A/N: Warnings: Brief Descriptions of Violence and Death. Cussing.
Song Suggestion: 8 Graves Burning Alive
He fell.
He had let go if he couldn't have the last word he would at least have the last stab, even if it was only an emotional one. The look in his faux brother's eyes almost made it worth it. Let my face torment you for the rest of your days.
And fell...
Surely he should have perished by now, how is he still falling? The void offered no answers and gave no comfort to the Dark Prince. Alone in his thoughts, he starts to panic realizing he might have acted rashly in his impassioned state. His body twists and flails as he tries to make sense of where he was falling. A futile effort, the vast expanse of space is as devoid of life as it is silent
And fell...
The screams were soundlessly ripped from his throat and the tears freeze on his cheeks. Loki's jotunn skin becoming chapped as the eerie, noiseless wind started to whip around him, tearing at his clothing and increasing his decent speed. Finally, an end. He is unsure if he was ready to die or if he had any fight left in him, as drained as he was. Suddenly it wasn't up to him. The once silent wind started to whisper around him, then roar as he rockets downward. With the appearance of what seems to be an atmosphere the noise returned. His ears were assaulted with his own screams of terror, his pulse pounding painfully in his temple. Contorting his lanky frame he turned downward and saw only a rapidly approaching darkness. Gritting his teeth he closed his eyes.
A grungy, off-white room is dimly illuminated by a small clouded window silhouetting a hunched figure on an iron wrought bed. They are turned away, voluminous dotted gown hiding any real detail about them. All noise is muffled but the desperation and manic nature of the screams were palpable.
A sudden shaft of light appearing is coupled with the figure violently lurching away. Scrabbling like a wild animal. Several large figures enter the room and surround the frightened occupant. Sweat could be seen glistening on the shaved scalp, the eyes wide and white with fear, mouth agape in a feral scream of defiance. The ring of people close in, and they grab limbs in steel grips. The noise slowly bleeds in as the visuals fade; the scream is high-pitched and desperate, only stopping for a quick gasping breath or a sob. Before going completely dark the shaft of light from the doorway illuminates the eyes in brilliant detail. The eyes so wide in fear is a shocking blue, a sunflower corona in the center, the whites turning red from tears and are framed by long brown lashes.
It ends, the sounds and visuals gone replaced by his own shallow breathing and hammering heartbeat. Tongue darting out to lick cracked lips, his throat too raw from screaming to speak, Loki opened his eyes and immediately forgot his strange vision.
Millions of stars are above him, galaxies and their colored gases making the view mystical to even him. He blinked and realized he can't move, carefully he tries to assess what has him held fast. That's when he hears it, soft high-pitched clicking, almost insect-like, he attempts to lift his head to confront his captors and the clicking increases in speed and pitch. It was torture to his pounding skull, as suddenly as it started, the clicking stops and an otherworldly silence fell. "Hello Jotunn," a rasping voice said...then all he knew was heat and pain.
The Attack in New York
Hannah was struggling, which isn't unusual for the 27-year old, life had been hard for her, and the lonely move to New York two years ago was no different; a college dropout she always put others in front of her, even if it hurt her metaphorically and literally. At this moment it was the former rather than the latter.
There are glass, metal, and people scattered everywhere on the floor of the cafe. Moans of pain and screams of fear overcoming the usual music drifting through the speakers. Her ears were ringing, so she wasn't completely aware of any of this. What the fuck... she wiped the grime off her face only to smear it with the blood that trickled from a cut on her brow.
Sudden pressure, heat, and vibrations the only indications that a battle raged outside. Her hearing still gone, she shakily got to her feet dust coating her entire body and slowly looked around. She was shell shocked, she knew this, she had felt this before, she shook her head trying to remove the cobwebs that kept her from being able to process what was happening. She was unsuccessful, rooted to the spot by a wave of nausea, A concussion? Her shoulder was shoved into an overturned table by a patron pushing her aside in his frantic dash away from...What the FUCK? a seven-foot-tall monster lopped into the hole that used to be the front of the building. Even as her blood ran cold, her feet started to move. Almost immediately after exiting the building through a broken window, she was swept away in a panicked herd of people. Realizing the tiniest misstep would end in her being trampled, possibly to her death, she attempted to keep up with the writhing mass.
Luck was not with her, an explosion to her left made her lose her balance, and she went down. She screamed and screamed but the crowds own panic drowned out her pleas. Pain so much pain! Funny enough the cause of her pain is what saved her, another explosion rocked the street and scattered the crowd. Hannah's ribs were on fire, Probably a broken rib...or two, she rolled on to her knees taking shallow breaths to avoid aggravating her ribs. She was covered in cuts and scrapes, places were already bruising, a dark shadow looms over her and just like that her hearing returns.
"ROAR" a giant snake-like creature sideswipes the building in front of her, and she screams for what feels like the millionth time. Worse, more monsters fall from the underside of the snake creature. Seemingly hearing the weakness in her scream, a group turns towards her and start sprinting toward her. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!", she scrambles towards the nearest alleyway, ribs be damned. She hides behind a dumpster, unaware that she has left a trail of blood for them to follow.
What are those things? Monsters? Aliens? Government experiments? she didn't have long to muse before the dumpster she had taken shelter behind slams her violently into the wall. Stars dance before her eyes as her head smacks the wall with a sickening crack, This is it... the monster in front picks her up by the neck, shes vaguely aware of the throbbing and pain throughout her body and she whimpers for mercy. It cocks its head and opens its maw in what can be only described as a hissing laugh. This asshole... weakly she lifts a hand and flips it off, immediately she regrets it when the creature breaks her finger. "AHHHHHH!" seemingly annoyed it shakes her silent.
They drag her out of the alleyway, most of the fight has left her, and she quietly sobs. Think Hannah, how can you get out of this? I can't do this, it's different this time. All of her rational thoughts were jumbled, all her experience and mental training failing her. She let the tears flow freely and profusely. Finally, the group stops walking and it flings her into a group of huddled frightened people, several hands grab her and help her stand. All for nothing as the creatures begin to line them up and shove them onto their knees. Many people try bargaining with them, bribing them, reasoning with them; to no avail, a quick hand across the face silences further talking and most deteriorate into sobs and prayers to various entities.
Why is this happening? Nononononono. Hannah's mental gibbering distracts her from the first shot. The second causes her head to whip to her left, the creatures start executing one by one. A few people try to break free and run, only to be shot or chased down and stomped to death. She bites her lip until it bleeds, her body hurts, her head is foggy and she sobs harder, explosions, screams, death, fire, it all swirls around her and she breaks. Her mind disengages from her body as the screams from the woman beside her get cut off suddenly and she knows it's her turn.
She tilts her head to the sky, eyes unfocused breathing ragged and uneven, she is barely aware of what's happening. The weapon is raised to her head, a shot rings out...and the creatures collapse. Huh... a dull pain in her stomach tells her she is alive.
A/N: And there we have it the first chapter. Like/comment/share. I would love to know how to improve, I am a novice writer so feedback is a must. Song suggestions are for the overall feel of the story not just the chapter so feel free to listen and relisten as the story goes on.