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Chapter Two

~Older Girl's POV~

The woman named Natasha releases the straps from my wrists and ankles and all of them tense, expecting me to attack. But I don't. I'm too tired. My scar hurts and I just want to get out of here.

They leave without a word, closing the door shut, and locking it more than likely. It doesn't matter. I know I'm in some kind of compound, and there is no way I will be able to get out, especially since I would have to get her out too.

I roll over on the bed, then wince in pain. The scar on my collarbone is hurting now that Thor's brother, Loki I think, has touched it. I start to rub it, thinking that it might help, but I pull back an instant later, barely keeping in my gasp of pain. It still hurts, badly.

I close my eyes, but images from last night come floating back, and with a snap, I open them back up. I'm freezing, but I don't have the energy to sit up and pull the covers over me.

Suddenly, I hear a scream. And then I gasp, because it's my baby sister who is screaming. They're hurting her. They're torturing her. They're killing her.

No, no, no.

Energy pulses through my body and I leap off the bed, running to the door. I yank on the handle, hysterically trying to open it, but there is no use: it's locked. I begin to cry hysterically as I bang on the door; I hear her scream again and I collapse on the floor, begging the door to open.

"Please!" I scream, panicked. "Don't hurt her anymore! Take me instead, I'll go!"

Nobody replies to my anguished screams, and I finally fall to the floor, curled up in a ball, shaking hard as I sob, trying to cry my pain away and trying to take away hers too.

A few minutes later, I hear the lock of the door clicking. Seconds later, the door opens, and light glares into the small room. My eyes are still closed, though, and I don't even care. I don't care who is here. I don't care if they kill me, as long as they leave her alone.

"Go away!" I croak, sensing someone standing next to me. I assume it's that Natasha woman and I shriek, "Don't hurt her, plea-"

"They're not hurting her," says an accented, male voice, clearly not Natasha.

Surprised, I look up, pushing the strands of hair from my face. Then I glare. It's Loki.

"How am I supposed to believe you?" I growl.

Loki calmly walks into the room, closing the door behind him. Great. Now I'm locked in a room with some sort of costumed mad man. "I'm used to people not believing me, so believe me, I couldn't care less."

"Come any closer to me, and I'll knock you out," I threaten as Loki steps a foot in my direction.

He raises his eyebrows. "Yes, because that certainly worked out splendidly last time."

"That was just luck," I snarl.

Loki opens his arms dismissively and smiles widely. "Try me."

I stare at him for a second, and then I am on my feet, lunging for him. In no time at all, he has me by my arms, against him, and I can't move a muscle.

Loki pushes me forward roughly, and I fall to the ground. I hear his voice behind me. "As much as I'd rather enjoy playing this game with you, I do not have the time, and you do not have the strength."

"I...have...plenty of...strength," I say breathlessly.

"Yes, because that explains why you are lying there panting on the ground."

"I am not panting!" I shriek, and my temper gets ahold of me again.

This time, Loki grabs my arm, pulls me across the room, and pushes me onto the bed. When I try to rise, he simply pushes me back, so that I am lying helplessly on my stomach. Why don't I have the strength to fight him like the other people I have fought? I cry out in anger and in anguish and try to snap my teeth on his hand, but he holds my head down. Again, I lunge up at him, but again he pushes me back down.

He lets me try to get him off me for several minutes. In these minutes, I am now really panting, and sweat trickle down my forehead.

"Enough," Loki says finally. "I will let you go, but only if you don't try to attack me or get out. If you do, I will put those straps on your wrists and ankles again."

I wince at that thought and reluctantly don't throw myself at him as he lets me go and sits down on a chair next to the bed. He looks at me for a couple minutes, his eyes clearly calculating for whatever he has in mind for me.

Another scream echoes down the hallway. I jerk up. "What are they doing to her? Don't let them hurt her, please!" I beg. "They can take me instead, I don't care, I just-"

Loki interrupts me. "If you would let me get a word in your runaway mouth I will explain."

"Fine," I say, crossing my arms and closing my eyes. I can't help the tear that trickles down my face.

I hear him begin to speak. "They're not hurting your sister. They are just trying to calm her down and trying to get her to sleep. I already looked at her scar, and what I saw confirmed what I saw on you."

"Which is?"

"I'm afraid that's classified information at the moment," Loki says smoothly and I growl. He ignores me. "But the point is, your sister is in perfectly safe hands. Probably safer hands than those whom you are in at the moment."

I open my eyes long enough to perceive his green eyes boring into mine. I close them, muttering, "I don't care. Kill me now. I don't want to live anymore, as long as they don't hurt her."

"I have no interest in killing you, if I did, you would already be buried in a churchyard."

"You're threatening me then."

"I am not. I'm in here mainly to calm you down."

"You're doing a horrible job," I seethe, turning around so that my back is to him. Then, thinking this isn't the safest thing in the world, I turn back over.

"Well you're at least talking quietly and lying down instead of screaming and trying to kill me unsuccessfully," Loki observes.

I bite my lip to try to stop the tears, but sniffing, I reluctantly let them fall. "I hate you." I stammer, not knowing why I'm saying it, but meaning it anyway.

"I rather doubt it. You are just scared and angry and-"

"I am not scared!" I hiss at him.

"And even if you did hate me," Loki continues, ignoring me or not believing me, one of the two. "I again couldn't care less. Virtually everyone in here hates me."

"You're a monster," I snarl, trying to get to him and make him leave me alone.

There is a pause. Then, "Oh, yes, so I've heard."

There is a faint scream again, but it's softer. I sit up again.

"Lie down."

"No." I snap. "Not until I know for sure that she's safe and that you're not trying to murder her."

"Lie down before I make you." Loki orders me.

"No!" I cry, tears falling quicker. "I have to know! I just have to! I'm all she has left!"

Loki frowns at me, then says, "Spare me your story, because pity has no effect on me whatsoever."

"Then just kill me!" I howl, partly to Loki, partly to the ceiling. "Just kill me! It hurts too badly for me to barely move and I can't do this! I just want to die so that I can see my parents again and so that I can get out of this hell-hole!" I break into sobs.

"Can you stand up?" Loki asks suddenly.

I cough. "What?"

"If you show me you can stand up by yourself, I'll take you to see your sister."

I wipe some of the tears from my eyes. "What?"

"Just stand up or I will lose interest."

My legs trembling, I hold onto the bed frame and try to stand up. Knowing this is the only way I can see if she is okay, I finally manage to stand, although I'm still grasping the headboard.

I look up at Loki, who has stood up and is looking at the hand supporting the headboard. "Please."

"Very well, as I see this is the only way to get you to shut up," says Loki. He slides his arms under my knees and my neck and carries me out of the room.

"How'd you even get out?" I ask, remembering the locked door as Loki walks down a bright hallway.

"I had a key," replies Loki. "I am no stupid human."

"Aren't you human?" I demand, although in lieu of the fact that I was probably attacked by aliens and the fact that Loki is wearing something that looks as if it comes from a costume shop, I'm not so sure.

Loki smirks, as if this amuses him. "I am Loki, of Asgard. And I am a god."

"Well that at least explains why I couldn't fight you off like I fought off Natasha," I reply.

"I hardly think you fought her off," remarks Loki. "I would say that was sheer luck combined with the fact that she had no wish to kill you."

I am too tired to keep arguing with a god so I close my eyes. A few minutes later, he stops.

"What is she doing here?" demands a familiar voice. It's Natasha.

"This is the only way I could figure to get her to calm down," replies Loki. "She wants to make sure you two didn't kill her sister."

"Very well," says a deeper voice. Thor. Loki's brother; probably another god.

"But what if we wake her up?" hisses Natasha. "It took her long enough to fall asleep as it is. And this one looks exhausted too."

"I wouldn't say exhausted as much as sick with worry," replies Loki.

There is a pause. "Fine." says Natasha. "But quickly."

I hear a door open quietly and I open my eyes as Loki sets me down on my feet. I hold onto the doorframe, but surprisingly, I feel stronger.

My sister is lying on her bed, facing me. She is sleeping, her mouth partially open as she breathes peacefully. Relief floods through me.

"Do you believe me now?" says Loki quietly, and I nod.

I step forward, wanting to kiss her and tell her everything will be okay, but someone stops me.

"Not right now," says Thor quietly, placing his hand on my shoulder. "The best thing for her is rest."

I pause, hesitating, weighing my chances with a master fighter and two gods. Not good. "Fine." I whisper, turning around.

"Can you walk?" asks Natasha. 

I nod and I do. I walk slowly but I do, with Loki and Natasha following me; Thor stays with my sister. When we reach my room, Natasha stands outside it and Loki and I walk back in.

"And now you need to do the same as your sister," says Loki.

I stare at him. "I'm not tired, and I'm not a toddler. I can go to sleep whenever I want."

"Very well, you aren't tired. You are exhausted. Your eyes are red."

"You told Natasha I wasn't tired," I accuse.

"If I had, she wouldn't have let you see your sister." He returns easily. "And you are getting off topic. Lie down and go to sleep. The sooner you do that, the sooner I leave."

"I hate you," I say, stalking over to my bed and lying down on it.

Loki chuckles. "Good. You're smart at least."

As soon as I close my eyes, I fall asleep, but with yellow eyes and razor-sharp teeth prancing and howling through my dreams.

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