Originally, she'd moved out of the city to avoid pesky noises like emergency vehicles activating those blaring sirens, but she supposed she hadn't moved far enough if there was one zooming down the street outside her door. Maybe she should have sprung the extra cash to have her landlord put in those soundproof walls. It certainly would have helped cancel out the noise of that alien invasion/possible government stunt two months ago.
Sadly, even soundproof walls wouldn't have protected the tiny house from the stray alien chariot that crashed through the wall. Some government organization had confiscated the chariot, but they hadn't bothered to fix the hole in the wall - saying something about how her insurance was supposed to cover that sort of thing. Her insurance company and the landlord's insurance company both laughed their heads off and declared that they were lying. After all, the alien crap happened miles and miles away and there was no reasonable way that an alien would get so lost as to come to that neighborhood. Besides, they had no proof that the hole was caused by an alien and not someone driving a car through the wall to create an insurance the hole was currently covered with a lot of duct tape, tarp, and hope that it wouldn't storm any time soon.
But back to the sirens: they were blaring down the street and that blaring could easily be heard through the missing portion of the wall. It was so loud and insistent that it caused Mary's eye's to fly open and immediately look to her alarm clock.
"Good gosh," she moaned, pulling her pillow over her ears, "Three in the morning? Ugh…"
Considering she'd have to get up in an hour and a half to go to work anyway, she figured she should probably just get up and start getting ready to go… but she didn't want to. Her pillow was so soft and the blankets were so warm. Getting ready for work could wait for a few minutes. Or forever.
Ten minutes later and it still sounded like the freaking sirens were circling her freaking house in the freaking wee hours of the morning. And it was getting on Mary's freaking nerves. But she pulled her pillow tighter over her ears and pretended they weren't there… until her bedroom door flew open and a flashlight beam landed on her.
Assuming the police had burst into her home, she sat bolt upright and put her hands in the air. She knew she hadn't done anything wrong, but it seemed like the correct response in a situation of this nature. However, when the flashlight lowered out of her eyes she realized it was not the police standing in her doorway, it was her pesky roommate.
"Mary!" The quiet voice whispered, "What is going on out there?"
"Sue… I don't know - ugh! Don't you ever wear anything besides your panties and bra to bed? Good grief, girl!" Mary tossed a bathrobe at the younger, prettier, smarter, and usually happier girl, who slipped into it, but still managed to make it look hot.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," She tucked her beautiful amber hair behind her gorgeously pale ear and furrowed her brow, "But something strange is going on in our neighborhood."
"So call the freaking Ghost Busters," Mary muttered, swinging her thick, sickly pale legs out of bed and turning off her alarm clock so she wouldn't have to hear three, loud, jarring noises so early in the morning - the first two being the sirens and Sue's voice.
"Where are you going?" Sue asked, following Mary to the kitchen.
"Coffee. Need. Now."
"I could use a cup too."
"Fine."
Bee-do! Bee-do! Bee-do!
"Urrrgh," Mary opened the kitchen window and stuck her head out to watch three more police cars blaze by and what appeared to by a flying gold and red man behind them, "Crap must be something big, Iron Man got involved."
"Really? Can I see?"
Mary moved aside and Sue hung out the window. She pulled back in and crossed her arms tightly over her voluminous chest. The window was closed and they both went to sit down at the kitchen table while they waited for their coffee. As they waited the sirens became more faint and the early morning seemed less intense. Unfortunately, the intensity seemed to be the only thing that was keeping the two young women awake.
Until the coffee was finished, neither had a problem with dozing off at the table. Mary's fist propped up her round face and a few strands of her dark brown hair slipped into her open mouth. Sue carefully folded her arms on the table and used them as a pillow, looking for all the world like a bathrobe model.
"Blast…" Mary heard from over by the hole in their wall. She lifted her head, hairs still sticking to her face, and blinked away the drowsiness. Standing just within the house there stood a man in what appeared to be a cosplay of some sort.
"Who the heck are you?" she grumbled, getting up and slowly heading for the knife drawer, "What the freaking heck do you want this early in the morning?"
Sue shot bolt upright and gasped upon seeing the intruder. The man seemed to be contemplating what to do. While he thought, it dawned on Mary that the stranger breaking into their home might be the reason there were so many police cars - and Iron Man - zooming around. After covertly grabbing a knife from the drawer she took a step closer to inspect his face better.
"Sue…" She said, trying not to panic anyone, "Run."
"What? Why?"
Mary didn't bother to answer, she grabbed her roommate's arm and began to pull her toward the back door, in the opposite direction from the invader. Before they got there, however, he seemed to be standing right in front of them. Sue yelped much like a petite poodle that's tail has been stepped on. Mary held out the kitchen knife between them and the man, knowing it probably wouldn't do much good if this was who she thought it was. While she stood there all she could think was that she should have gone for the baseball bat instead.
"We don't want any trouble, buddy," she said slowly, "You can have the house. We don't care. Won't even call the police on you. Just let us leave."
"You might not care, Mary, but I'll fight for this house. This creep has no business in this house! We outnumber him, I say-"
"Outnumber me?" His voice was like the audio version of a smirk, "Count again."
The women took in their surroundings and stiffened. There were five of him in the house and all of them were smiling. Mary knew that there was no way they were getting out alive unless the man allowed them to so she dropped the knife into the pocket of her fluffy pajama pants and put her hands up. Sue, on the other hand, put up her fists and glared at the man in front of them with such hatred that Mary wondered if she'd finally figured out who he was.
"Listen, Loki, is it? She's just a little bit fiesty this early in the morning. We don't want trouble."
"Sadly, the moment you two had the misfortune of being home when I came you got yourself into trouble. I'm afraid I need a place to lie low and this is the place."
"Crap," Mary sighed, "But Sue and I will only get in your way, right? You'll want the whole place to yourself, I'm sure."
"While that would be ideal, I can't very well let you go. I've no guarantee that you won't go to the police and tell them where I am. I don't want to be on the run for the moment," He narrowed his beautiful green eyes, "So you two shall be staying here with me. Besides, I could use servants."
"Servants!" Sue exclaimed, "How dare you, you son of a-"
"Alright, fine," Mary elbowed her roommate. If he was worried about them telling the police then there was a chance that he'd kill them just to ensure that they wouldn't do anything. The less they put up a fight, she figured, the more likely he was to let them out of this thing alive. If he needed a place to sit for a few days then he could have Mary's room and the girls would take Sue's room. They'd ignore him to the best of their abilities and he'd hopefully leave without any murders.
A hand landed on each of their shoulders and they both jumped. When they turned there was only one of Loki and he was a lot more bruised and cut that the doubles had been. His side was covered in blood and he looked exhausted, but his grip on their shoulders was painfully strong.
"Excellent, I'm sure we'll all get along splendidly."
"Great," Mary pointed to her room, "You can stay in there, if you want. Let me grab a few things and then it's all yours." Besides, it would be much easier to spring an escape from Sue's bedroom window than the tiny one in Mary's room.
"What, turn my back on you and let you run? A good effort, truly, but I'm not an idiot."
"Dude," Mary yawned, "I'm not a fighter, okay? I'm not going anywhere. I'll let you do your thing, just leave me and Sue alone."
"You, I trust not to attempt anything," he let go of her shoulder and grabbed Sue's chin. She struggled for a moment to pull away, but he was too strong, "This one though, she has a fire burning in her."
"Get your hands off of me!"
"What's your point?" Mary asked calmly.
"Which room is bigger?"
"Sue's… that's why she and I can just share that room and you can have the other. I mean, if you want the bigger one, that's fine, but it's covered in books and crap."
"Books and crap is precisely what I like," He winked, but his exhaustion was beginning to show and he let go of Sue to hold his side protectively, "This lovely creature and I will share her room and you will keep your own. And so no one gets any ideas" he waved his hand in the air, "All the doors and windows are now locked in a way that only I know how to undo."
"Well that's… crappy," Mary rubbed her eyes tiredly.
"I am not staying in the same room as you!" Sue declared.
"I think you missed the part where you don't get a say in the matter."
"There is no way I'll share a bed with you."
"Relax, we bought the air mattress for a reason, remember?" Mary, hoping the invader wouldn't kill her the moment she stepped away, went down the tiny hallway and opened the even tinier closet. She pulled out a box and returned with it, handing it to Sue, "Granted, that reason was not in case an alien warlord breaks into our house and holds us hostage, but close enough."
"Clever of you, Mary," Loki winced and held his side again, "Now, does either of you have any medical training?"
"I'm out."
"Well… I'm a CNA. We've got a first aid kit in the bathroom, but that looks pretty bad," Sue bit her lip nervously, "I'm not sure if I can do much for it."
"I don't need much for it anyway. Just a few stitches."
Mary let them go off to the bathroom to tend to his wounds and she quickly tried the backdoor. It was locked, just as Loki'd promised. She tried a few windows, but had no luck. When she heard the running water in the bathroom stop, she froze and listened. From what she heard it sounded as if they were having a conversation about morality. Shrugging, she went into Sue's room and looked around for anything that would be useful. Most of the stuff in there was useless in this sort of situation. Books on mythology weren't going to help them get away from a living myth. She did find the hairbrush she'd lent to her roommate a month ago, but apart from that there was nothing that could be used to overpower the intruder, pry the windows open, or otherwise aid them.
"If I am not mistaken you are in my room."
Mary turned and immediately covered her eyes.
"Good grief! Put on a shirt, man!"
"I'd prefer not to, seeing how uncomfortable it seems to make you and Sue," he snickered, "Kindly explain what you are doing in here."
"Just looking for any of my own junk that I might have left in here," she raised the hairbrush, "Found some."
"Good. Now get out."
"With pleasure, dude," Still covering her eyes, she left and went to her own room. Once there she grabbed her phone and texted her boss.
Can't come in today. Family emergency.
A few minutes later she got a frustrated reply.
No one can cover for you. Get your butt in here.
Mary put the phone under her pillow, sure that if Loki knew of its existence he'd take it away and ruin her chances of calling the police once she'd escaped. Her current plan was to get herself out and then get the police or the army or the Avengers and have them rescue Sue and take down Loki. Escaping shouldn't be too hard once she could get outside. She went to Sue's room and found her captor and her roommate way too close to each other.
"Yo, Loki?" Mary asked, "Do you trust me enough to let me go to work? My boss will get suspicious if I don't show up."
"No. You will stay here," he swayed a little and sat down on the bed.
"Okay," she left them and went back to her room and crashed on the bed. If she couldn't go to work, she'd at least get a little more sleep. Escaping could wait. Besides, she'd only get one chance at it and she wanted to make it count. For that to happen she had to be at her best. Her best wasn't exactly awake at three forty-five in the morning. So she'd bide her time and then make a break for it.
"Freaking sirens had to freaking wake me up for this freaking circus," she muttered into her pillow, "I freaking do not need this in my life."
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