A/N Here's chapter two. This one was ridiculously hard to write. I couldn't quite decide where to go with it, and certain aspects were difficult to plan out and still make it seem believable.

The searing pain continued to rip through Loki's body. His body writhed under the spell the guard had placed on him. He could no longer scream, his voice had gone hoarse what felt like hours ago. The chains that held him against the wall scraped against the raw skin of his wrists, adding even more misery to the demigod's torment.

Oh how he wanted it to end. How he wanted something of comfort, something familiar. It had been longer than Loki could remember since he had felt something of general comfort. Even the feel of the sheets from his bedroom would do.

His bed, his books, he missed them so. Even if he didn't want to admit it he wanted nothing more at the moment than to crawl into his bed with its mountains of pillows and just sleep. Maybe, then when he woke up, this would all prove to be one nightmare.

But no.

The pain was all too real. Nightmares weren't this painful, nor did they last this long. They didn't feel this real. Loki knew this was no nightmare. His body was in absolute agony. The spell cast by the guard had not yet been lifted and he continued to writhe against the chains that held him to the wall.

Loki was unsure of when the guard flicked his wrist again an lifted the spell, but eventually the never ending pain was slowly lifted. The guard left, leaving Loki in a curled up mess on the floor only to return moments later with something made Loki blanche more than he already was.

The guard held a long piece of golden thread and a needle in his hands.

Loki as much as he could tried to scramble away from the guard knowing all too well what was coming. They were going to sew his mouth closed. It wasn't until the chain yanked him back to the harsh, cold ground that he remembered, he was trapped. The guard approached him with the needle threaded. Loki as best he could moved away from the guard but it was to no avail. The guard grabbed his thin, pale arms and used the chain to bind them behind the demi god's back leaving Loki completely at the guard's mercy. He held Loki's head in place and slowly began to stitch his mouth closed. At first Loki screamed, but the screams soon turned into whimpers. The guard left the room, leaving Loki's lips dripping with blood, and his arms still bound behind his back. He tried to fight back the tears that brimmed in the back of his eyes, but eventually they fell, one by one.

Time crawled. How much time had passed, Loki was unsure, but it moved at a snails pace. With his lips sewn shut, he could not eat nor drink. His already weakened body grew more gaunt and frail as the next several days passed.

The guards came and inflicted their torture upon him on a daily basis. With his powers stripped from him he was unable to heal his body. Old wounds only became deeper and infected from lack of care. Loki could slowly feel the life being drained out of him.

One particular day a guard walked in with the thread and needle yet again. Loki visibly trembled at the sight of them.

"I do wonder, what would happen if we sewed your eyes lids shut. Shall we see?" Loki's eyes were panic ridden as the guard came closer. Were they slowly going to deprive him of each the five senses? He struggled against his shackles as the guard approached him.

Anywhere he wanted to be anywhere else other than here.

Hell even Midgard would be better than this. Maybe on Midgard he would have a chance. The world he once tried to rule becoming his sanctuary. If only he could tap into his locked magic.

"Focus Loki." He told himself. If he could summon enough energy he could teleport himself out of here. After that? Well he would figure it out when he reached that point. He focused his mind as best he could attempting to ignore the guard drawing closer with the needle and thread. Loki thought of nothing other than leaving, escaping, transporting himself away.

"Please," he begged his mind.

He'd decided if his mind would not allow him to tap into the locked magic, he'd end his misery himself.

He had no other option, he'd tried it once before when Odin rejected him on the bridge.

Loki could feel the guard drawing near. Just as the guards' fingertips brushed against Loki's face, the demigod vanished.


The phone rang loudly enough to awaken twenty two year old Nyanna Stewards from her deep sleep. She turned over towards the phone, tossing her chocolate brown hair out of her face.

2:30

It was 2:30 AM.

Groaning, she picked up the phone.

"Its 2:30 AM. What could you possibly need at 2:30 AM? Her voice had a tone of annoyance, only hidden by how tired she was.

"We've got a patient for you Nya. He's in pretty bad shape, can't figure out what the hell happened to him. We didn't think we would have time to call a doctor in from the city." The annoyed look dissipated from the young doctor's face as she jumped out of her bed pulling a hoodie over her head.

"Bring him over."

The doctor hurriedly began arranging the spare room across from hers so that it would serve as a semi functional hospital room. This was always the room that served as her makeshift hospital room, she had the set of it down to a science. The walls were tinged a light beige against a lighter wood floor. It was simply furnished with a large bed, a dresser and a night stand. The bay window opposite the door usually let the mid afternoon sun in.

Just as she was finishing her setup, the doorbell rang. Nyanna flew down the steps and swung the door open, stunned at the sight that met her eyes. Cradled in the sheriff's arm's was a man with a face you would have to live under a rock to not know. There was not an inch of skin that was not covered in a laceration or a bruise as far as she could see. Blood was dried over his lips from them being sewn shut. His chest rose and fell quickly indicating how shallow he was breathing. His mid neck length black hair was in a complete disarray.

"Don't just stand there, get him inside!" Nyanna barked. She recognized this man from the news, she knew who he was, what he'd done. Even in Bolton Vermont, they had heard of Loki, who had decimated midtown Manhattan.

That was not going to stop Nyanna.

The sheriff carried Loki up the maple steps until he reached the room he knew that Nyanna used as her care room. He set him down gently on the sea foam green bedspread as Nyanna set about checking his vitals, rapidly writing things down on a clipboard. The sheriff stood aside as she moved to check his heartbeat.

"Nan, you know who he is I should-"

"Sheriff, you know I don't turn away anyone who walks in here," she said interrupting the sheriff not taking her eyes away from Loki.

"He's dangerous Nan."

"Yeah? And how dangerous could he be to end up like this?"

The sheriff's face softened into a smile, knowing there was no way of deterring the young doctor from her decision. He left the brightly lit room leaving Nyanna to tend to Loki.

She checked his temperature, noting a fever as she mulled over the sheriff's words. This was the same man that had destroyed part of Manhattan. He was a villain, an enemy. Yet here she was, cleaning the raw skin on his wrists, among his various other wounds. Once she that task was complete, Nyanna set up an IV in the hopes of alleviating the dehydration his body had suffered.

As carefully as she could, she took a pair of sewing scissors and snipped at the threads binding his lips together. She was thankful for him being completely unconscious at the moment. After the thread was out, Nyanna cleaned the punctures where the thread had been.

It was certainly odd seeing the demigod from the news in such a vulnerable state. It didn't take her long to figure that this must have been the punishment for what he had done on Earth. She could from his wounds and his malnourished body that he must have endured this treatment for over a month.

"How the hell did you get here? And what am I going to do when you wake up?"

Nyanna already knew the answer, knowing herself all too well, as she settled into a chair next to Loki's bedside planning to monitor him for the night.

Another loss was unacceptable.

A/N: Voila! The way I was thinking with Loki being able to access his telepathy was along the lines of the same feeling you have in an adrenaline rush. You can tap into things you normally can't when you're desperate. There's the introduction to my OC, her past will slowly begin to be revealed as the story progresses but I don't want to give to much away. I honestly hope the way I wrote Loki's "escape" was well done, it gave me the most trouble. Please read and review! Its a little discouraging to see a large amount of story views in the stats, and only one review on the story itself. I really like to know what my readers think.