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So, this chapter and the next are going to be kind of dark. Jenilynn's past is revealed!
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Chapter Four
Jenilynn's P. o. V:
Tony approaches me when I exit Loki's room after finally calming down. "So, I see Loki took the mime spell off?" I nod.
"Only after making me turn into a Frost Giant," I grumble. Tony shrugs.
"Hey, it's a step to remembering your past. Speaking of which, Bruce and I have been talking. We may be able to use an electronic pulse to stimulate the part of your brain that stores the memories. If you would be willing to try it, Bruce is setting up the lab," Tony offers. I nod.
"I've accepted the biggest part of my past. What have I got to lose?" Tony grabs my hand and pulls me to the lab. Bruce helps me get up on the table. Electrodes are attached to my temples, and my arms and legs are strapped down. "What are you doing?" I demand angrily.
"We're securing you so that you don't thrash around and hurt yourself. The electrodes will help us stimulate the right areas. This should not cause any discomfort. If it does, let us know, and we will stop. Okay?" Bruce asks, his even tone reassuring. Despite my anxiety, I nod my consent. Bruce gets ready to start the current, but I stop him.
"Can you get Loki down here? I'd feel safer if he was here too."
"Does little Jenilynn have a crush?" Tony teases me. My cheeks burn red.
"No! He understands me. I want him down here." Tony nods, then turns to go find him. However, Loki appears in the room a second later. I relax as he walks over. "Okay, you can do it now," I inform Bruce. Bruce nods and starts the current. I keep my mind as blank as possible, waiting to see if any memories surface. Sure enough, the memories start to trickle in. I can see a cold, icy landscape that I assume to be Jotunheim. Suddenly, the scene changes. I am standing at the edge of a clearing, watching a bloody battle. Jotuns are battling Asgardians, but both sides are suffering dramatic losses. I watch as men fall, heads separated from their shoulders. The ice turns red with blood. Bile rises in my throat. I feel the urge to rush into the battle, to convince the two groups to stop fighting. "No!" I gasp. Bruce immediately turns off the current and takes the electrodes off if my temples. I lay on the table panting for a few seconds before Loki's curiosity gets the best of him.
"What happened? What did you see?" I sit up and try to stop my hands from shaking.
"I saw Jotunheim. Jotuns and Asgardians were fighting, killing each other. I couldn't stop them," I tremble. Loki takes my hand gently, a gesture that does not go unnoticed by Tony and Bruce. I see them exchange raised eyebrows, before the focus shifts back to me.
"Is that it?" I nod.
"I don't want to use that any more. If that's what my past was, I'm better off not knowing," I state firmly. Bruce nods slowly.
"Okay, we won't use that any more. Hopefully these memories can be forgotten as quickly as they were remembered." I nod in agreement. If I never see those images again, I will be happy.
Loki leads me out of the lab. My legs feel weak and shaky. We both go visit the kitchen, hunting for a snack. Clint and Natasha are still sparring somewhere, and Steve is probably in his room, drawing. I can hear the sounds of the television coming from the room over. Thor must be in there.
Once I have some food in my belly, I go up to my room and collapse on my bed. The events of the day exhausted me, and soon, I fall asleep.
I dream of the battle scene that I saw before. I watch the warriors fall, young and old alike. More memories begin to surface as well. I see wives and children receiving the news of their fallen father or husband. My heart breaks with grief as they all cry, grieving the preventable loss. I wake up shaking, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. My mind wanders, and before I know it, I am having a flashback.
/flashback/
I am sitting in what appears to be a kitchen of a house. A woman who I assume is my mother enters the room and starts talking to me. "There is no news about your father, so he must still be alive. I've seen so many people cradling the bodies of their dead," the woman says, her eyes looking haunted by the memories. A shudder runs up my back.
"One day, I'm going to stop the fighting once and for all!" The woman looks at me sadly.
"I really hope you can."
/end flashback/
Shivers wrack my body, and I dry heave. I wish I never would have agreed to let my memories be stimulated. Things would have been so much better.
Loki's P. o. V:
Jenilynn has not come out of her room in almost three days. The trays of food lay untouched outside her door. Bruce has forbidden me to enter her room. Something about letting her learn to cope. I trek up the stairs to Jenilynn's room. Once again, the food sits, untouched. I pick up the tray and knock gently on her door. When there is no answer, I try the door. Unfortunately, it is locked. I teleport in, but the sight I see makes me wish I hadn't. Jenilynn is curled in a fetal position on the bed, her hair lank and greasy. Under her eyes looks bruised, and she's shaking. I set the tray down and rush over to her bed. "What happened to you?"
"Flashbacks," she manages.
"When's the last time you ate?" Jenilynn shrugs. I go over to the tray and grab the glass of juice. "Drink this. You need to get some sugar into you. After that, you're going to eat a good breakfast, okay?" Jenilynn nods numbly. I hand her the glass, and she sips at it absently, eyes gazing to the horizon. When she finishes the juice, I bring the solid food over. She nibbles at the toast gently, which is probably a good thing. Since she hasn't had anything to eat in over three days, I stop her after the piece of toast. There's no need for all of the sustenance to come back up again. Once Jenilynn has calmed down some, I try to get some information. "What are you flashbacks about, and how often are they?"
"Killing, death, suffering, the likes. They can occur anywhere from one every ten minutes to one an hour. I haven't been able to sleep, eat, or drink. Loki, I need help." I nod.
"Would you like something to keep your mind off of them?" Jenilynn nods. "How would you like to learn to use the magic that is lying dormant inside you?" Her eyes light up, and she looks a bit livelier. "We'll start with something easy, like conjuring fire to your palm," I inform her, calling the flame easily to my hand.
"How?"
"You have to reach deep inside yourself to find the magic. Once you've found it, you need to focus your entire mind on creating a ball of fire in your hands. To ahead and try." Jenilynn closes her eyes, scrunched up her nose, and concentrates for all she's worth, but nothing happens. "Go ahead and try again."
Almost three hours later, Jenilynn manages to conjure and hold fire in he palm for as long as she wants. She is a natural when it comes to magic. It took me much longer to master the skill she learned today. I did notice that she didn't have any flashbacks though. Maybe the magic will be able to distract her enough to work through her past. Maybe, with my assistance, she can be whole again.
So, I have a few chapters planned ahead, and there will be a chapter of pranks for each Avenger, after Jenilynn gets her revenge on Loki. Incentive to review ;)