'Sup, guys? I'm so sorry I haven't uploaded in forever! Stupid writer's block! *throws computer across the room* Yeah, anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, 'cause I worked really hard on it!
Chapter 7: Interrogation
I looked up at my sister in shock. "B-but how..." I sputtered. "You're supposed to be dead!"
"That's not a nice thing to say," she said with mock hurt in her voice.
I shook my head in disbelief. "I just don't understand. You died when that tornado hit the house."
"Well, I did," she said.
"Then how the hell are you here, standing beside me?!" I cried.
"Loki brought me back to life. He used an ancient Asgardian spell that can heal and reanimate the dead."
"Wait, what do you mean 'reanimate'? Reanimation involves attaching a temporary soul to a dead body," I said. "So does that mean your only here temporarily?"
"Not necessarily," my sister replied. "The kind of magic Loki used is ancient and powerful, and has a longer-lasting effect."
"So if he were to turn my hair blue or green, I wouldn't be able to get it out for... God knows how long?" I asked, my tone swimming in sarcasm.
"Well, I am the God of Mischief," said Loki. I stuck my tongue out at him and gave him a look that said, "Oh, I didn't know that! Heck yeah, I knew." He just ignored it.
"For a person being held captive, you sure are talkative," said Elizabeth. I rolled my eyes.
"You were expecting me to act differently?" I asked mockingly. "No, don't answer that. I'm probably guessing that you bunch of idiots wanted me to scream, cry, and protest at your every word. Well, I hate to break it to you, but no way, José. Not happening."
"Shut your mouth." Loki growled.
"Again, not happening. I can do this all day, you know," I retorted.
"Do you want to see your sister and friends alive, girl?" Loki snapped. Now he had my attention.
"I could really give two shits about my sister," I told him. "My friends are a whole different matter. Lay a finger on them, and expect me to go berserk." After saying that, I really did shut my mouth. I had just given away one of my secrets to this lunatic! Way to go, Allison, I though. Just keep flapping your gums like that, and the world won't be screwed(Ahem! Sarcasm!).
Loki smirked in triumph. "So, I finally found one of your weak points. I'll make sure I find every way possible to harm your so-called 'friends,'" he said, and turned to leave.
"Touch them, I kill you!" I cried. I could see the smile - no, grin - on his face, and I immediately wanted to slap it right off of his ugly mug.
"Try and stop me," he replied. "I doubt you will be able to get out of those bounds." I seethed in the spot I laid, until I remembered something that he said.
"Wait, what do you mean 'so-called friends'?" I asked him angrily. He turned around and smiled down at me.
"Well, haven't you thought about it?" he asked. "If they were your true friends, they would have come and rescued you by now."
"They probably have zero idea where I am! You can't expect them to figure it out that quickly!" I screamed. "Take Tony for example..." I added.
"You mean the Man of Iron?" Loki questioned. "Yes, from the look of it, he is quite stupid..."
"We actually agree on something. Scary," I muttered. I knew Tony was a genius billionaire, but you had to hand it to him. He did act pretty dumb and obnoxious.
"Anyway," interrupted Elizabeth. "Loki plans on getting rid of you in a few days. Have fun waiting for your pathetic, lonely death," she laughed and followed Loki out the door. I lowered my head onto the bed and sighed in defeat. Tears pricked my eyes, and I didn't hesitate to let them flow.
After what felt like hours later, I heard someone come into the room again. "Are you ready?" Loki said.
"Ready for what?" I rolled my eyes.
"Your interrogation. I plan to make good use out of you," he said, "and I will make you tell me exactly where your friends are."
"And why would I do that?" I snapped. "Do you think I'm dumb?"
"Well, you are a blond," said Elizabeth.
"Oh, that is so stereotypical!" I cried. She chuckled evilly.
"Hmm, have I angered you, little sis?" she mocked.
"You're only older than me by a few minutes." I growled and yanked at my bonds.
"Does that matter right now?" Loki interjected. "You can save your sibling rivalry for later."
"It's more than just a sibling rivalry." I pointed out.
"Whatever," said my evil twin sister. "Can you just let him talk?"
"Nope," I argued. "This will last for as long as I want it to, because I can do this for hours."
"Allison," my sister snapped, crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance. "Do you remember who's a hostage, here? That's right - you."
"You don't have to remind me, or rub it in my face."
"Apparently, I do."
"Stop it, both of you!" Loki interrupted. We both stared at him. "I will not tolerate this nonsense! Neither of you like each other, and I can see that."
"You don't like me, either." I told him.
"That is not important right now," he snapped.
"Anyway, can we just move on so we can get this over with and I can have just a little bit of quiet time?" I asked. "Please?"
Loki sat down in a nearby chair and looked me dead in the eye. "Where, exactly, are your friends right now?"
"Hm... Let me think... They're in 'None of Your Business-Land'," I chuckled. He let out a low growl, and I bit my tongue. I did not like the way he was looking at me.
"Well, I know they're somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean," I answered.
"Good. I'm happy to see you cooperating," he said, his tone softening a bit. "Next question: Can you tell me anything that you know about your friends?"
"I can't answer that. I would never betray them," I argued.
He sent a glare my way, but I sat unflinching underneath it. "What are your powers?"
"I can control fire and air, for starters," I said, trying not to reveal too much, "and I can fly."
"Do you have wings?"
"Um... maybe..." I squeaked.
"Ugh! I give up!" Loki screamed and jerked out of the chair. It flew back and clanged loudly against the stone wall, making me cringe. Anger and hatred burned bright in Loki's dark eyes.
"Loki," cooed Elizabeth. "Don't get mad."
"You try interrogating that girl!" He yelled and raised a hand. Elizabeth flinched and stepped back.
"I have a name, you know!" I cried in annoyance. He glared at me and stormed over to my bedside.
"Shut up! I'm sick of you!" Then it happened all too fast: all I saw was a blur, then a stinging pain flared across my right cheek. Tears sprang to my eyes, and my face burned. My head had been jerked to the left from the force of Loki's hand, and my neck hurt from the sudden movement.
"Did you just slap my sister?!" Elizabeth cried in real, true shock. At first, I couldn't believe that she was standing up for me, but then I saw something flash in her eyes; Loki's mind-control spell was wearing off!
"Next, it will be you!" Loki growled and stepped over to my sister, slapping her in the face as well. She yelped in pain and stumbled into the wall behind her, and I heard a loud crack as her back popped in a way it shouldn't. She crumpled to the ground and hot tears flowed from her eyes.
"Don't touch her!" I screamed and felt adrenaline surge through my entire body. I let out a cry and yanked - hard - at the straps which bound my wrists to the bed. Surprisingly, they snapped, and I jumped up from the bed and lunged at Loki. He simply flung me out of the way and I flew into the wall, crumpling beside my sister. He uttered a laugh that sank deep into me and stayed there, intimidating me and reminding me who's boss.
"It's not over, Loki ," I muttered. Though the person who had said it wasn't me; it was someone else, inside me. My tone had gained a lustiness to it that scared me, and newfound power coursed through my veins - power that wasn't mine.
"All...i...son?" Elizabeth whimpered, making it clear that it was hard for her to speak. "Why... do you... sound... different?" I tried to turn my head to look at my sister, but I couldn't due to the pounding headache that had formed at my temples and the back of my skull.
"It's Demonica," Loki whispered in awe. "She's awakening inside Allison." I stared up at him, shock written on my face.
"Who?" I moaned.
"Demonica. An evil spirit, as old as time itself," he answered. "It just so happens that her blood is passed down in your family, and you, Allison, were lucky enough to receive her."
"Lucky?" I practically shouted. "You call having an evil, really freakin' old spirit living inside your mind 'luck'?!"
"Yes, of course," he said. "She only chooses the children who she thinks are weak, and then she makes her home in their bodies."
"I'm anything but weak!" I screamed.
"Oh, not true. You'll do anything for your friends and your sister, even risk your own life. In technical terms, that feeling you hold for them allows you to be easily defeated," he reminded me.
"I'd never thought of that," I muttered to myself. "My friends would do the same for me! I bet your soldiers would die for you!"
He let out a chuckle of half-glee. "My soldiers are only the pawns on a bigger chess set. They head into battle, knowing they'll die, and they fall one by one."
"So, what? You're the king?" I asked him.
"Of course," he nodded. "And one of you could be the queen."
"Oh, God! Yuck, no!" I gagged. "What the hell?!"
"I wasn't asking you," he interjected. "I was directing it toward Demonica."
"Still, no," I answered, still gagging. "Demonica's a part of me, so basically I'd be..." I shuddered, not wanting to finish the sentence.
"You'd be my wife?" I only nodded, afraid to open my mouth in case something came up and out.
"That's a scary thought." Elizabeth said, her voice a barely-audible whisper.
"I know." I agreed.
Loki stepped toward the door, but before he left, he turned to me. "I'll be back later." Then he vanished from the room, leaving me and my sister lying on the cold, hard ground, too much in pain to move.
I was almost in tears writing this... It's sad, in a way... *sniffles* Poor Allison...
So, yeah, hopefully next chapter will be uploaded soon, if I can even get started on it. Hold on just a sec. *runs over to my friend, Alina, and cries on her shoulder*
Alina: Um... okay then...
Me: You might need to change that shirt now...
Alina: *looks down at her sleeve* Thanks! This was my favorite shirt! *storms off to her room while muttering incoherent things* See you guys next time.
~FanFicWriter102