《Thrown into Marvel (Loki Fan Fic)》To be discovered
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You know how people have out of body experiences?
Well, that is just my luck for having one. What once had been forest is now gone; what is covering the planet is sheets of snow. The cool temperatures once making a comfy planet had turned into freezing temperatures diving down to a level not an animal can survive. However this all does not affect several space craft's resembling the one Polly had been taken way except they are much larger and wide to be called buildings. They are connected like a spider web to different building sections sat across an eroded valley concealing a split in half passenger ship missing one side. Lights poke out of the rounded oval windows.
Many areas of the planet are taken over in snow, icicles, and cold temperatures.
What remain of the city are towers and houses have been taken over becoming caves to what life had survived. The same goes for other ravaged cities that remains on the planet. Beach areas are now covered in many feet of snow resembling various waves eerily reminding any average action movie fans of deserts. Knowing Lewis, he would have dug and dug insisting there is a pyramid with a secret portal called Stargate SG1 capable of projecting people to any planet at any given time. Lewis is quite the fan of Science Fiction movies—that involve a bit of action—so it wouldn't be surprising if a situation like this came around and Lewis acted exactly how I put it. The waves of snow seem full of mystery, eerie, and the tingling feeling of being frozen alive.
There are some parts of SpakMokey that still retain their ground level and areas where the spider like Metagross buildings connect to one another exist. It is all the same from top to bottom except for tire tracks, dug up sites with tents being blown, and recently placed buildings. This view comes to an end for me where I feel still and able to move. Able to move for the first time in what feels like centuries. I blink adjusting my eyes to the scenery. However I am not feeling the weather or snowflakes landing on me.
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I stand beside a gigantic ice cube with a hunched over Xenomorph that has an 'E' carved into the right shoulder. Wait a second, I thought, that is me inside the ice cube! The idea of my banishment ending sooner or later sounded pretty fantastic. That is it ending when I am not in a cube of ice. I look over away from the ice cube towards the distance to see two figures coming out of the lingering snow-like fog blocking view of anything in the miles. I hear the sound of boots crunching in the heavy snow.
Two men in big coats to the ice cube with their hands in big large comfy-cozy gloves.
"2164," The short man said. There is a name tag on his coat reading 'Bob NewHert'. "Never thought this year would be the year we discovered the last Xenomorph."
150 years since being banished as a Xenomorph.
"It is a miracle, Bob," The tall man said. His name tag read 'Earl Baker'.
So that is how I had been able to sleep. The bomb froze SpakMokey all over causing a dramatic change in the planet's climate. Only I survived it all not the dangerous threat posed by wild Xenomorphs. Earl puts down two flash light designed items beside the icicle and so did Bob. I had awakened out of the deep slumber to end up outside my body, strangely. The flashlights like items rotated upwards were facing their rounded end down towards the snow. Bob and Earl take several steps back from the ice cube.
Bob takes out a square box shaped machine and clicks on a red button.
The ice cube levitates off the ground.
"I told you it would work, Earl," Bob said.
"Don't mention it," Earl said.
"Too bad so sad," Bob said. "That is what you said in the report."
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"Give me the fly box!" Earl shouts, lunging towards Bob.
The two men had it out in the open while the ice cube flew away from them. The men remarkably didn't freeze during their stupid unreasonable fight. It is not really logical for men to fight over a comment that wasn't supposed to be mentioned was put into an official file. Earl puts Bob's right hand over Bob's back while pinning the man on the snow. Bob's face is down in the snow. Bob kicks his legs up striking up into Earl's torso kicking him off. Earl lands on the snow clenching at his chest.
"Idiot!" Bob shouts, getting up. "She is getting away!"
"That Xenomorph does not have a gender," Earl said, in anger.
"I wasn't referring to the black lizard," Bob shouts, running after the ice cube. "I am talking about the expensive Flash Delta 800 floaters!"
Those two men are comical.
"Hey!" Earl shouts waving a device in the air. "I have the remote!"
"Suck it, loser!" Bob shouts back.
Like I said; they are comical.
"All right," Earl said, as a smile grew on his face. "I will give Bob what he wants."
Earl made the ice cube chase after Bob.
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