Help Me
A friend and I wrote this together, and we've never written a fanfic before. We wrote this for a class project a while ago. Also we don't own Loki, castiel or the impala, we do own Monika…please read and enjoy
It was early in the morning on a Saturday when it began. Somewhere far off from any city laid a forest. Too tangled and large for one person to tread alone in. but someone did. Deep inside this forest laid a river, beside it sat a man. Not just any man, it was Loki, the god of lies and mischief. He had escaped Asgard and has taken refuge in this forest, hidden from Heimdall's eyes.
He sat quietly, looking into this river without a thought for some time. But it was disturbed when a rustling came from the bushes across from him. He looked towards the bushes only to see a dog emerge. A dog ?, In the middle of a forest? Odd . Seeing the dog was alone, he gently tried calling it only. But instead of the reaction he hoped for, the dog only growled and barked at him at him viciously before turning and running back to the bushes away from him.
Now, Loki was slightly offended by this, but this small encounter started the whole thing. He felt a small pang of sadness when the dog left, but the emotions kept flooding in…all he felt was anger and hate, from the days and months before. With his anger powering him he lets his magic roam. Letting it coat him before disappearing , leaving behind is beloved armor . the weight of the leather and metal reminded him of what he needed to do. The silence was deafening, empty… perfect for him. He disappeared, leaving behind his laughter in his wake for the destruction ahead.
Its been days since Loki began his reign of terror over the cities, states, provinces, and anything really that he could get his hands on. People have been injured left and right. Hospitals were full and medics were busy, everyone was tired, depressed and extremely stressed. But no one was stressed and done with everything like Monika. Monika was just another medical assistant in working in her field when people came flooding in from Loki's attacks.
But the weirdest thing happened when she was out in the open. When she was finished tending to an injured person she saw from a distance a man. A man in a beige trench coat, he had his hand upon a crippled man's head. What happened next shocked her, the man stood, as if in a trance, he walked off without another word. Shaking herself out of awe, Monika called out to the man "hey!" Hearing her, he snapped his neck, giving her a look she couldn't describe. The silence between the two was thick. So thick anyone could have cut it with a knife
Before he could reply, Monika heard a faint cry. "Help…help me…please". She snaps her head around, trying to hear where I came from. Seeing that nothing was around, she slowly turns back to man, giving him a look of "you heard that right?" He only nodded in reply. Seeing that, she slowly got up, dusted herself off and started to walk in the direction she assumed it came from. Stopping herself, she turns to face the man" are you coming along?" the man frowns and shakes his head "I cannot, there are others who need me. "But…what if this person is injured?, he might need our help" she pleaded "…fine I will follow you to this man. If he alive and well, I will leave" he said walking up beside her
With the man following her, they walk along the destroyed city. Both of them looking awe of what man could do. Soon the duo walked in to the city's main square. Where there see a heavily armored man standing in the middle of the square. Knowing that this was the man that caused this madness…and Monika's stress. "Why?...why did you kill all of these innocent people!?" she screamed out.
But what he did next surprised the two, he chuckled which soon turned to a cold hard laugh that made them shudder. "Innocent?...These people were everything but innocent!" he screamed out, piercing the silence around them before quieting down. It was like that until a small voice was heard. It was so quiet it was pitiful. "help me…help…me" it chanted. It slowly got louder as it chanted. Louder and louder it got until it was making itself scream.