't be where this ends, we can't die like this!
At that moment, time seemed to slow down. The coupling was on the verge of snapping completely off, pain shooting through my body, death looming over me, and all I could do was stare. A small, scared little face, eyes filled with so much fear and a future so bright, was holding my hand as she cried, tears flowing down her face. I paused; everything was frozen. Then, before I even realized what I had done, Julia was flying through the air toward the stable train car. The door, which had already been slightly ajar, now burst open. That was the last I saw of Julia. Not even a second later, the coupling snapped as gravity finally won.
I didn't want to die. That was the last thought I had as I began free-falling to my doom. The wind rushed past me, luggage and metal flying through the air as I rode the train car down into the ravine. My heart was filled with terror, rocks and boulders getting closer with every millisecond. But for some reason, I had a smile on my face. Julia's safety made me realize maybe there was a purpose for me after all. My eyes closed as I accepted my fate.
"That won't do." The words reverberated through my skull, causing me to gasp as my eyes shot open. "Such an act of heroism deserves a reward, wouldn't you say?" a feminine voice asked.
"I agree… let's put him with the others… make it new… make it interesting," a tired voice responded.
It was then that I noticed everything had stopped—time was no longer moving. The train car I had been riding was in the process of colliding with the ground, and now it looked like some very detailed 3-D rendered model. I tried to move, but I could only move my head. The rest of my body felt as though I were restrained by steel bars, rooted in place. What the hell is going on?
"He seems confused… should we answer?" The tired question caused me to freeze. Did it just read my mind?
"Yes. You would be correct, mortal. We can ascertain your thoughts," the feminine voice answered.
"W-what are you?" The words barely stumbled out of my mouth. "What do you want?"
"We are… the Between," the tired voice answered. "What we want… is change… excitement. You have been chosen… to give this… to us."
"My companion is right. Our kind can bleed through the cracks of reality, looking into other worlds, other stories. We bend our essence to extend beyond the boundaries of time. We can bestow great power and new beginnings to any being we see fit," the feminine voice continued. "And we have chosen you, Elias."
"Wait—" I attempted to speak, but an invisible force shut my mouth.
"We bestow upon you the power of fiction! A gift as limitless as your imagination. Now go, change destiny!" The feminine voice continued, ignoring my plea. "To a new reality."
I suddenly felt a sinking feeling. Looking down, I tried not to panic as a rift opened below, sucking my body in like quicksand. Straining, I attempted to move, but it was futile, as the powers controlling me kept me in place while I sank into the black void of the abyss. My senses left me as everything finally went numb, and I was greeted by darkness. Or at least, I thought it would be dark. Instead, what I saw was jaw-dropping. Light branched out from a singular stream, like branches on a tree, some offshoots coming back to reconnect with the bigger stream. Cosmic dust and light surrounded me as I floated in this colorful plane of existence.
Taking in the view, I barely noticed a new rift moving toward me. Knowing what to expect, I braced myself as I started floating through it. Like before, everything in my body started going numb as I fell through the void's split. Darkness greeted me for a split second, before pain flashed in my abdomen once again as I began falling faster. Exiting the void, I was blinded by bright light for a brief moment, only to completely ignore that in favor of my body colliding with hard glass. My stomach exploded in agony as the piece of metal that had been sticking out slid violently back into my body upon connecting with the surface below me.
"You're not authorizing random humans falling out of rifts in space, are you?" A cocky voice spoke, one that sounded weirdly familiar.
Blinking away the fog, I started to make out the place I had landed. The first thing that caught my attention was the metal wall and the control room, where workers were all staring in my direction. A huge pane of glass stretched over the area, allowing for a view of what looked like a display screen of clouds. Weird, those uniforms look familiar. Continuing to scan the room, my gaze fell onto a pair of doors with a large, oddly detailed S.H.I.E.L.D. logo in the center. That's odd. Sitting up, I groaned, pain shooting through my whole body. That's when the weirdest thing happened: I could've sworn I saw the faces of seven incredibly famous actors and actresses. What was even more weird was that they all seemed to be in costume for their Avengers roles.
"The Between really needs to learn where to warp a guy. Is this cosplay for Make-A-Wish or something?" I asked, my question going unanswered as I smirked at the crowd now staring at me. But before I could comment further, the void gate I had come through spat out a large book, which just so happened to smack me in the face. "Shit!"
"Who the hell are you?" The man who oddly looked identical to "the" Samuel L. Jackson yelled.
Pulling the book off my face as I scrambled off the table, I hissed in pain. Finally, I started getting a good look at the scene before me. This was an almost one-to-one recreation of The Avengers Helicarrier set. Of course, the set had to be complemented by the familiar faces that inhabited the scene: Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, and Thor. I almost wanted to look around for the cameras and boom mics, but for some reason, I knew I wasn't going to find anything. Backing up, I moved slowly away. Most of them seemed to be readying themselves for action. That's when the book that had smacked me in the face and had been lying motionless on the table sprang up, floating in mid-air and capturing everyone's attention.
Spinning through the air, I finally got a good look at my paper assaulter. The book looked old, probably hundreds of years old, judging by the tears and scratches on the brown leather cover. Its covers opened as parchment pages flipped, going cover to cover, with light emanating from the book. The old spine seemed to be covered in polished stone, probably the sturdiest part of the book. The strangest thing about this book was that, as the pages flipped, nothing was written inside.
"The fuck?" I questioned, staring at the book.
"Can you turn your book off?" Robert—er, Tony—said, looking toward me in annoyance.
"That's not my book," I stated.
I guess fate didn't take kindly to my statement. Once again, the book moved toward me, almost seeming to teleport with the speed it displayed. Though instead of hitting me in the face like it had before, the book floated before me, the pages flipping and stopping at the first page. Then, like magic, the light emitted from the book focused, forming an object—the outline of a pen. The pen then started writing, a floating ink-like substance emerging from the light as it wrote out a message for all to see.
Elias Wright, you have been chosen. You have shown brave spirit and selflessness in the face of death, choosing your own demise over that of another. For this tenacity and rare act of bravery, we, the In-Between, have granted you a boon on this new journey we have tasked you with. This book is known as Liber Fictionis, or Fiction, for what is created in the book can become reality. Though be cautious, for though this power may seem limitless, it does come with a cost. We await your choices.
The message seemed to float in the air long enough for everyone to read it before snapping shut. The pen made of light disappeared, seeming to flow back into the book, which now just resembled a normal old leather-bound book. Staring at the book, then back at the astonished faces and puzzled expressions of most of the Avengers, I could only let out a nervous chuckle.
"Romanoff, take that book and lock him up in one of the holding cells until we have a minute to address… whatever that was. We have bigger problems at the moment," Nick Fury said, staring at me with a blank look on his face. I wouldn't say I was surprised—dude was the model for super spies.
"Hold." Thor's deep voice surprised most of the occupants. "This Elias Wright is injured. Should you not treat his injuries? It looks like he can barely stand, let alone engage in a fight."
"Thor is right. The text did say he was given that power due to a decision of sacrifice. I doubt he's planning anything at the moment, especially with how confused he looks," Steve spoke, making his way over to Fury.
"Cap's right. The librarian looks like he'll fall over with a slight breeze. I doubt he has any strength to throw a punch, let alone make a grand escape," Tony stated, a smirk on his face. Most likely from the twitch my face displayed at the librarian nickname.
Fury stood there for a second, looking between what was his secret project—one that would become one of the greatest superhero teams—and myself. An annoyed sigh escaped his lips before he turned his gaze toward Bruce. "Anything you would like to add, Doctor Banner?"
"Umm... no…" Bruce replied, probably wanting to avoid the spotlight as much as possible.
"Romanoff, get him treated. Then keep an eye on him while Stark and Doctor Banner work on locating that signature," Fury said, his eyes falling back on me. "Try anything, and I won't feel any remorse when I personally throw you off this ship." Natasha, standing, moved over toward me.
"Yeah, no funny business. Got it." I nodded, only to let out a hiss of pain as Natasha threw my arm over her shoulder, allowing me to lean on her in case my injury caused me to collapse. "Thanks for the help."
"It's orders. Don't think too much into it." She replied quickly, starting to lead me away from the control room toward what I assumed was the medical wing.
"Thankfully, the shrapnel missed any vital areas. All we had to do was stitch you up and pump some new blood into you," Doctor Flores told me. "Not the worst thing I've seen working for S.H.I.E.L.D."
Doctor Flores, the S.H.I.E.L.D. doctor I was assigned to, seemed either super desensitized or beyond tired. He looked like your basic pretty-boy doctor: blonde, swept-back hair, dark eyes, symmetrical jawline. Honestly, how are people that handsome? Shaking the thought away, I returned my attention to the other occupant of the room. I noticed Natasha still leaning against the wall she had claimed as her own since arriving in the medical wing. Honestly, it was a little off-putting, having one of the best assassins in the MCU stare at you like a cat watching a mouse.
"Well, Mr. Wright, looks like you just need some rest," Doctor Flores continued, seemingly ignoring the emotionless stare Natasha was leveling at me. "I'll stop by later to check on you. Natasha, if you'd let the director know..."
"Sure, doctor," Natasha replied, not moving at all.
This was awkward. I tried looking all over the plain examination room, my eyes trying to land anywhere besides Natasha. I knew Fury had asked her to watch me, but come on. She was acting like I was going to destroy everything with a flinch of my wrist. Not that I could blame her. I mean, I certainly wouldn't trust a guy hurled out of a random warp gate into your boss's control room. Plus, this was the Black Widow. I could understand her trust issues, especially given her history.
"So… I'm guessing this whole organization is secret government agency stuff?" I asked, tapping my fingers as I continued looking around.
"I'm not at liberty to discuss that with you," Natasha replied.
Yeah I figured.
"Alrighty. Cool." I sighed, though my eyes finally fell onto Fiction.
The mysterious book that The Between had sent me to give me near-limitless power. Not that I understood how a book called Fiction would have the potential to bestow that kind of power. I mean, there were plenty of things that existed in this universe that could grant unimaginable power, but the book technically wasn't from this universe.
"Got any cards?" Natasha gave me a flat look. "Hey, if I'm going to be sitting under watch for a while, I might as well play solitaire."
Contemplating the statement, Natasha seemingly relented on my punishment of boredom. She tapped her ear, talking softly—most likely speaking through some sort of earpiece.
"How about a game of war?" Natasha's question caught me slightly off guard.
"Umm…" I looked around, making sure nothing was warped or twisted. "You just gave me the cold shoulder thirty seconds ago. Now you want to play a card game with me?"
The only answer I received was Natasha shrugging her shoulders and giving a barely noticeable coy smirk.
"I figure we can make a trade. Information for information?" she asked, just as another S.H.I.E.L.D. agent walked in, handing Natasha a deck of cards.
So Fury wants to play it like that. I smirked, gesturing to the medical table at my side. Send the information-gathering master to play an information game with a drugged-up guy. Classic.
"I'll play along, only if you shuffle the deck. I'm crap at mixing up cards." I chuckled, earning a more noticeable grin from the cold spy.
I watched in wonder as Natasha shuffled the cards expertly. It was flawless, like watching a Vegas dealer who'd worked the major casinos for years. No movement was wasted, and you could barely keep track of the cards sometimes. Then, without realizing it, two halves of the deck were split between us. I couldn't help but look between the deck and Natasha, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"What?" Natasha raised an eyebrow.
She knows damn well what. I mentally argued. "That was a bit show-offy. Ever thought about dealing tables in Vegas?"
"Who's to say I haven't?" she replied, smooth as could be.
"Touche, super spy." I laughed, drawing my first card. "Eight of clubs." Natasha threw down a three of diamonds.
"Guess I get to start us off." I collected the cards. "So… I heard the doctor call you Natasha. Is that your real name?"
Of course, I knew the answer to that question, but seeing as I was stranded on a parallel world that happened to be the MCU, I first needed to find some allies who might help me get home. The only way to earn trust would be little by little, especially with a suspicious person like Natasha Romanoff. Though helping with whatever major threat the Avengers seemed to be gathered for would probably help. I guess step one: don't get killed by S.H.I.E.L.D., the Avengers, or any other powerful being in this universe. Step two: find out if Doctor Strange is around yet. Step three: try to convince him to help me get back to my reality. Step four: find my family and tell them I'm alright.
"Yes, that's correct." Natasha confirmed. "Nine." My card was a seven.
"Are you human?" I figured she would want to dig this information out of me.
"Yes, at least I still think so…" I started patting myself down in case anything had physically changed with my appearance.
Looking toward a nearby mirror, I finally got a glimpse of myself. I looked a little worse for wear—my clothes, which now sported oil stains and scorch marks, had been torn slightly in some areas. My skin, which was slightly pale, seemed to have regained much of its tan color. My face was covered in dirt and oil marks, and my brown eyes were still the color of stained oak. My hair, which had been blonde, now almost looked grey. I guess it's true what they say about stress turning you grey. There's definitely nothing more stressful than near-death.
"…I look like shit." Natasha seemed to pause, empathy crossing her features.
"I've had pretty rough days too. You'll get through it." Maybe she was just saying that to get me back to giving information, but deep down, it helped.
We continued like this for around twenty minutes. I would win a few, Natasha would win more. I explained how I arrived sprawled out on the Helicarrier meeting table, talking to these mysterious beings known as The Between, even saving the little girl. Though I did leave out that, technically, I was from another universe. I'm sure Natasha just believes I was warped to their location after the incident. I knew Natasha wouldn't give serious information away, so I kept my questions simple and easy to answer. Mainly, I found out that I had shown up in the middle of a threat, so things were more tense than normal. And judging by how young everyone looked, I had to be in the middle of the team's first gathering. Great, I'm in the middle of power-hungry Loki's invasion of Earth.
"Well, it looks like we've come to the last duel," I stated, one card remaining in each stack. "Shall we see who gets the final question?" I flipped over my card, revealing a King of Spades, while Natasha flipped over a Queen of Diamonds.
"Close duel." I breathed out a sigh of relief, Natasha giving me a small smile. "My last question is… will you let me go if I'm not deemed a threat, Natasha?"
Before she could comment, Natasha once again focused on her comms, her expression steely as she nodded at the information received on the other end. I knew this was where things would escalate. The Helicarrier invasion was drawing near. Confirming with her comms, Natasha collected the cards before stacking them neatly back on the table.
"I believe you don't pose a threat, Elias," Natasha smirked before leaving the room—most likely to interrogate Loki.
I couldn't help but let out a sigh I hadn't known I was holding. It seemed like I had made progress, at least with showing Natasha that I meant no harm. In all honesty, I just wanted to get back home. I had a lot I needed to make up for. Maybe after all this mess, I can try talking to the Ancient One, though Stephen might be more agreeable to my situation.
Shaking my thoughts away, I turned my attention to Fiction. The book was lying motionless on a counter farthest from me. I needed to look at that book closely—hopefully, it holds a clue.
Like magic, Fiction began floating. The book glided over to my position on the medical bed, placing itself right in my arms. If my eyes could have gotten any wider, they probably would have been the size of dinner plates.
"Okay… umm, thanks, Fiction," I spoke, unsure if the book could read my mind.
The book seemed to glow golden for a brief second; the warmth emanating from it almost felt like approval, if you could call it that. I guess that answers my question about whether Fiction can read my thoughts.
"Let's see what you're all about, Fiction," I breathed, nervously opening the book.
Inside the first page was a simple ownership page. The text read:
FICTION
Owner:
ELIAS
WRIGHT
Two areas were available for whoever owned the book to write their name in it, which so happened to have my name inscribed. The page to the right held what I was truly curious about. The top of the page was marked as "Rules." Below it read the following:
Welcome.
You are now the proud owner of Fiction, a book of unparalleled potential.
Your power will only be as strong as your imagination.
Rule #1: What is drawn will become real.
Rule #2: You must give a description of what is drawn.
Rule #3: The stronger the item, the bigger the price.
Rule #4: You cannot create more pages.
Rule #5: When the book dies, you die.
"You're kidding, right?" I looked at the words, my hand shaking as I reread the rules. "If this is true…" I trailed off, looking around for a pen.
Fiction, once again reading my thoughts, glowed and produced the same pen of golden light from earlier. Looking between the book and the pen, I hesitantly reached forward. When I grasped the pen, it was surprisingly dense, even though it seemed to be made of bands of light. I mumbled a quick thank you before bringing the pen down toward the paper. As I scribbled in the book, I couldn't help but be astonished. My hand glided effortlessly over the parchment. I had never been the best artist, but it almost felt like a guiding hand was helping me sketch the vision I had conjured in my head.
"Is this you helping me, Fiction?" I asked, receiving a blinking glow as confirmation. "Well, you're full of surprises."
Once I was done, I glanced down at my work: a greater health potion, similar to those in D , with the description slightly altered so that it would repair injuries and restore stamina. Then, immediately after putting the last period on the description, Fiction burst with light. Oddly, I was barely bothered by it. Floating in the air just above Fiction's pages was a circular glass bottle filled with red liquid.
Taking the glass, I studied it, weighing it in my hands, even sloshing the contents inside. Just then, I noticed a small amount of smoke coming from the back pages of Fiction. Turning to the back, I found the last page of Fiction charred and burned, the parchment now unusable.
"So, that's what the rules meant by 'price.' The bigger and stronger the item, the less material I have to create more with Fiction," I said, my fingers running over the charred paper. "I hope that doesn't hurt Fiction."
I received a reassuring glow, which did calm my nerves slightly. Thankfully, I could return my attention to the healing potion. Taking a deep breath, I unsealed the cap and downed some of the liquid. The taste was almost like cherry medicine from drug stores. Grimacing slightly at the taste, I immediately started feeling the effects. No longer was I tired or weak—I actually felt stronger. Pulling up my torn shirt, I noticed the stitches had been replaced with an aged scar. Well, look at that.
Pulling the needles and tape from my body, I hopped out of bed, my muscles flexing as if I had just finished a good workout. I noticed I also felt denser than before. It wasn't like I had put on muscle, but it felt like I could definitely take a few hits before getting the wind knocked out of me. Alright, I need to find a way to New York City. Once I'm there, I can hopefully get in contact with the Ancient One and figure out a way home.
Just as I was about to take a step, the whole room jostled. My body was thrown to the ground, and I groaned in discomfort. Alarms suddenly started blaring, causing me to look up in worry. I knew what was happening—Loki was breaking out.
"God, can't anything just go normal today?" I muttered as more shaking followed. "I need to get off this ship before I accidentally get blown up."
But before I could move, my mind jumped to the last thing Natasha had said to me: "I believe you don't pose a threat, Elias." I hadn't noticed it then, but now that I thought back to it, I could have sworn I saw a sliver of understanding in Natasha's eyes before she left. Clenching my fist, I pushed myself to my feet, determination flowing through me.
"I can't leave. I have to help," I stated, grabbing Fiction. "Time to go save the world, Fiction."
AN:
Well, well, well. That's the first Chapter of A Work Of Fiction. I look forward to hearing those reactions. I'm hoping I can update the story as frequently as possible, though with how busy work is and all the other projects I have in life, you just don't know. I don't want to make you all wait more than a month, that's for sure. Going forward Chapters might be a little shorter, just because everything just seemed to flow for this first one I never felt like I didn't have a plan for how Elias was going to step up. I can't wait to hear your theories for Fiction as well as The Between, trust me there is going to be much more revealed with them down the road. As for shipping or couples for this story, I don't know what I want to do with that quite yet. Anyways, I'll see all you nerdy boys and girls in the next installment. Until then!