Chapter eight!

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A loud thud came from a dumpster in a dodgy alleyway somewhere in the heart of a bustling city. Nobody gave a second glance towards the sound as there was far to much noise to think it was anything out of the ordinary.

But unfortunately for Margaret who just so happened to have appeared inside the dumpster at that moment, it quite frankly was. She looked around the dimly lit place unsure of where she had ended up and what exactly she had done to end up in said place.

"Oh no, oh no, what have I done now?" the girl thought aloud. "Where am I?"

Panic ensued as she attempted to escape the odorous box she was trapped in. Pushing rubbish bags and rotten food off of her legs she abruptly stood up hitting her head in the process and falling right back down.

She looked around the small space that she was confined too. Spotting a small slit of light coming from where the opening was, she pushed the lid upwards releasing her from her turmoil.

Margaret's eyes adjusted to the new lighting as she climbed over the edge of the dumpster.

Where was she?

She knew she definitely was not in Armagh anymore. The green scenery her home was known for was nowhere to be seen and to be honest, she felt out of place in the dark damp area.

Maybe these were her new abilities? She could move from one place to another, yeah that was it. Seemed fair.

Deciding that she had nothing better to do she walked down the ally trying her best to avoid the large puddles that littered the area. The girl had no clue as to where she was or what trouble she had just gotten herself into.

Turning the corner out of the backstreet she was greeted by far too many people in the one place than she had ever seen in her life.

Some held briefcases while others sported trendy jackets and fine jewellery though Margaret had no clue why they all looked so weird. Their attire was so peculiar it was almost funny to the girl.

Confusion plastered her face as she attempted to walk through the crowd. It was like a sea, she couldn't move properly so she followed the direction in which they were all going.

Some were giving her funny looks while others stepped away from the smell left by the dumpster. If anything she should be the one stepping away from them, their clothes looked like the material was picked at random and thrown together.

Every new thing that laced her eyes made her grow increasingly worried. The buildings were so incredibly tall it hurt her head to comprehend as well as the ocean of colour that surrounded her.

Margaret needed to ask someone where she was, so she could get back home before he-

"What are you talking about?," she asked herself.

She had been the one to run away in the first place. She had been the one to leave her family, why would they want her back? Maybe her powers knew that she had needed to get away, was that how they worked?

Oh, how she wished the banshee had stayed to explain.

The crowd had stopped, but Margaret kept walking as at least now she wouldn't have to be pushed against multiple bodies at once. Little did she know that at that very moment numerous vehicles were revving up their engines getting ready to drive the green light.

About thirty voices shouted loudly over the bustling crowd as the girl walked in front of the traffic, aimlessly staring at the sky. Sometimes she could be so naive but, on her behalf, she did not know of any immediate danger walking alone would cause.

"Watch out!"

"Don't walk!"

"No!"

"Get out of the way!"

The girl paid no attention not thinking the calls were intended for her. She didn't even know what the things charging at her were.

A loud gasp filled the early morning air as Margaret was narrowly missed by a large white Range Rover but before the front bar of it could even make contact her skin a low thwip graced the everlasting noise.

"Woah you should really watch where your going" a pubescent voice cautioned worriedly to Margaret. She looked up to see yet another strangely dressed person only this time in a full bodysuit, mask and all.

"Cuir mé síos!" snapped the girl flabbergasted at this persons hand around her waist. (put me down!)

"Sorry what?"

Margaret wriggled in his arms attempting to escape his grasp. She succeeded but to her dismay, she had not thought this plan of hers through.

The redhead began to fall to the ground at a rapid speed only for the same onesie boy to catch her mid-fall.

"Cad a dhéanann tú ba mhaith uaim?!" She bellowed at him just wishing to be free of his grasp as she was still confused as to what was happening. (what do you want from me)

"I'm sorry I don't understand you! I'm only trying to help you!!" He squealed his voice cracking.

As soon as they reached the ground Margaret ran for it afraid of the person that had actually saved her life.

"Please stop! I just want to help" the boy shouted to her somehow timidly.

The girl turned around to face the boy, he sounded sincere in his words.

"Cá bhúil tú? She questioned though she understood perfectly well that he did not understand nor did he speak Irish. (who are you?)

He gave her a confused look, one she felt satisfied to receive, she would always do this to the foreigners who would come to her town making them extremely temperamental.

"I'm sorry but I don't speak, what is that? Dutch?"

"Irish" she replied. Margaret only spoke English because her ma had made her learn it so she could speak to her English grandparents who would visit every so often.

"Oh so you do speak English?" he laughed sarcasm lacing his words.

"Yes I do if you really needed to know" Margaret replied."now I have one question"

"Yes ask away I'm free all evening"

"Where am I?" she asked, wrapping her arms around herself as a chilly breeze swept by.

"Queens, Finest city in all of New York" he recited a smirk making its way onto his face though she could not tell due to the latex mask that covered it.

"I'm in New York?!" She stammered, her mouth hanging wide open. Half of her family had moved to Brooklyn about sixteen years before she was born. "How am I in New York"

"I don't know how you ended up in New York without knowing you were going to be here in the first place, sounds confusing." The boy said nodding his head.

A tear escaped her eye, one she could not hold back." Are you alright?" The boy asked

"Oh would you ever stop talking," Margaret said quite rudely and blatantly."sorry"

She sat down and let the tears stream down her face for what felt like the hundredth time this week. She was so far from her homeland it was strange. The girl had never even left Ireland before then and now suddenly she was on another side of the word.

"I know you having a moment or something but can I ask you why your dressed so weirdly and why your covered in trash?

Margaret lifted her head to look at the boy anger beginning to boil inside her. " I'm dressed weirdly?" she raged, "says you a random person dressed in a full-body suit roaming the streets of their home city dong what exactly?"

"I uh- save people-"

But Margaret hadn't finished and in all honesty, it had been a rhetorical question. " everyone in New York is so weird, why are you all dressed so weirdly"

"actually you would be the peculiar one in this situation" He stated knowingly.

"This is normal attire!" she told him, all she was wearing was a white nightgown very simple, not odd in the slightest. On the other hand, the onesie boy was giving her a comprehensive look of disbelief.

He didn't know whether to take this girl seriously or not, he thought her accent was cute though. Playing along he asked her "what year is it? uh, sorry you never gave me your name"

"My names Maggie" though she didn't really want to disclose the information. " and uh-1904"

"Are you serious, this has got to be a prank" he looked the girl up and down and saw only seriousness in the way she stood and the way she spoke."ok let's say it is 190-"

"I'm sorry but honestly I just want to be alone, has anyone told you you talk too much" her words were quite snippy and harsh.

"uh yeah, a few" he murmered quietly as Margaret turned around and began to walk away from the boy. She needed some time to gather herself and find out everything about her situation.

"Uh bye" he vale dictated.

"Thanks for saving me! I'm not a total bitch" she shouted back from afar, the thing she did not see was the boy putting two hand over his ears.

If it really wasn't 1904 anymore then she was in deep shit. The situation was just progressively getting worse and worse.

Margaret had plenty of things to think about but she was far too limited in places to go. So instead of waiting around, talking to a weirdly dressed boy, she decided to look for a place to sleep.

~ authors note~
I finished this chapter so fast lmao I'm proud but like I love this. so y'all know who this Lil onesie wearing boy is we love you peter ❤️.
But this chapter is sooooo bad lmao and so is my Irish lmao.

Anyway vote and comment please and until the next chapter

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