Lights danced across the drunken streets of Las Vegas, Nevada. People sway and topple onto the concrete roads. A flashy club came into view. Its occupants were pressed together in mindless moves. A small room rested near the back, it being the source of the lights and hypnotizing music. The woman inside was leaning back in her leather chair, a laptop on her desk.
The lazer-like lights bounced off of the neon walls. Golden orbs scanned the laptop screen, waiting. The small building vibrated as the music's volume was increased. The door burst open and a tall, wide eyed man stumbled inside. His neon green hair stood up in a mohawk, giving his height a few more inches.

A pale pink stain covered the front of his wrinkled blazer. His flushed face matched the stain on his shirt. The man let out a breath of whiskey-stained air and smiled from ear-to-ear. The woman dropped her combat boots off the paint-splattered desk and stood up. Her electric blue nails tapped against the back of her chair.

"Loki, there you are! I've been lookin' for ya!" His gruff, raspy voice drifted through the woman's ears. She crossed her arms across her 'Legend of Zelda' shirt. A silver bracelet around her wrist glittered, and the silver 'Loki' charm reflected the colorful lights. Her mouth lifted into a soft, lopsided grin.

"I've been here," Loki replied in a 'you-should've-known-that' voice. Her golden eyes flickered for a brief moment.

"Well...Shuddup!" He huffed. Loki let out a chuckle as she made her way towards the door.

"There are some weird lookin' dudes outside. Said they're wantin' to speak to ya," The man said. He shuffled back and allowed Loki into the sea of fazed dancers. She made her wat through the crowd. Large, green double doors appeared before her. Loki stepped into the empty, outside world.

Two burly men stood near the doors, their meaty faces framed by curly, brown hair. Both men glanced over at Loki. Their eyes were covered by wrap-around sunglasses. Loki dug her boots into the gravel and sighed. Her golden eyes moved across their faces, watching the way their thick lips curled back.

"Hello, boys," Loki's calm voice entered the silence. Both men came forward, their movements jerky and tense. They move like robots, Loki thought. She flexed her fingers and shifted her weight.

"Are you Amethyst Bagens?" One burly man said in a monotone voice. Loki threw a look over her shoulder as the man from before came outside.

"Yeah, but I go by Loki," She replied. The robotic men glanced behind Loki, eyeing the man with the green mohawk.

"This is my boss, Clay," Loki motioned towards her boss, and he smiled. His wild eyes glistened as he took Loki's hand.

"You alright, Loki?" Clay's voice wasn't as raspy as before.

Loki nodded before turning her attention towards the burly men.

"So, why do you need to talk to me?" She asked. Both men suddenly pulled out tasers, their stances threatening. Neither of them spoke. The air had gone stale. Clay looked over at Loki, seeing the way her golden eyes narrowed. She clenched her fists and smiled.

"Well, looks like we have a problem here, boys," Her voice was still calm, but something about the way she spoke made a chill go down Clay's spine. The air around them began to shift. It blurred as if someone was running their finger across a canvas. Loki glanced down at her combat boots and smiled a Cheshire Cat smile. Clay knew that smile all too well. She was planning something. Something bad.
The wheels in her head began to turn. She shifted and a chuckle escaped her lips. Suddenly the burly men were thrown back against a brick wall. A crack echoed through the air. The club's loud music was muffled behind Loki and Clay. The men stood up, and half of their skin was shredded. Bits and pieces of metal was visible. Small, yellow sparks exploded and burned their suits.
Loki let out a deep breath of air and took a reluctant step forward. Her boss attempted to grab her hand, but she was already too far away. Her golden eyes moved across the men's torn faces, watching their jerky movements. Before she could react, the burly men had Loki pinned against the rain soaked streets. Clay went to help, but his body wasn't moving an inch.
He bit down on his red lips and scowled. Loki threw her fists against the men's faces. Her head violently shook until one of them pulled out a small gun. Loki's body went limp as the gun numbed her muscles. Her eyes flickered and slowly closed. Clay let out an ear shattering scream. He watched as the burly men pulled his friend across the roads. She didn't struggle. She didn't move to an escape.
Loki was captured by the enemy.

Golden orbs stared into the pitch black darkness. Dead lights covered the pale, cold room. Blurry bodies drifted throughout the room, checking each machine. Loki kept her hands closed into tight fists. She lat still on the metallic bed. Her eyes watched the needles that pierced her pale flesh. Drops of blood fell onto the bed.
Scientists spoke in quick voices, commanding eachother. They never looked at Loki, never touched her. They were afraid of her. Afraid of what she was capable of doing. The room filled with a deadly stench. The scientists moved out of the room just before red lights blazed across each wall. Sulfur and brimstone tickled Loki's senses. She knew that smell. Her golden eyes closed.
Screams echoed throughout the lab. Loki let out a deep breath and frowned. The metallic door burst open, and the lights shattered the darkness. The straps around her wrists were shredded. Loki opened her eyes and watched the man that stood near her. His piercing blue eyes were focused on her, watching her.

Loki sat up, her arms crossed over the robe she was forced to wear. She stared at her savior and sighed.

"Why am I not surprised to see you, Azazel?" She asked. He smiled at her before gently helping her off the table. His blood red fingers curled around her wrists, sending warmth up her arms. Loki glanced down at her bare feet. Blood drenched the tile floors, dripping into the thin cracks. Azazel slipped off the jacket he wore and slipped it around her small shoulders.
Loki moved away from the mutant and picked up the clothers that rested on a nearby table. Her eyes danced across the bracelet around her wrist. It made her heart twist into a tight knot. Why do I still wear it? She asked herself. The question raced through her cleared mind. She glanced over her shoulder and stared at Azazel.
"Thanks for savin' me," She muttered. He slowly nodded and took hold of her cold hands. She sucked in a large amount of antibiotic stained air before feeling herself being pulled into a vacuum. Both figures disappeared, leaving behind a cloud of black and red smoke.

Clay watched the thin, long haired police officer flip through file-after-file. His heart was beating against his chest. It wasn't easy trying to convince the police to help him. His tall, neon green mohawk had flattened after running here. He had burst into the police station, screaming about robotic men kidnapping his friend. Of course, the police knew he worked at a club nearby, and they believed he was drunk. But they decided to help him anyways. It took nearly an hour until the police were searching through their files. Now, Clay sat at a table, waiting for any sort of news on the burly men.

The door to the office opened, and a young, rookie cop stumbled inside. Clay remembered seeing him at the flashy club, dancing with a few other women. The young cop placed his hands on his knees and breathed deeply. A vanilla folder was thrown onto the table, its contents scattered. Photos of the two men appeared before Clay. He knew it was them, but in the photos, they looked so human. Hope filled his wide eyes.
The long haired police officer took one of the files into his thick hands. Clay leaned forward, his nails digging into the arms of the chair. A T.V. flipped on, and a video played. The two men appeared on the screen, dragging Loki down a hall. They lifted her onto a metallic bed, their movements causing her pain. The burly men disappeared as men in white coats surrounded her. They pushed needles into her pale arms, not caring if she could feel them or not.

She was just laying there, dead, like a corpse. Suddenly red lights flashed across the screen. The scientists ran off, leaving Loki alone on the bed. The door opened and a shadowy man rushed inside. Clay's heart almost stopped. He knew that man. Anger welled up in his heart. He watched as his friend took the savior's hands. They disappeared in a flash of smoke, and the video ended.
Clay's eyes narrowed into beady slits. The police men stood there, not believing what they just saw. Clay shot up from his chair and moved towards the door.

"Sir, where are you goin'?" Both men reached for him, but he jerked away from their grip. He ignored the strange looks he recieved and marched outside into the rainy night. Clay slid into a cop car, and it came to life. The car sputtered and coughed as he pushed it down the road. An old radio station played through Clay's ears. His mind wandered to Loki. He had her. That man.
Clay brushed off the police men calling him over the station. His mind was set on finding his friend and taking her home. He wasn't going to corrupt her again, not like the last time. No, Clay wasn't going to let that happen. The car blazed past the speed limit and into a cloak of rainy darkness.