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Final Night
Chapter 2: Disguises
Heimdall stood there, slack-jawed. If there had ever been a better chance to kidnap her, he hadn't seen it. But, no, Mayura had just walked him to the park and then had gone on her merry way, off to see Loki. Heimdall, for lack of a better term, was confused.
"There's no need for you to understand what's going on right now, Heimdall," a male voice answered his unspoken question.
Heimdall grumbled. He had almost managed to forget about the one way mind link he had been placed under. Almost, but not quite. For those that were under such a link and could sense it, a soft and quiet humming would always be present in the back of one's mind reminding them that they were being watched. A person could link to your mind giving them the freedom to see what you see, hear what you hear, listen to that person's thoughts and if the subject under the link was weak enough, even control what they say.
Not to say that Heimdall felt like he had gotten the short end of the stick. And sure he had to wear a dress, a wig, makeup, and the colour contacts, all part of a disguise he had been assured was absolutely necessary to quickly gain the trust of an already incredibly trusting person; but he would've gladly worn the facade for the rest of his immortal life because of an item he had gotten along with the disguise: an eye. When he had first put the eye into his eye socket he had felt a warmth he had missed for far too long. It felt like almost all his anger and need for revenge had floated away from him the moment he placed it inside. Unfortunately it wasn't a glass eye - a fake. The glass eye was just another item to the disguise and now that his part in the plan was over, he would be forced to get rid of it. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen when he got his true eye back. Would he have a much stronger reaction than with the glass eye? Would he be rid of his anger towards Loki forever? Would he finally be free of his cursed child form, the child form he'd been sealed into when his eye had been taken? He had so many questions. Questions that would only be answered when that day came.
"Your answers will come, Heimdall," the male reminded him. "As soon as this is over, I can guarantee you that you'll have your eye back."
The man brought his attention back to the general direction of where Mayura had run off to. His eyes had an edge to them, as if silently calculating how much time he had left to spare. "Did you make sure she touched the ball?"
Baffled, Heimdall nodded. "Yes she did. You even saw it. Why bother asking?"
For a moment, he just stared ahead. "It was extremely important that she came into contact with that red ball," the man grinned.
"And why is that?
The grin disappeared, quickly replaced by a snort of laughter. "It's of no importance to you why it's important she touched it. Not yet, anyway."
Heimdall muttered something inaudible. Everytime he had questioned this 'plan' the male would just laugh and give him the same answer without fail. It was more than just a bit annoying and Heimdall had half a mind to try and shake a real answer out of the guy. Thankfully, the other half of his mind managed to keep him from doing so.
The man gave Heimdall one last vicious smile and began to walk off. "I have some important business to attend to," he announced. "But before I go, I have something important to tell you."
Heimdall stood there and waited hoping it would finally be some revelation about the plan.
"You might want to get out of that outfit. You look foolish," he laughed and walked off not waiting to see Heimdall's reaction.
Heimdall stood there for a few minutes his mind a blank. When his senses finally came too, however, he stomped on the ground and shouted, "Weren't you the one who put me in this ridiculous outfit in the first place?!"
He heard the man's sardonic laugh far off in the distance. Heimdall opened his mouth to shout something back when he felt the humming of the mind link softly fade away.
Finally free of the mind link, Heimdall griped for a moment and began his walk home, hoping no one he knew would recognize him.
Author's notes: Eh...I can't believe I left posting the second chapter for well over a month. : I had full intentions of uploading this a long, long while ago but as the saying goes: when it rains, it pours. A relative I met once passes away and I'm forced to go the funeral and meet people I'll never meet again, then my friend and I decide to open a graphics site together in the near future so I've been working on lots of things for that along with a bunch of other projects I have in mind and development, and then I lost my internet connection for a while. xX A few days before I got it back I reread this chapter and now you're looking at the fifth version of chapter two. XD I decided that the original version revealed too much too quickly and I didn't like that so I rewrote it...several times.
Now that I have my internet connection back I should be updating a bit more frequently. Well that's what I'm hoping for anyway. My schedule leaves much to be desired. I promised myself when I first started the fanfic that if it killed me I'd finish it, and finish this fanfic I will. XD
Final Night
Chapter 2: Disguises
Heimdall stood there, slack-jawed. If there had ever been a better chance to kidnap her, he hadn't seen it. But, no, Mayura had just walked him to the park and then had gone on her merry way, off to see Loki. Heimdall, for lack of a better term, was confused.
"There's no need for you to understand what's going on right now, Heimdall," a male voice answered his unspoken question.
Heimdall grumbled. He had almost managed to forget about the one way mind link he had been placed under. Almost, but not quite. For those that were under such a link and could sense it, a soft and quiet humming would always be present in the back of one's mind reminding them that they were being watched. A person could link to your mind giving them the freedom to see what you see, hear what you hear, listen to that person's thoughts and if the subject under the link was weak enough, even control what they say.
Not to say that Heimdall felt like he had gotten the short end of the stick. And sure he had to wear a dress, a wig, makeup, and the colour contacts, all part of a disguise he had been assured was absolutely necessary to quickly gain the trust of an already incredibly trusting person; but he would've gladly worn the facade for the rest of his immortal life because of an item he had gotten along with the disguise: an eye. When he had first put the eye into his eye socket he had felt a warmth he had missed for far too long. It felt like almost all his anger and need for revenge had floated away from him the moment he placed it inside. Unfortunately it wasn't a glass eye - a fake. The glass eye was just another item to the disguise and now that his part in the plan was over, he would be forced to get rid of it. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen when he got his true eye back. Would he have a much stronger reaction than with the glass eye? Would he be rid of his anger towards Loki forever? Would he finally be free of his cursed child form, the child form he'd been sealed into when his eye had been taken? He had so many questions. Questions that would only be answered when that day came.
"Your answers will come, Heimdall," the male reminded him. "As soon as this is over, I can guarantee you that you'll have your eye back."
The man brought his attention back to the general direction of where Mayura had run off to. His eyes had an edge to them, as if silently calculating how much time he had left to spare. "Did you make sure she touched the ball?"
Baffled, Heimdall nodded. "Yes she did. You even saw it. Why bother asking?"
For a moment, he just stared ahead. "It was extremely important that she came into contact with that red ball," the man grinned.
"And why is that?
The grin disappeared, quickly replaced by a snort of laughter. "It's of no importance to you why it's important she touched it. Not yet, anyway."
Heimdall muttered something inaudible. Everytime he had questioned this 'plan' the male would just laugh and give him the same answer without fail. It was more than just a bit annoying and Heimdall had half a mind to try and shake a real answer out of the guy. Thankfully, the other half of his mind managed to keep him from doing so.
The man gave Heimdall one last vicious smile and began to walk off. "I have some important business to attend to," he announced. "But before I go, I have something important to tell you."
Heimdall stood there and waited hoping it would finally be some revelation about the plan.
"You might want to get out of that outfit. You look foolish," he laughed and walked off not waiting to see Heimdall's reaction.
Heimdall stood there for a few minutes his mind a blank. When his senses finally came too, however, he stomped on the ground and shouted, "Weren't you the one who put me in this ridiculous outfit in the first place?!"
He heard the man's sardonic laugh far off in the distance. Heimdall opened his mouth to shout something back when he felt the humming of the mind link softly fade away.
Finally free of the mind link, Heimdall griped for a moment and began his walk home, hoping no one he knew would recognize him.
Author's notes: Eh...I can't believe I left posting the second chapter for well over a month. : I had full intentions of uploading this a long, long while ago but as the saying goes: when it rains, it pours. A relative I met once passes away and I'm forced to go the funeral and meet people I'll never meet again, then my friend and I decide to open a graphics site together in the near future so I've been working on lots of things for that along with a bunch of other projects I have in mind and development, and then I lost my internet connection for a while. xX A few days before I got it back I reread this chapter and now you're looking at the fifth version of chapter two. XD I decided that the original version revealed too much too quickly and I didn't like that so I rewrote it...several times.
Now that I have my internet connection back I should be updating a bit more frequently. Well that's what I'm hoping for anyway. My schedule leaves much to be desired. I promised myself when I first started the fanfic that if it killed me I'd finish it, and finish this fanfic I will. XD