Hello my little Doves (: Be prepared, this chapter is longer than usual. If you read the 'Controlled TEASER' then you know that scene was SUPPOSE to be in this chapter, but I decided to wait until next chapter to add in that scene, plus it will be a little different. Anyway, this chapter was difficult because I'm still getting over this stupid cold, and I didn't go to school today. Stupid sickness . Onward to the story! I own nothing expect Nymeria and the story.
(Loki POV)
They all stand there, staring at him as he holds up the drawing covered in blood.
"Is that…?" Tony begins, but he stops himself.
Thor finally moves and takes the paper out of Loki's hand and looks over it. "Where could they be?" Thor asks, putting the paper down.
"They hate sunlight, correct?" Rogers asks, his arms crossed over his chest.
Loki nods. "They would be hiding underground, somewhere that no one would find them."
"Like a mine, or the sewers?" Barton speaks up, walking closer to the group.
Loki nods again.
"How can we be certain of where they are?" Romanoff asks, walking next to Barton. "Can we track them?"
"Maybe, but it would be very difficult." Banner says, picking up the drawing to look at it.
"Do you remember anything about the phone conversation Nymeria had with that woman?" Rogers asks.
"She met with her, some bakery. Bryans bakery I think." Banner replies, slowly placing the paper back down.
"Then we'll go there, see if they left anyone behind, or if we can find any leads." Rogers looks over to Loki. "Any you'll come." Loki nods.
"Do you want us to stay here and hold down the fort?" Barton asks.
"Yes. And Stark," Rogers says, making Stark look up from the ground, "you're coming with us but staying back incase one of those things tries to attack."
Stark nods and they all look to Loki. He just stands there, appalled by their sudden plan to save Nymeria. Or at least try to save her.
(Nymeria POV)
Her whole body aches as she slowly gets up from the cold spot on the ground. Her mind is in a blur as she stands up, but she stumbles backwards and falls back down. She tries to steady her gaze on something, but finds that next to impossible, considering everything around her is black.
Her eyes scan the space but she can't find one single ray of light. Where was she? Is she blind? In that moment she remembers what happened.
She quickly stands up and searches the space again for any Dark Elves, but the area is quiet. Her mind races as she tries to come up with a positive outcome of what had happened, but she cannot. Suddenly, she hears a laugh that seems to be coming from all around her.
"Looks like you have finally awoken." A familiar voice says,
Vakna. Her whole body heats up with anger. She reaches for the gun in her holster, but notices it is missing. "Fuck." She whispers to herself.
"But," His voice says again, "begin awake won't be enough to save you."
His words confuse her. "What do you mean by that?" She shouts back, but she's answered by quiet.
She stretches her arms out, as if trying to feel for something, but her hands only grasp air. Suddenly the blackness flashes and turns into a bright white, blinding her. She covers her eyes with her arm and waits a second before looking again.
She no longer stands in the darkness, but a small room. There's a small white crib with pink sheets and a mobile hanging over it with animals dancing around it. A white rocking chair sits in the corner with a pink blanket thrown across it, and a changing table sits opposite of the crib. The walls are all painted white and the window is hidden by pink shades.
The door suddenly opens and Nymeria jumps back and readies herself to be attacked. But instead of someone trying to kill her, a woman runs in, holding something in her arms.
The woman looks almost familiar. She has long black hair and deep violet eyes, much like Nymerias. She wears a smile white dress with her hair pulled back into a bun, and her skin is a beautiful white, like it has never been touched by sunlight.
From the cries she can tell the woman is holding a baby, and it's wrapped in a pink blanket. The woman tries to quiet the baby as she closes the door and locks it. She then places the baby in the crib, grabs the rocking chair, and shoves it under the handle to keep it from opening.
Nymeria stands there fazed. What was going on? And where the hell was she? The woman runs past Nymeria and grabs the baby screaming in the crib.
Does the woman not see me?
"Shush Nymeria," The woman whispers, "It's going to be alright." She takes the baby and sits in the corner rocking her and humming to the child.
Did she just call the baby Nymeria?
Without warning she hears the sounds of people yelling from the opposite side of the door. The rocking chair under the handle moves along with the door as the people ram it.
"Open up Lilith Faecke!" A voice yells from outside the room.
"Never!" The woman yells back, holding the child closer to her chest.
Everything almost freezes for Nymeria. Did she just hear what she though she heard? Does the woman have the same last name as her? Why did she call the baby Nymeria? Was this all just a crazy coincidence? And why doesn't the woman see Nymeria? And why are their people trying to break into this room?
What the hell is going on?!
The door suddenly breaks open, sending pieces of the wood flying everywhere. Nymeria shields herself with her arms as people barge into the room. She instantly knows them.
Their faces aren't familiar, but their uniforms were. They were all SHIELD agents, all four of them. The came into the room and grabbed Lilith by the arm, forcing her to stand up.
"Give us the child." A deep, almost to familiar voice says from behind her. Director Fury walks into the room and stands in front of Lilith.
"Never. She is mine." She spits back, desperately holding onto the baby.
Fury nods and one agent pulls the child from Lilith's arms and the other hits her with their gun, making her fall to the floor.
"Well now she's ours." Fury says, as if Lilith could hear him. He nods to the four agents and they run out of the room with the baby. Fury walks up to Lilith and pulls something off of her neck.
He holds it in his hand for a second, but that's long enough for Nymeria to see what it is. In his hand he holds a silver necklace with a small flower that holds an emerald in the middle. The flower is no bigger than half of her pinky nail.
Nymeria's eyes widen with shock. She grabs the small necklace around her neck and looks at it. She looks back to the one in Director Fury's hands and gasps. They're the same necklace.
She remembers Fury told her that her mother left her with that necklace when they found her. Did they find her? Was this a memory?
In an instant everything flashed white and then returns to the blackness she awoke in.
"What's going on?" She screams into the darkness.
She hears a noise behind her and she swings around, her eyes trying to focus on the figure walking towards her. She's about to attack when familiar face appears.
"Loki." She whispers, and runs towards him. She runs into his chest and he wraps his arms around her, bringing her closer to him. They stand there for a minute before she relies something. He's hot. He's not cold.
She tries to back out of his grasp but it only gets tighter. She can feel the heat from his hands seep through her shirt. "Let go of me!" Nymeria yells into his chest.
"Never." He replies, his voice deep and rough.
His arms get tighter around her, making it difficult to breath. She takes her heel and digs it into the man's foot, making him yelp. Then she head butts him, making him stumble backwards.
Abruptly he disappears and she's left alone in the darkness. Her mind races trying to figure out what's going on when all of the sudden she feels something on her back, and then it shoves her.
She falls to the ground and lands on her hands and knees. She quickly turns over and looks up to what shoved her. The black eyes of Vakna stare down at her as she tries to stand back up, but he doesn't let her. He jumps on top of her, pinning her to the ground. He holds her wrists above her head with one hand, and his knee pushes against her stomach, keeping her on the ground.
"I'm surprised you figured out my trick to quickly." He says, his voice deep and smooth. He smiles, his pointed teeth peeking through his lips.
A shiver runs up her spine, making her shake violently. "Where am I?" Her voice is weak and fragile, which makes Vakna's smile widen.
"Your own mind darling." He whispers.
"Excuse me?" Her face of confusion seems to please him.
"You are currently unconscious right now." His words confuse her even more. "I am a Dökkálfa. I can control dreams and nightmares; I can enter them and twist them into my own little fantasy. Your mind is mine. But your memories… They are very interesting."
"What do you mean by that?" She says, almost spitting at him.
"The fact that the people who raised you lied to you and told you that your mother left you, when really they stole you from her, and then they killed her." He smirks down at her.
His words make her blood run cold. "They killed my mother?" Her voice is barley above a whisper.
"No, they didn't kill her. You did." With his last words lingering in the air, he disappears.
"Wait!" She screams, but he's already gone. What did he mean by she killed her? All at once everything flashes white and she's taken somewhere else.
She stands up and finds herself in a room with walls that are a worn brown with parts of it gone. The windows are shattered and there are bloodstains on the dark wood floor. This place is all too familiar.
It was her first assignment as a spy. She was only fifteen when they sent her to Paris to kill someone, and she couldn't remember why she was sent to kill the woman. A noise from outside the room startles her and the door swings open. A woman runs in with long black hair and blood covering her clothes. With a closer look she remembers the woman.
She was from the last 'vision' Nymeria had. The woman had the same deep violet eyes, long black hair, and pale white skin. The only difference was that she looked older that before, and she was covered in blood.
Nymeria looks back to the door and watches someone else walk in.
"Are you still trying to hide?" The voice says in French, and she can tell it's her fifteen-year-old self. She walks in with her black hair tied into a tight ponytail and she wears a skintight black suit with one holster on each thigh.
"Please, tell me what I did?" The woman begs on her knees.
"You know exactly what you did, Lilith." Nymeria's past self replies.
She raises the gun and the woman screams. The sound of the gun firing fills the room, along with the sound of the woman's body falling to the floor. Nymeria watches as her past self put her gun back into the holster and runs out of the room.
"That," Says Vakna behind Nymeria, "Was your mother."
She nearly stops breathing. "No."
"Yes. They sent you to kill your own mother." His voice slowly fades.
"No!" She screams, falling to the floor. The scene before her disappears. Soon enough she passes out herself.
(Loki POV)
It took them forever but they finally found it. They finally found where the Dökkálfa were hiding, and that meant he would find Nymeria.
They now all walk down into an abandoned mine somewhere outside Middletown, New York. They had gotten the location out of a Dökkálfa they found lingering around Bryans Bakery. As soon as they discovered the location of the mine they had left without question.
Loki was not so joyed to be left alone with the Avengers. He could feel the death stare he received from Barton and Banner as the walked down the long paths. He stopped them all when he heard the faint sound of footsteps coming from somewhere ahead of them.
He peaked around the corner and saw a pair of Dökkálfa walking down the hallway away from them. He slowly followed them, making sure the shadows concealed him and the others. He motioned for Barton to shoot the two when they came to a huge metal door.
Barton did so and the two Elves dropped dead from the arrow. He quickly ran for the door and it opened and everyone followed. The doors closed behind them and they stared at three different paths.
"Okay," Rogers says, keeping his voice low, "Stark and I take one, Banner and Thor, and then you three." He points to Loki, Natasha, and Barton. "We all take one."
"How do we know if one of us get in trouble?" Banner asks, looking questionly at Thor.
"If you don't find Nymeria or Vakna then leave and go back to Stark Tower. We can all handle ourselves." Rogers's nods and everyone goes down their assigned tunnel.
As Loki runs down the tunnel followed by Natasha and Barton a fire rises in his chest. When he finds Vakna he will kill him.
(Nymeria POV)
She wakes to find herself in a chair inside of a dark room. Sadly, she was slowly getting use to waking up in dark rooms. She tries to stand up but is unable to move. Is she paralyzed?
She looks down to her wrists and finds them held to the chair by thick rope, along with her ankles and stomach. She can feel the rope already burning her skin as she tries to pull her wrists loose, but it's no use. She hears a door open behind her and she freezes.
"They've come." Vaknas voice whispers behind her. Her eyes follow him as he slowly steps in front of her.
"What?" She asks, her voice hoarse.
"Your lover, and others have come to try and save you." He laughs as he sits down across from her in another chair. "To bad they won't find you." He smirks.
"What do you mean by that?" She asks, leaning back in her chair.
"You'll see soon enough." He whispers, standing up to walk in front of her. He leans down so his face is level with hers. "But first," He says, his eyes trailing to her stomach, "I need some… blood."
She feels a knife enter her ribs and she lets out a loud scream. Pain quickly sets in and she can feel blood spilling from her wound. She throws her head back as she tries to muffle the whimpers coming out of her throat.
She feels the knife enter again only this time it's a little higher. She screams again and can hear it bounce off the walls. Her lungs struggle to take in a breath as she slowly looks back down to Vakna.
"That'll be all for now." He whispers, and then leaves the room without looking at her.
Her whole body begins to shake violently as the pain worsens. She can't even feel her stomach anymore, and she wasn't sure how long she'd survive bleeding out like this.
She wasn't sure how long she was in that chair for, but she kept fading in and out of consciousness. She can remember someone coming in to torture her, cut her up or bruise her, and all she could do was sit there and take it. One word ran through her mind the whole time.
Loki.
That's all for tonight my beautiful Doves. I wanted to go into a little more depth about how they find her, but I need to think over that scene a little while longer. I actually have a little request for all my artistic Doves (: I was wondering if anyone could possibly make some fan art? Hmm yes? :D I would love to be able to show off my awesomeness of which my Doves are! SO if anyone would like to, please do (: I hope you liked the chapter, please review/favorite/follow :D I LOVE YOU C;