The Avengers: Rayne

Chapter 11

 A/N: So, sorry this chapter is kinda short. Really hope you guys enjoy! Please review and vote!!!

Part 11
 
Air flew around me as I fell to the ground. Blue light lit up the large red portal in the sky as I came through, almost blinding me. I landed roughly in what seemed to be a pile of junk. More heaps of junk surrounded me, falling from several smaller portals in the sky. The junk piles were on the far outskirts of what seemed to be a large city, with a large tower in its center. Where the hell was I? I suppose it didn’t matter anymore, its not like he was here. I stood up, pulling myself from the various parts littering the ground. My power crackled in my hands, sparking dangerously, as if it could sense the despair within me. The only person that I had ever trusted, and he was gone. The only piece of him I had left was the child growing within me, the child that had put distance between us right before he had died. Maybe it would have been better if he hadn’t known, then at least in his last moments he wouldn’t have been so confused.
 
An alarm blared loudly, pulling me from my thoughts and I watched as a small ship landed on a clear space of ground in front of me. The doors opened and a group of soldiers, dressed in rag-like clothing and strange masks, filed out of the ship, surrounding me.
 
“Well, well. What have we here? A contender?” Another man stepped off the ship, dressed considerably better than the others in a black armor with the image of a skull on his chest. The armor had no sleeves, baring his extremely muscular arms. He was much taller than me and his physique made Thor look small. He was unmasked, revealing dark cropped hair and even darker eyes.
 
“Who the hell are you? Where am I?” I narrowed my eyes at him. There was something about this man that I didn’t like, I just wasn’t sure what it was. He looked like the type of man that would call you friend and then stab a dagger in your back.
 
“He smirked, “I’m Scrapper 86, and you’re on Sakaar.” His eyes traveled down to my hands where blue energy still burned, “You a fighter?” I clenched my fists, dissipating the power. I wished I still had one of Loki’s daggers, but they had vanished with his death.
 
He circled me, his eyes skimming up and down my form. Dirt from the dark world still clung to my clothes, making them appear dusty, and my hair had broken free from the ponytail, so it tumbled freely to my waist. “Asgardian?” he questioned thoughtfully.
 
I shook my head, “I’m from Earth.”
 
“You don’t look like you’re from Earth. But you do look like a fighter.” His gaze turned to his companions, “She should fetch a nice price. Call ahead and get us an audience with the boss.”
 
The circle around me started to close in, the scrapper watching with an amused expression on his face. Energy blazed to life in my hands, burning brightly, “I’m not going anywhere with you.” He laughed, and it wasn’t a pleasant sound, it sent chills down my spine.
 
“You act as if you have a choice.” He threw something at me and I felt a stinging sensation in my neck. I touched it, feeling a small metal disc lodged into my skin. A cruel glint flashed in his eyes as he pressed the button of a small remote that he held in his hands. A jolt of electricity surged through me, taking my breath away and putting me on my knees. I summoned up my energy in full force across my body and it strengthened me, allowing me to rise to my feet. His eyes narrowed as I stood, clearly he was used to that method working for him. I stepped towards him, anger rippling through me.
 
One of the masked soldiers lunged at me and I sidestepped him, sending a blast of energy flying at his back. The more I seemed to keep my power burning, the more it took the edge off of the shockwaves rippling through my body. All I needed to do was get the remote and I could turn it off. All of the masked soldiers lunged towards me at once, closing me in a tight-knit circle and trying to restrain me. I let the energy build around me and then sent out a large pulse, sending them flying away from me. It had been a while since I had been able to use my power like this in combat, and I had never used it to this magnitude before. Then again, I also had a lot more power at my disposal than I did before.
 
The scrapper stood in the same spot, hardly showing any interest towards me. He obviously thought I wasn’t a threat. I fired a blast of energy at him that he dodged easily, as if I was moving in slow motion. Hands blazing with energy, I lunged towards him., but he spun out of my reach. He grabbed my wrist, twisting my arm behind me painfully in a motion so quick that I hadn’t even seen him move. I struggled in his grip, energy blazing on my skin, but it was if I wasn’t even moving at all. Loki had been strong when I faced him, but this man was another matter entirely. He had to have been Asgardian, or something else. He kicked the back of my knees, sending me to the ground with my face in the dirt. Then he grabbed my other wrist twisting it behind my back. I felt another stinging sensation on my neck as he placed another of the discs there.
 
He laughed as he released my wrists, “Yes, you’ll do nicely.” I went to stand, but a powerful surge of electricity jolted through my body. My body spasmed into the ground, uncontrollably shaking, until I finally passed out from the pain.
 
 
 
 
 
When I finally woke up, I was strapped into some kind of large chair. Powerful, magnetic bracelets were on each of my wrists, holding them securely to the arms of the chair. Lights powered on, illuminating a hallway of machinery that the chair seemed to move along.
 
A robotic voice sounded from overhead, reminding me of cellphones back on Earth, “Fear not, for you are found.” The chair seemed to move a bit faster as the disembodied female voice spoke.
 
“You are home and there is no going back.” This was already a stranger experience than on Asgard, probably out of my entire life. That was saying a lot, considering that I had been held captive by the Red Skull. “No one leaves this place. But what is this place?”
 
A few lights went off overhead as the chair seemed to exit the small hall. “The answer is Sakaar.” Stars rushed all around me and it seemed as if the chair had veered off into space itself. In the distance I could see planets and meteors. It had to be some kind of a projection.
 
Elevator-like music began to play overhead, “Surrounded by cosmic gateways, Sakaar lives on the edge of the known and unknown.” I couldn’t help but stare at the images of space as I passed by. Even though I knew it had to be fake, everything looked so ethereal and beautiful.
 
“It is the collection point for all lost and unloved things. Like you.”  An image of Loki’s grey pallor flashed in my mind. Lost and unloved. Is this why my powers had brought me here? I certainly hadn’t come here on purpose. Rainbow colors surrounded me, reminding me of how it felt when traveling through space. The chair picked up speed, blowing my white hair into my face.
 
“But here on Sakaar, you are significant. You are valuable. Here you are loved.” I scoffed at that, yeah right. “And no one loves you more than the Grandmaster.”
 
A silhouette of a man appeared off to the side as the chair moved past. Behind the silhouette, images of building rose. “He is the original, the first lost and the first found, the creator of Sakaar and father of the Contest of Champions.”
 
The images were replaced by those of different beings fighting each other in a large arena. “Where once you were nothing, now you are something.” The images faded and all around me it went dark.
 
“You are the property of the Grandmaster. Congratulations!” The chair began to move even faster, random flashes of light blinding me. “You will meet the Grandmaster in 5 seconds. Prepare yourself. Prepare yourself.” I closed my eyes, the flashes of light and the speed of the chair were making me feel like I was going to puke.
 
“You are now meeting the Grandmaster.” It suddenly went silent and the chair quit moving. I opened my eyes to a bright room, my chair surrounded by soldiers wearing different shades of armor.
 
In front of me were three people, one of them being the scrapper that I had fought. He had a smug grin on his face and he seemed extremely pleased with himself. A woman stood off to the side, wearing an amber-colored armor. Strange silver marks were on her face, but I wasn’t sure what they were; I had never seen anything like it before. In the center, sitting in a large chair with his legs crossed, was who I assumed to be the Grandmaster. He was dressed in golden robes with accents of red and a strange blue face paint marked a line down his mouth. He regarded me with a thoughtful expression, much like a predator preparing to go after their prey. I shook my head, getting the stray white hairs out of my face.
 
“She’s different looking”, he said after a moment of contemplation. “I don’t know where you seem to find these strange ones, my cham…”
 
“Scrapper 86”, the man corrected. The woman nearby rolled her eyes. She didn’t seem to be too fond of anyone.
 
“So what have you brought me, Scrapper 86?”
 
“A contender.”
 
“Excuse me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
 
“Let’s get a better look then shall we.” The Grandmaster stood from his chair, closing the small distance between us; the scrapper right on his heels. He met my gaze, looking over my form with a scrutinizing gaze that made me squirm in my chair.
 
After what felt like agonizingly long minutes, the Grandmaster turned towards the woman, “Pay him.”
 
“15 million”, the scrapper interjected quickly. The Grandmaster nodded and the woman rolled her eyes, but did as she was told.
 
“Excuse me, but I am NOT for sale!” Blue energy crackled to life in my hands like fire, sending a blue glow throughout the room. I willed it to burn more, spreading up my arms, but then I felt the torrent of electricity run through me full force. The energy disappeared as I lost control over the tremors shaking my body. After a moment, the scrapper released the button on the device and the pain stopped. At least I didn’t pass out this time.
 
“So who are you?” the Grandmaster asked curiously, stepping closer to me.
 
“I’m just a mortal, from Earth”, I said slowly, the aftershocks of pain still coursing through me faintly.
 
The Grandmaster raised a brow, “Do mortals from Earth normally glow?” I could hear the skepticism in his voice, as if I was lying. The scrapper chuckled and I sent a glare his way. “She could possibly be champion material”, the Grandmaster mused.
 
The scrapper laughed, “She’ll at least put on a good show. Maybe last a bit longer than some of the other contenders.” I rolled my eyes, they sounded like typical men, doubt a woman’s abilities. My powers might still be a little foreign to me, but I was perfectly capable of using them. Not to mention the military training I had gone through and the extensive combat training that S.H.I.E.L.D. made me complete. I couldn’t help but wonder what Loki would think of all this, he’d probably find it amusing. He had a flare for dramatics and demonstrations of power. At the thought of him, I felt the pang of emptiness go through me. I couldn’t go back to Earth and I couldn’t return to Asgard, what did I have to lose anymore? For the time being, I could just make the best of the situation I was in. Hell, maybe one day I would call this place home, but I doubted that. I was pulled from my thoughts as I realized both men were looking at me as if they had spoken.
 
“I’m sorry, what?”
 
The scrapper’s lips curled up into a grin. “I think that’s an excellent choice.”
 
The Grandmaster nodded, “It makes sense, right? Like moonlight on a dark night. Anyway it sounds catching.”
 
“What are you talking about?” I asked, my brows furrowed in confusion.
 
“What to call you, as a contender”, the scrapper answered.
 
“Which is what, exactly?”
 
The Grandmaster clapped his hands together in excitement, clearly he was happy with what he came up with. “Lady Midnight.”