Freedom
Loki stepped out into the bright sunlight on the other side of the prison door. He raised his arms to the sky and stretched, relishing in the freedom. He started to imagine what life would be like if he had his memory back, and it was wonderful. The sound of boots marching snapped him out of his daydream and, realizing that he was still in danger of recapture, he ran. He ran and ran and ran until he finally came across a cliff. Looking down over the edge he could see an encampment of the men who had taken him prisoner. He heard footsteps behind him and he knew that the soldiers from his prison would be upon him soon. He looked over the edge and prepared himself. He took a deep breath and took a running leap of faith off the cliff. Keeping his form, he stayed in a straight line throughout the nine-hundred meter drop.
As he neared the encampment, he opened his eyes, shifted his center of balance, and front flipped so that his feet would hit the ground first. Using some of his power, he cushioned the landing with a small electric force field. As he hit the ground, he felt himself stay upright and heard the startled scream of the soldiers, as his landing caused a huge shockwave, destroying everything within a 10 mile radius. He slowly got to his feet, cracked his neck, and looked around. "Holy shit that was painful," Loki groaned. Loki looked around once more at the destruction he had caused, and walked away. He entered a thick jungle of overgrown and mutant plants, his survival skills that came to him in visions were the only things that kept him alive. He traveled for days through the dense and dangerous jungle, using his powers to kill various wild creatures whether it was for food or from being attacked. After 3 more hours of crashing through the forest, Loki tumbled out onto a plain of rolling hills. In the distance, he could see a small village with small, but majestic buildings of stone brick, giving it a powerful and foreboding, but small feeling. Inside, Loki's heart leaped for joy at the thought of someone other than the men with gun was around, but then stopped cold as he remembered what had happened to the last village he was in. Maybe I could just pass through, get some food, and leave before the soldiers come, Loki thought. He started down the hill to the village at the bottom. Upon his arrival, and much to his dismay, it was a town owned and run by local militia.
"Fuck! It's just more of them. What do I do?" he asked no one in particular
"Just be stealthy," said his past self, "steal all the provisions you need, and get out of here."
Loki moved silently and swiftly through the village unseen and slipped into what appeared to be a storage house. He was correct in his assumption, as the building he was in not only had food, but weapons and ammunition as well. Loki quickly picked out enough food for three days and two of the electric swords like the one the guard used in the prison and snuck out. He almost made it out of the town before an alarm went off at the storage unit and he was instantly surrounded by ten guards equipped with swords. Loki looked at them, checking weapons and armor. He smiled slightly as he calculated the odds.
"Aw, ten to one, I don't think that's very fair…for you," Loki said as the swords he had pilfered shot into his hands and sparked with electricity.
"You cocky son of a bitch!" shouted one of the guards as he charged at Loki. As the guard swung the sword down, Loki caught the blade, smirking.
"Big mistake," Loki said as he stabbed the guard through the chest, killing him instantly. "Anyone else want to try?" Loki asked the remaining guards as they looked in horror at their fallen comrade.
"You bastard, you'll pay for that!" said one of the guards.
"Charge!" they all shouted as they rushed in all at once…
Loki stood there, looking at the bodies on the ground as he swung his swords into the backhanded position.
"Well, now that that's over," he walked over to the gate and exited the city, "I can continue to hunt for my past," he said to himself as he walked away from the city.