Disclaimer : not mine
Chapter two: the true meeting
If pressed, any of them would have called them drunkards, or maybe even drug addicts, two model- like figures, a male and a female, two green eyed beauties with midnight black hair, with such a resemblance that they could have been confused for siblings. one was bleeding profusely and the other was covered in her companion's blood.
Every person that walked past the pair looked at them as though they felt pity, and something both hated was exactly that. Two pairs of vivid green eyes glared at every citizen that dared talk to them. They walked in a slow pace, set by the injured male, one of his arms draped carefully across her shoulders staining her tight blue shirt with droplets of blood, the other hanging limply by his side, broken bones in three different places, his face showed defeat as when he had woken up the female had yanked at his arm with ferocious strength until he had agreed to go with a raspy and unused voice.
Her face showed a hint of regret mixed in with a ferocious scowl, she dragged the man as his thin figure made it as difficult as possible to move for the girl, it was ten at night yet the girl showed deep exhaustion. her mask slipped slightly cracking her demeanor and showing a hint of the haunted kristangel.
"Loki right?" She muttered attempting to make small conversation with the god before she got to her new apartment.
Tired green eyes examined Crystal as she frowned from the lack of response
"Thought so, my name is Crystal Hill" she closed her eyes waiting for any kind of acknowledgment from the man, a spark of hope shone brightly behind many thoughts and memories, if he called on her lie she would take him home, if he did not then she would simply stop walking and let go of Loki, because if he did not then he was just like everyone else, something to be hated and despised.
"A lie, a well concealed one but a lie never the less" his once- overconfident voice croaked back, lips complaining as the puncture marks on his lips reopened, letting blood run freely down his face once again.
"How would you know?" The Green haunted eyes of a god looked forwards, a dull stare watched millions of people as they moved without purpose. "Hey, are you going to answer me?"
Eyelids came down slowly and two legs stopped walking.
A male scream pierced the night with its inhuman terror
We were walking, awkwardly so, all of a sudden he screamed like a lunatic.
But I guess that is just regular behavior for the god, for example, when I had woken loki, he had just stared at me blankly then after a second, as if realizing he was not being held captive, he proceeded trying to claw my eyes out, the little ungrateful bastard, because even if he was bruised everywhere, and he had cuts and broken bones I was still Kristangel and nobody hurt me, ever.
He was no match for me, because he was wounded, and I am trained to defend myself no matter what.
So here I am now, hugging loki as I drag him and trying to get him out of plain view because as zombie- like as he was before. I liked him better like that way, not passed out in the middle on yet another sidewalk after screaming bloody hel.
Expectators all around me try co comprehend why in hell my supposed brother is crumpled on the sidewalk bleeding all over the entrance of an apartment
Said place is my home, a four stories high house to be exact, it is nothing special just a plain home with white walls and lots of one way mirrors that face outwards.
The next moments are a bunch of events crumpled together, and I'll admit not my best. I dropped loki and digged around for my keys, can't find them kick the door open with a steel toed boot and go inside look around, remember that I left loki behind, get him and take a whole half an hour to put him on the large couch I bought yesterday, its white beautiful structure stained deeply with every passing second. I roll my eyes and smile down at him, without realizing it, I had picked up a god that looked just like someone I knew, someone that had changed my life for the worse.
My eyes snapped open, yet I did not see anything. only one thought overcomes my senses escape, don't let them touch you. I kicked and punched, because even if they had released my limbs they were probably going to torture me again, I knew someone was there watching yelling at me to... Stop. Yes, a female voice.
... With that god.. thug? No wait, thor yeah, that's it
That girl with the green eyes and black hair that looked just like me, the one that had lied effortlessly about her name.
My limbs stopped moving and my eyes looked around locking after a moment with that girl's
"A- are you done" she asked slowly, holding her left arm with her right hand. She looked at me in disbelief, she was surprised maybe that I had hit her, but no, more like surprised she had not hit back
My mind traveled back to the torture, then my escape, everything came back and suddenly I backed away from the girl, it was probably a trick, she was going to take me back, yet I cannot fight back, I am much too weak for that.
"Loki, calm down, I would prefer that you don't have a panic attack in my home" she spoke softly and then reached out with her wounded arm towards my face, and stopped just shy of my bleeding lips "I'll get you something for that just calm down" she disappeared from my view and retrieved something from somewhere in the same floor. As she came back she held a small box with a wet rag.
"Now hold still, I swear if you hit me again I will drug you and kill you in your sleep so just don't okay?"
My eyes stared in disbelief at her and then I laughed, a low malicious laugh, I could feel it, the girl was not lying
Kristangel concentrated on the wounds on loki's face as he looked up at the ceiling without moving so much as a muscle. his green eyes were unfocused, signaling his mind was not there, but instead in the past.
A low voice made him snap out of it
" Loki, you're going to need to... Take off your armor and stuff. I'll just go get some string so I can sew your wounds shut" she left once again,he winced mentally at the words sew. after a moment loki raised his hand and twisted it slightly, ridding himself of all of his upper garments, leaving him only in a pair of midgardian pants.
"Ok thanks" she worked rapidly and effectively, cleaning and sewing deep cuts and putting bandages on them afterwards. After what seemed like a short time she finished. "I'm done now, can you get up?" His eyes closed and one of his arms raised slowly and tightened on the upper part of the couch then slowly he lifted himself into a sitting position.
"Why?" The first word that the god had uttered while completely conscious had been expected, something that indicated he did not quite understand why a stranger would care.
"You look just like him you know, green eyes and black hair with a strange past, he died- no he was killed. I need to know why too. It would just be a waste to kill such an opportunity" she started pacing all of a sudden, a little put off by her confection, because it was true yet she had not known it until now.
"I... Cannot stay here" truth
"You are leaving me" she shot back
"Maybe so" lie , a slight tick in his eyebrow, almost unrecognizable
"Why?"
"I need something" truth
"The tesseract? The staff that controls people?"
"No" truth
"Then what"
"I need information" truth
"And what do you want me to do about it?"
"You need to join S.H.I.E.L.D, find their weaknesses" truth
"And what do I get back?"
"I shall see when the time comes, now will you do it?" Truth
The girl assessed every word out of his mouth, she stared at him then nodded, she had her reasons for it.
"Then you shall start tomorrow, for now I need sleep" the god lowered himself so that he was laying there. she turned around and walked soundlesly towards her room, as she reached her door she heard a faint yet echoing whisper
"tomorrow you shall tell me your real name. Crystal simply is a name that does not fit you."
With a smile on her face she opened the door and took off her tight blood stained shirt, replacing it with a loose black shirt.
As her thoughts wandered and her eyes closed, her excitement rose. tomorrow she would not be Crystal, or Ellie, or Autum like she had been the past five years. Tomorrow she would be Kristangel, a spy with strange abilities and one of the most talented liars in the whole universe.