A jab to the punching bag, followed up by a right hook and then another and another, and so it continued through most of the night as Loki trained in the dojo. Wearing black loose sweat pants and a black sport bra, hair pulled back out of her face, not that there was enough hair to get in her face as it was.
She took a step back from the bag and brought her fist up in a boxing position, as she balanced on her toes and bounced a little as she stared at the punching bag before moving back in with a flying kick about head high on the bag landing on the ground easily. She caught the bag as it swung back at her, and sighed.
Her mood had decreased quite a bit in the last few days, as she remembered her not so long forgotten pass. She didn't know why these memories had begun to gnaw at her all of a sudden. But they were definitely having an effect on her. She rested her forehead against the punching back and shut her eyes, allowing the memory to return once again.
Flash Back
April 24, 1983
Bronx, New York - Morning Star Orphanage
A small girl, no more then age of 5 or 6 walked down the dirty halls dressed in a somewhat tattered yellow dress. She skipped along with an innocent smile on her face besides an older woman, dirty skin and clothes, bloodshot eyes and bruises along her face. The older woman looked down at her daughter with annoyance, sadness and something else.
Both came to a stop at an office door, the letters on the window of the door read: Social Services Office. The older woman stared at the door for long moment before taking hold of the handle and turning it. The office was...decent compared to the halls, though piles of paper were everywhere with people shuffling through them. The woman tugged gently on the young girls hand and led her into another back office where an old hag of a woman with a severe face sat and regarded the two unkindly.
The young girl smiled up at the lady and then proceeded to look around the office. Frowning slightly, it was so dull in there, nothing to play with. She turned back to her mother and looked up at her wondering why there were there, but before she could question, the old lady spoke.
"Ms. Cayne, I take it?" her tone was anything but pleasant and kind towards the girl's mother.
The mother nodded her tone quiet and full of sadness, "Yes ma'am, I've come to give my daughter a better chance at life then I could offer her..."
The little looked up between the two elder women, their words didn't have real meaning to a 5 year old, but she knew whatever it was, was making her mother sad which in turn made her sad.
The older woman simply nodded and looked over a file on her desk before standing up from her chair "I think you should say your goodbyes now..."
The girl mother stiffen and then turned and knelt down next to her daughter and gazed at her for a long moment before embracing her in a hug and planting a kiss on her cheek, whispering in the young girl ear, "Be strong my dear Silya.."
Silya clung to her mother for dear life, she didn't know why but she somehow knew that that would be the last she would ever see of her mother. The thought of that brought the young girl to tears. Her mother shushed her softly, saying things would be alright though they weren't.
They held onto each other for what seemed like forever, before the older woman came up to them and placed a hand on her mother's shoulder, "Come long miss we need to be on our way now."
Silya's mother let her go and stood up, wiping the tears from her eyes as she watched the older woman take Silya by the hand and lead her out of the back office.
"MOMMY! NO LET ME GO!!" Silya wasn't too pleased by this and her tears only increased as she pulled against the older woman's grasp, yelling and screaming all the way out of the office.
End of Flash Back
Loki let out a faint growl at the sight of the memory, still so fresh in her mind even after 20 years.
Silya...Silya Cayne...that was her real name, she took on Loki when she was 10 and ran away from the orphanage. It was a beautiful Italian name...but it held to many back memories for her. No one knew of her real name, no one save Gale.
Her mother had left her then in that office, thinking she was giving her daughter at life. If only she knew, Loki let out a halfhearted chuckle.
She pushed off bag and moved over to one of the wall and slumped down against it. Shutting her eyes again, letting the memories continue their onslaught...
She took a step back from the bag and brought her fist up in a boxing position, as she balanced on her toes and bounced a little as she stared at the punching bag before moving back in with a flying kick about head high on the bag landing on the ground easily. She caught the bag as it swung back at her, and sighed.
Her mood had decreased quite a bit in the last few days, as she remembered her not so long forgotten pass. She didn't know why these memories had begun to gnaw at her all of a sudden. But they were definitely having an effect on her. She rested her forehead against the punching back and shut her eyes, allowing the memory to return once again.
Flash Back
April 24, 1983
Bronx, New York - Morning Star Orphanage
A small girl, no more then age of 5 or 6 walked down the dirty halls dressed in a somewhat tattered yellow dress. She skipped along with an innocent smile on her face besides an older woman, dirty skin and clothes, bloodshot eyes and bruises along her face. The older woman looked down at her daughter with annoyance, sadness and something else.
Both came to a stop at an office door, the letters on the window of the door read: Social Services Office. The older woman stared at the door for long moment before taking hold of the handle and turning it. The office was...decent compared to the halls, though piles of paper were everywhere with people shuffling through them. The woman tugged gently on the young girls hand and led her into another back office where an old hag of a woman with a severe face sat and regarded the two unkindly.
The young girl smiled up at the lady and then proceeded to look around the office. Frowning slightly, it was so dull in there, nothing to play with. She turned back to her mother and looked up at her wondering why there were there, but before she could question, the old lady spoke.
"Ms. Cayne, I take it?" her tone was anything but pleasant and kind towards the girl's mother.
The mother nodded her tone quiet and full of sadness, "Yes ma'am, I've come to give my daughter a better chance at life then I could offer her..."
The little looked up between the two elder women, their words didn't have real meaning to a 5 year old, but she knew whatever it was, was making her mother sad which in turn made her sad.
The older woman simply nodded and looked over a file on her desk before standing up from her chair "I think you should say your goodbyes now..."
The girl mother stiffen and then turned and knelt down next to her daughter and gazed at her for a long moment before embracing her in a hug and planting a kiss on her cheek, whispering in the young girl ear, "Be strong my dear Silya.."
Silya clung to her mother for dear life, she didn't know why but she somehow knew that that would be the last she would ever see of her mother. The thought of that brought the young girl to tears. Her mother shushed her softly, saying things would be alright though they weren't.
They held onto each other for what seemed like forever, before the older woman came up to them and placed a hand on her mother's shoulder, "Come long miss we need to be on our way now."
Silya's mother let her go and stood up, wiping the tears from her eyes as she watched the older woman take Silya by the hand and lead her out of the back office.
"MOMMY! NO LET ME GO!!" Silya wasn't too pleased by this and her tears only increased as she pulled against the older woman's grasp, yelling and screaming all the way out of the office.
End of Flash Back
Loki let out a faint growl at the sight of the memory, still so fresh in her mind even after 20 years.
Silya...Silya Cayne...that was her real name, she took on Loki when she was 10 and ran away from the orphanage. It was a beautiful Italian name...but it held to many back memories for her. No one knew of her real name, no one save Gale.
Her mother had left her then in that office, thinking she was giving her daughter at life. If only she knew, Loki let out a halfhearted chuckle.
She pushed off bag and moved over to one of the wall and slumped down against it. Shutting her eyes again, letting the memories continue their onslaught...