SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING – A LOKI FANFICTION

PART ONE

Well, another day another head ache from my hell hole of a job. I work at a restaurant just across the road from where I live. I live in one of the busiest places in London, in a flat which is the best I can afford right now. My work hours are long and tiring; starting early in the morning and ending late at night.

My friends' say I should leave and find another job, they say I could do so much better. And, yeah, I bloody well agree with them, but I need the money. I can't just quit and pretend everything will be absolutely fine while I search for another job.

I walk out the restaurant and glance at my watch, half eleven… at night.

I sigh to myself and continue to walk into the suspiciously quiet street. It's usually a lot harder than this, a lot louder, strange…

It is only now that I notice it's raining, and pretty heavily too.

"My god!" I shouted, not caring if anyone can hear me, "Is anything going to go right for me today?!"

I hastily make my way to my flat down the road; my shoes are already soaked through and my hair and clothes are drenched.

I run up to my door and quickly try to find my keys, and surprise, surprise! I can't find them!

"I don't have time for this!" I shouted, focusing my hand on the lock and whispering something under my breath. My eyes flash gold and then return to their normal brown colour as the door unlocks.

I run in and shut the door behind me. Good thing my flat is on the bottom floor because I am not in the mood for stairs.

I stomp loudly over to my door and unlock it with my magic again. I know the keys for this door are in my pocket but I'll be damned if I'm gonna waste any more time retrieving them.

I step into my flat and shut the door behind me. I push my back against the door and slide down it to the floor with thud; all energy leaving me rather quickly.

"What is with this time period?" I asked myself, "Well, thinking about it, this is a pretty good time period to be living in" I argued to myself, "No dragons, no witches or sorcerers, no Morgana of Mordred, no stupid King Arthur" I laughed to myself about the memories we shared, but my smile faded, "Or Merlin.."

I clear my throat and lift myself up from the ground, I walk over to the sofa and collapse onto it.

I turn the TV on using my powers, it automatically comes on with the news.

"Breaking news from Stuttgart" said the news reporter on the screen; I lifted my head to see what was so damn important.

"From the information we have received, there has been a terrorist attack in Stuttgart. Ending in several deaths and many needing medical attention. The whereabouts of the 'terrorist' is unconfirmed, we have no new information as of yet"

My god, I think to myself while hanging on the news reporter's every word.

"Wait, we've just received video footage from Stuttgart on the matter. Some viewers may find this video to be distressing" the news reporter warned.

As soon as the video took over the screen, a loud, somewhat thundering voice filled the room.

"I said KNEEL!"

I screamed and fell from my sofa and onto the floor, narrowly missing the coffe table near me.

"PAUSE!" I yelled at the TV. The video paused and I rubbed my head.

"Jesus, what on earth was that?!" I shouted.

I looked up at the TV and on the screen was a blurry image of a tall, thin man with a staff or sceptre of some kind; it was a gold colour from what I could tell and it had a blue light thing near the top of it. The man holding said staff had black hair and a menacing grin on his face… nice cheekbones though, and his green eyes, so intense – wait, what?! He's a terrorist for god's sake! Get a hold of yourself!

He was dressed in some sort of leather cape thing, his clothes were either black or dark green coloured. He had bits of gold armour dotted round him and he had a helmet on with very big horns sticking out of it.

Now, usually I would insult something like this but his mere presence on my TV screen made me shiver with fear. He was someone not to be trifled with, especially not by me.

I turned the TV off, not wanting to hear any more of this, and I pulled myself up to sit on my sofa.

I glanced around the room and froze.

That window in the far wall was not open when I came in. I ran through many possibilities in my head. Okay, I definitely know it was shut when I came in, I know I didn't open it, there was no wind that could have opened it but it was raining really hard outside.

That's it!

The force of the rain must have pushed it open but I would have heard it, right? Meh. Whatever. Stupid rain.

I stood up and walked over to close the window. I muttered a spell as I couldn't be bothered in slamming it shut with my hands, and the window began to shut slowly.

I turned and was about to walk away when I felt something cold and metal hit, or rather stab, into my neck. A feeling of coldness seeped into my veins and I reached up to pull whatever had attached itself to my neck. I suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous, my legs failed and I fell to the floor.

I pulled the metal thing from my neck and saw it was some sort of a dart. A dart? A DART?! WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING WITH A BLOODY DART IN MY NECK?!

Before I could mentally shout anything else, my head hit the floor with a loud bang and I was out cold.