Chapter 2
My heart races as I quietly slide behind the column, resting against it, trying to catch my breathing as terror fills my lungs. He couldn't have seen me. My eyes are frantic, and my pulse seems to race by itself. Calm down. Now. I order to myself, but my body doesn't listen. I hear his footsteps leave and the door shut. I risk a small breath of relief. You're okay. It was just as the calming thought entered my mind, that I felt something grab me from behind, slipping between the column and I. His cold hand placed over my mouth to prevent my scream and I look behind me, his pale green eyes looking into mine. My heart beat freezes and I feel the adrenaline take over my nervous system. I'm dead. I try to struggle but his grip is firm.
He leans down to my ear and whispers, "Don't struggle shadow, the guards would see you."
He pauses and I hear a smile rise into his face, "And these guards would enjoy a young girl like you."
My thoughts are running, suddenly halted by his words. I look around me, my eyes desperate for some sort of hint that I may manage to escape his grip. I tremble against his chest, fear racing through my viens. I can't breathe. Breathe! BREATHE! A shallow breath escapes my nose, and I look up at him, absorbing the cruel smirk on his lips.
"Be very quiet now."
His tone threatening, I look down at the ground. My sister's face flashes before me as she looks up at me, nervous and I hear her words as clear as the grip around my lips. "You'll be back soon, now won't you?" I feel anxiety fill inside me. She's safe. I remind myself, not very confident on that fact. The green eyed man jerks me back, and I feel my flesh burn, not very painfully, but enough to set me into panic. I struggle against him, and I feel his grip tighten up, and he pushes me forward. I'm out of the shadows now, and I feel violated by the light. The guards, they'll see me! Yet they don't. He walks behind me, leading me out of the room, I dart my eyes at the guard and they're oblivious to us. Can't they see me? We keep walking, my mind frantically searching for an escape route, observing every detail. The burning feeling disappears once Loki pushes me inside a room, locking the doors behind us. He lets go of me, and I jump away from him, taking my blade out and gesturing it at him as I keep my distance. You're a defender not an attacker, I remind myself.
"Now, now, there's no need for that."
His voice is sadistic, and his green eyes trace my figure. I step away further, and dart to the door, pulling and pushing with all my force. The doors don't budge. I consider screaming. Who will hear you? Those lizards might, but whose worse, them or this man? I turn back around, keeping my knife close, knowing it won't render me any security. He watches me, his eyes reveal his fascination.
Now that I'm looking at him, he asks softly, "How did you get all the way to the cube?"
Not very hard with your blind guards. I choose not to answer, and look around the room. The bed is large and the room is plated in gold, and furnished with wooden tables, plush couches, and large drawers.
He repeats himself, this time his tone is more persistent, "How did you get all the way to the cube?"
I look back at him, his eyes were hard to look away from, but I take in his sharp features and jet black hair. I know nothing of this man.
"I walked in there." I reply.
That was true, it wasn't very hard. How did he see me? A smirk rises to his face, and he begins to walk towards me. I clutch my knife, ready to attack any moment.
His figure disappears and I feel the cold grip around my wrists from behind, grabbing the knife away from me and throwing it across the room. I jump back, twisting around to be able to see him, get away from him. His grip around my wrists is tight, and he looks at me, his eyes piercing.
"You walked in here? Your sense of humor is different."
With his other hand he grabs my throat, wrapping his fingers around my neck. His powerful grip makes me struggle and gasp for air. I instinctively grab onto his arm that's chocking me. BREATHE. I inhale but my lungs struggle to retrieve any air, and I feel faint, my muscles collapsing. He lets go of me, and I fall to the floor, my lungs struggling inside me as I manage to breathe. The oxygen fills me and I look up. He towers above me.
"Mortals are pathetic. What did you want?"
I look away from him. I didn't want anything, this wasn't my idea.
"J-Just information."
I stutter as fear fills me again.
"Information about what?" He asks, and I'm unable to read his tone.
"About your security."
I whisper softly to keep my voice stable. He steps away from me and walks to the bed. I watch him as he sits down and it's obvious he's lost in thought. Will he end my life quickly? Maybe If I answer him, he'll grant me a quick death. I think about my sister and wish that I was with her to protect her. Fear gushes through me and I touch my throat.
