Chapter 2
He hugged me? Why would he? He tries to choke me, and then he hugs me. What the hell is going on here? This is all so confusing. Then a blinding light struck both our eyes, instinctively, I jumped backwards and landed on my ass. The man was wailing in pain, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. As he was blinded in the few moments I had, the SWAT had come out from nowhere and grabbed me. They took me and threw me in the back of the CIA's black van, and without a moment to lose, drove off leaving the man in the dust alone. Of course, the man tried to follow as fast as he could, but still being somewhat blinded by the light, he tripped on his foot and fell on his face. Then it was quiet. A man in an eye patch introduced himself. "Hello, my name is Nick Fury, I am the head of the government agency called SHIELD, and what you have experienced is now confidential, and you are now property of the secret service of the United States of America." At first I flinched, but then it all began to hit me, faster than a kick from a cheetah. "What the hell is happening?" I screamed as I still was recovering from this trauma. "Who the heck was that wierdo and what does he want with me?" This was happening all so fast, but Mr. Fury was calm. "That weird man happens to be the man I warned you about on that phone call. His name is Loki Laufeyson and he is the Norse god of Mischief." At that point he had lost me, I was in complete disbelief. Why in the world was a Norse god after me in the first place? In my mind, I am the ugliest and most annoying human being on the entire face of this planet. I was just in so much shock. It took about 2 hours to get to this secret base where "Loki" could not reach us. Don't get me wrong, he knew where we were, he just couldn't reach us… not with all the security. At that point, I needed 4 stitches to my head and I was cranky, and sleepy, so there in the back of the CIA's van, I cried myself to sleep. When I woke up, I was no longer in the CIA's van. I had my stitches in and I was in some sort of, glass box with holes. It turns out the glass was bulletproof and you needed a passcode to leave. I didn't know why or what this Loki guy/god wanted with me, and I didn't care, I wanted to punch him, and I just wanted to go home. Meanwhile somewhere in Brooklyn, in a rundown apartment, Loki sat on a couch, very quietly. His minion had asked him if he wanted tea, but Loki was so angry that he took the kettle, threw it at the wall, and vaporized it with his Odinstaff. Then he flipped a table, and then sat back down. He was so pissed. But just as his scowl couldn't get any angrier, he lifted his head, and smiled. A smirk so evil the minion felt his skin jump off and crawl. He was now hysterically laughing, and boy oh boy that was bad. That usually meant that someone or somebody or something was going to die, and he knew who or what was going to die indeed. He signaled his minions in the room. His minions had heard him laughing and they were afraid he was going to kill all of them, but he didn't. "My faithful followers, tonight, we infiltrate SHIELD." Then he began to stand and he smirked. "We will not be alone tonight." They then all walked out the room and he shut the door behind him. There was going to be blood tonight, and Loki knew it.