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"Here's the newspaper," Cassy pulled a bunch of newspapers from her bag.
"It's the latest ones."
For Freyja who had limited contact with the world, Cassy would bring her magazines and newspapers. Freyja never went to school, so Cassy sometimes brought her textbooks to teach her as well. But Freyja wasn't the best student.
She was quick-witted and adapted everything pretty fast. However, she thought most of the educations were useless and boring, especially maths. So she refused to learn university mathematics. (Which failed cause Cassy was passionate.)
"Look, Tony Stark was attacked during the Monaco Grand Prix by some Russian dude." Cassy opened the newspaper and read the first line.
Freyja gave it a quick look and said, "Huh, didn't he say it would take many years to catch up with his tech? Guess not."
"But he took care of it with his Iron Man suit. So it's fine."
"Well, he's performing noblesse oblige himself, isn't he?" Freyja snorted and tasted her latte. Fuck! What is this? Was Jay trying to give her a diabetes?
"It's still a relief that he is on citizen's side."
"Citizens? Does he even KNOW what that is? He lives in a fancy house, owns most of the building in New York. In his eyes, we are nothing more than a beggar on the street." Freyja regretted the moment she said it. Okay, she went too far.
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For a while, none of them talked. During the silence, Freyja watched the woman sitting in front of her. She's known Cassy for almost 16 years now. Though she saw many kids grow up and leave the orphanage, she always found human's growth process interesting.
Now, the little girl who was looking for her parents grew up and was about to step into the real world. She could feel her heart grow warm. She even felt like she was a mother watching her kid grow.
She giggled at the thought, thinking it was ridiculous. Freyja looked at Cassy to realized her gaze was upon some place outside. She followed the line of her gaze and found some Latino gangs gathered at the corner of the street. In New Bern, it wasn't unusual to see gangs do what they do.
So she turned her gaze back to her latte, thinking what would drinking it all benefit her. She scowled at the mug like she was about to throw it away. But apparently, Cassy had other ideas. She suddenly stood up.
"They are robbing a kid!" she yelled. Freyja glanced at the corner again and found a small boy trying to defend himself.
"Sit down, Cass." Freyja turned back to her greatest dilemma.
"You're just gonna watch it?"
"No, I'm not even going to WATCH."
"Quit the word game, Freyja Freyr Rogers!" She snarled immediately at Freyja, raising a hand to stop her talking. She was calling her by her full name, not a good sign.
"I'm actually helping you. If I catch all the bad guys like them, what will the cops do? Less job opportunity for you, too." She sighed and made a decision to throw the latte away. She picked the cup up.
"What if it was me?"
"Excuse me?"
"If I was the one getting beaten up there, what will you do?" Cassy was clearly mad right now. Freyja was uncomfortable, arguing with Cassy was the last thing she wanted.
"That's a different story."
"There's no difference. If you keep on ignoring people in need, it'll come back to you one day."
"Are you saying I'm the bad guy? Because it sounds like that. If I start helping every single one, there will be no end. It's not a job for me."
"Alright, then. I'll do it myself. It's a job for ME."
With that, she stormed out the door. Freyja cursed silently and followed her. Cassy knew so well how to get Freyja into action. Freyja considered seriously about ignoring Cassy for the rest of her life but soon concluded that it was a cruel thing to do.
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"You should be ashamed. Don't you have others to pick on? Maybe someone your own size?" Cassy said, placing a hand on her waist. She stood in front of four big men.
"Just saying, this is totally her opinion. I have no problem with you guys," Freyja pant after catching up with Cassy on the alley.
"Cass, let's go," she pulled Cassy's arm, but she didn't move. Instead she jerked Freyja's hand off.
"Listen to your friend, missy. It's none of your business," said the guy with a ponytail. Cassy turned her eyes and saw a boy curled up on the ground. Without notice, Cassy's fist flew through the air and landed on the ponytail guy's face. Unexpected, the man staggered but the blow wasn't powerful enough to knock him out.
"You fuki-" ponytail guy grabbed Cassy's wrist. Freyja snapped.
Freyja snatched the guy's wrist and stroke his abdomen with her feet. He flew across the alley and hit the wall hard.
Other three man leaped at Freyja and Cassy quickly grabbed the boy and hid behind the pile of woods. A man with a huge scar on his face tried to smack Freyja. But she ducked and immediately punched his jaw. He joined the ponytail guy, falling unconscious. Another guy grabbed her back collar. With her arms too short to reach her back, she bent her head back to hit his face.
While he stumbled, Freyja quickly turned around to punch him again. He fell to the ground. The ponytail guy stood up from the ground and took a gun out of his pocket. Freyja turned around and jumping over the guy with a baseball cap, she slided behind the pile where Cassy and the boy were hiding. Just after Freyja ducked behind the pile, the bullets hit the place where her head was a few seconds ago.
Freyja breathed heavily and waited for the moment. She glanced at her right to see if they were okay. Cassy was fine and the boy was looking at Freyja with a stunned face and an open mouth. Freyja looked at him and told him, "Next time, you save yourself." After that, she picked up a wooden stick beside her. She took the chance when the bullets stopped, to throw the stick at the ponytail guy.
The stick stroke his head and he stumbled back, lowering the gun and putting a hand on his head. Freyja didn't miss it and jumped out to throw her fist into his ribs. She was certain they were broken.
After the ponytail guy was knocked down, Freyja looked around her. All men were lying on the ground, unconscious. Freyja turned around to Cassy.
"You okay?"
"We should go. The cops will be here soon and you will get in trouble if they find us and tell Ms Carroll." Cassy said, helping the boy up.
"Should have thought that before you punch the dude's face." Freyja snorted.
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Soon, the cops came to the alleyway after the report of hearing a gunfire. When they saw the alleyway, they lowered the gun in surprise. Four big men were tied up together with nothing but an underpants. Behind them, there was a big 'You're welcome' on the wall.
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"Hey, it's dinner," a man said outside Freyja's door. She was reading the newspapers.
"Where's my chocolate, Paul." Freyja said lazily.
"I told you tha-"
"Chocolate! Paul!" she screamed like a maniac, cutting of his word. She enjoyed freaking him out sometimes like this, his reactions were worth it. That was probably the reason why he was so afraid of her.
"Jesus! Fine! I'll ask! You're freaking me out…" Paul replied quickly as if he was afraid that she'll start screaming again.
"THANK YOU."
Paul walked away and Freyja quickly finished the food on food tray. She lied on the bed and took the necklace out of her inner shirt and looked at it. The Dvergrs haven't found her for nearly 20 years. Then it was possible she was safe on Earth. If that's so, maybe she'll leave this orphanage and travel. She never had a chance to leave this town.
'Doesn't seem so bad. I can visit Cassy in New York.'
She took the necklace off her neck and placed it on her desk. She pulled the blanket to her head and turned away to face the wall. While not noticing the necklace glow bright.
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"I've picked up a trace of the weapon," Venlingr, the leader of the Dvergrs growled. This was the first signal they captured since the girl slipped through their fingers. As they failed to get their hands on the weapon, they had no other option but to retreat. It wasn't easy, though. It cost them 4 ships and a lot of Dvergr soldiers. Only the 3 ships were able to escape Asgard.
"Set the course to Midgard!" Venlingr shouted at the pilot. The girl won't be lucky this time. They have recovered well. He clenched his fist. The hologram on his tracker was indicating Earth with a small blinking dot.
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The next day Freyja headed to a small farm just below the mountains. She opened the door on the house between the farms and stepped in. An old lady in the kitchen noticed her.
"Freyja! Good lord! You're here!" Mabel, surprised to see Freyja, shouted.
"Honey! Lucas! Look who's here!"
"My goodness! It's you!" Lucas came running from the storehouse.
They greeted her with a warm hug and stared at her face for a while like they've never seen her before.
"You're just in time for lunch. Go wait in the sofa, dear. It won't take long," Mabel smiled at her and went back to the kitchen.
"Well, it seems you'll never starve anywhere else. You don't miss the time for food." Lucas sat down on the sofa and Freyja followed him.
For a minute, they watched the News on TV. Soon, Mabel called them to the table and they hopped out the sofa sat down. Mabel placed mouth watering cheese gratin on the table. Freyja deepely inhaled the marvellous smell and reached out to scoop it up. But she was stopped by Mabel.
"Freyja, how many times do I have to tell you to wash your hand before meals? You too, Lucas." Freyja grumbled and ran up the stairs to the bathroom in a blink of an eye.
During the meal, Lucas asked Freyja how she has been doing.
"Pretty well. I think I'll visit you guys more often from now on," she mumbled through her chewing.
"Oh, you said your friend was living for New York, didn't you?"
"Yeah. All by myself, now."
"Those young people always have their eyes fixed outside home. But when they go out there, they'll miss home the most. I don't understand why they don't realize that sooner." Lucas snorted.
"That's the mystery." Freyja nodded.