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Sorry for the long wait, everyone! :-D Hope you enjoy this chapter!

30th June 2014

"Loki! Loki! LOOOOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIII!" Sigyn yelled, pushing through the crowds of swarming people. "Loki! Where are you?"

"Sigyn! Sigyn!" Loki came hurrying over. "Sigyn, come look at this!"

Sigyn ran into Loki's arms, tightly squeezing his hands. "Loki! I cannot find Thor!"

Loki frowned. "But he was behind you wasn't he?"

"Yes, but now he's gone!"

Loki frowned even more. He lent forward and kissed her forehead. "Stay here, Sigyn. I'll go and find him."

He hurried off, leaving Sigyn alone.

Then, out of the shadows, another figure approached. He carried a staff, had piercing blue eyes, and wore golden amour.

"Hello, wife!" he greeted.

Sigyn squinted. "Loki? But you just left to go find Thor, didn't you?"

Then she groaned. "Not another illusion, Loki! You know they get on my nerves!"

The figure grinned, blue eyes grinning in delight. "Oh, my dear Sigyn! You're still as oblivious as ever! As for that liar Thor- my beloved, dear brother- he can rot in Helheim for all I care. He is no brother of mine."

"Loki?! How can you say that about Thor! Of course he's your brother! You've just gone looking for him!"

"No, he isn't, and no, I haven't," the blue-eyed Loki shook his head. "He's looking for me, as is that liar of a father, Odin Allfather. He is no father of mine, either."

"Loki!"

"Shut it, you mewling quim."

"Why are your eyes blue?! Your eyes are green!"

"Ah!" Loki grinned. "I have seen the might of the Tesseract! And it has given its might to me!"

"What are you talking about?!"

"Ah, my dear wife," the figure purred, stroking her check with lean fingers. "Do not trouble yourself with a man's task. You just do what you want with your Loki and soon you shall know what I plan to do and what has happened, ok?"

He turned as if to walk away, when Sigyn grabbed his arm.

"Wait! What do you mean, 'my Loki'? You are Loki, are you not?"

"Yes," Loki replied, "but not the one you know yet."

"I don't understand…"

"Sigyn, you will understand when you have to understand. For now, I just came to sooth my nostalgia. Rest, my dear. Do that for your Loki."

"You called me, 'wife'. Why? I am not marrying you- I am marrying Theoric."

The figure turned around. He grinned.

"You have always been my wife, Sigyn. Nothing will change that. Ever. Goodbye for now."

Sigyn then heard the sounds of rushing footsteps, and she turned to see Loki- green eyed Loki- running towards her, Thor in tow. She turned round again to face the blue-eyed Loki, but he materialised into thin air, grinning, as if he had never been there.

Green-eyed Loki wrapped her arms around her as he reached her. "Sigyn! Thor was with the police! People have been taken to the police station for questioning for George's possible murder!"

Sigyn buried her face in his chest. "Loki, was that you who was just here?"

"No. I was looking for Thor. You know that."

"But, you were here. You had blue eyes and wore golden amour and spoke about something called the Tesseract, and-"

"The Tesseract?" Thor echoed. "Is in Asgard. Where it belongs."

Sigyn shook her head. "No. You spoke about having seen its might, and it having given its might to you."

"Sigyn…" Loki spoke slowly, holding her tightly. "You must have seen things."

"Loki, we are gods, we do not, 'see things'," Sigyn pulled away, crossing her arms. "It was you. I saw it! You called me 'wife', you cursed Thor and Odin, and you said they weren't your brother or father!"

"That's ridiculous," Loki shook his head. "Of course Thor is my brother, of course Odin is my father-"

"That's what I said, but you told me to shut up, and that I was a 'mewling quim'."

"I would never call you that!"

"But you did! You weren't making any sense!"

"Hmmm… Thor, Father should know about this…"

"Brother, was it one of your illusions?"

"No, Thor! I did not pull an illusion on her! I did not!"

"Very well, we should tell Father."

"I shall send a letter to him, maybe Mother, and we can find out what it was Sigyn saw."

"Loki! It was you! You were there, standing before me! You were so pale, your eyes were so blue!"

Loki placed a hand on her shoulder. "My love, calm yourself. We shall see who this figure is."

"Loki, it was you. Please listen to me! Why don't you believe me?"

"I do, Pet, I do- but we have to investigate this first before we can name faces. I didn't see it, remember? I have to see who this figure is before I can agree with you."

Sigyn pulled away. "You don't believe me…"

"Pet-"

"No, Loki! If you won't believe me, then I don't want to waste my time trying to persuade you that what I swore was true."

She turned and hurried off. Thor patted Loki comfortingly on the shoulder. "Oh, brother, do not worry. She will come to her senses soon enough."

"You don't believe her, then?" Loki questioned.

Thor shook his head. "No. There is nothing wrong."

"And what if there is?" Loki asked.

"Then Father will sort it out," and he turned and walked off in the opposite direction- leaving his brother alone again.

Loki sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It materialised beside him, grinning.

"She was right you know," he sniggered. "I should know."

"You came to her, didn't you?" Loki frowned.

"Yes, you foolish boy. And you and that oaf didn't believe her. Ooohh… How guilty do you feel now?"

"Why did you come to see her?" Loki questioned.

"Why not?" It replied. "I am you after all! Simply a few years ahead of your present day, but I am you, and she is my wife, after all. I have every right to see how the past happened."

"Wait, you mean that a few years ago, you were me, and you saw yourself like I am now seeing you?"

"Yep!"

"But…How?"

It held a finger to his lips. "Spoilers, Loki. You will know when you have to, as I once had to."

"But… Am I me? Are there future and past versions of me around in the universe? Am I a past version of the real Loki? What am I?"

It- blue-eyed Loki- smirked. "Now that is an interesting question I have asked many times…"

"Huh?"

"Oh, Loki… You must be strong to live, if you want to, that is… For Sigyn, you have to be strong. For your sons…"

"My sons?" the present day Loki asked. "You mean Fenrir, Jormungand and Sleipnir?"

"No."

It smirked and vanished before Loki could ask anything else, leaving the dark prince alone to ponder what had just been said.

Hyde placed a bowel of cereal in front of George, who sat coughing violently into a bucket. He was shaking, eyes wide and mad, his body almost completely devoid of flesh, his hands bony and paper-thin.

He looked up, eyes brimming with tears, before he looked at the bowel and retched violently into the bucket again.

Hyde rolled his eyes. "It's not that bad!" he sighed. "The usual cornflakes etc."

George shuddered. "I-I-I'm going to die here, aren't I? You won't let me go- and I'm going to die here alone."

"George," Hyde sat down beside him and held him close, "you're not going to die here, I promise you."

"I-I-I-I-"

"Yes?"

"I want you to-"

"To what?"

"To help me. Please."

He threw up into the bucket. Hyde grimaced and patted his back.

"I cannot help you. Even if I wanted to, I cannot."

"Why?"

"Pierre won't let me. He needs you to keep control of me. As if that's possible... HA!"

"He can't if I'm dead."

"If he kills you, I will make him suffer."

"You're killing me by keeping me here."

"Now, now, George, emotional blackmail won't help."

George let out a sob and turned around and punched Hyde square on in the face. He leapt on him and punched him continuously, sobbing and yelling loudly.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" he screamed.

"George!" Pierre rushed in- followed by other men- and pulled him off the psychopath. "Stop that now!"

George wriggled and squirmed like a child being stopped from playing with his favourite toy. "NO! You have killed me! He has killed me! Let me die! Let me die! LET ME DIE!"

The men gasped in shock. Pierre did too. But it was not at George.

Lying on the sofa, Hyde's features seemed to flicker. They morphed at the speed of a blinking eye, and lying there lay Lennie, covered in blood.

George didn't notice. He carried on screaming. "LET ME DIE! LET ME DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!"

Groggily, Lennie sat up. He blinked, looked around, and saw George writhing and clawing at the air in Pierre's strong arms.

He sat confused. He frowned.

"George?" he said.

And George opened his eyes. His face went white.

"Lennie? "

Lennie nodded in confirmation. "Why are you crying?" he asked.

George let out a moan. He started to go limp.

"You're alive?" he croaked. "You're alive?"

"Yes."

George looked up, eyes full of tears. "You bastard…" he murmured. "You dumb bastard…"

"You left me, George. If anyone's the bastard, it's you."

Before George could respond, a bag was shoved onto his head, and he screamed and swore at his attacker as he felt himself being dragged away.

"NO! LET ME GO! THAT'S LENNIE SITTING THERE, LET ME GO!"

And Lennie simply watched with blinking, childlike eyes as his friend was hauled out of the room.

Pierre came back in and knelt in front of him. "Lennie," he started, "who was that? You know him, don't you?"

Lennie nodded. "That was George," he replied.

"And what did he do to you?"

"He left me alone. He pushed me away."

"Why did he do that?" Pierre asked, even though he knew why.

"Because he hates me."

"And you hate him?"

"Yes."

"Do you love him?"

"No."

"Do you want to see him again?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because he doesn't want to see me, so I don't want to see him."

"Do you remember anything else before you came here?" Pierre asked, a hand on Lennie's shoulder.

Lennie thought deeply. "I remember being beaten up by some kids and school all the time, and George did nothin' 'bout it."

"Anything else? Like how you came here?"

"No. It all goes black."

"Do you remember anything else about being in this room?"

"No. I woke up and George was screaming. I don't remember him comin' in here."

"That's because Hyde was here instead. Do you know who Hyde is, Lennie?"

"No."

"Nothing at all?"

"No. Should I, Pierre?"

Pierre shook his head, smiling. "No, no, it's okay that you don't remember. You go outside and help the others build the fire. If you feel dizzy or anything like that at all at anytime, then you come straight back here. You got that?"

Lennie nodded. "Sure. Sure, I got that."

"Good boy."

He patted him on the shoulder. "Go on, you go now."

Lennie got up and headed out of the door.

Pierre waited until he was gone, and turned to face one of the workers who had been hiding in the shadows.

"George seems to bring some chemical reaction to cause the change. He must be kept here forever. Lock him up and make sure that he doesn't leave at all. We can use him to control the chemical balance needed for this change, and through that, Hyde can be kept forever in our control. He cannot be allowed to be free at all. Got that?"

"Yes, Sir."

George was thrown into a tiny room. It had one small window, and just barely enough legroom to stretch his legs in. The bag was ripped off his head and the door was slammed shut.

"LET ME OUT!" George screeched, pounding on the door with already battered hands, causing blood to surge out of fragile wounds and pour and trickle down his arms and onto the floor in a quickly growing puddle by his feet. "LET ME OUT! PLEASE! HYDE! LENNIE! LET ME OUT!"

His pounds slowly died down, but his tears didn't. He pressed his cheek up to the cold metal and clenched his eyes shut as tears gushed from them and down his face and onto the floor with the blood, creating some strange type of distilled liquid by his feet.

"Please…" his voice croaked. "Someone… Help me… Please…. Help…. Me…."

His hands dropped limply by his side and he leaned with his ear pressing against the cold, unwelcome metal, his whole head and body drooping and struggling to stay awake and fight for his freedom and sanity.

"Please… Mother…. Someone…."

His body fell completely into the door with a loud bang as his mind gave up to survive.

"Help…"

Blood surged like a reservoir out of his paper-thin skin, his body deflated like an empty bean bag as his head sloped to one side, his mouth ajar as everything just went limp and shut down like an old dog on its deathbed.

"Me…"

And everything went dead and the room embraced in darkness as the candle flickered out, its life extinguished like George's.

And from the window, Lennie played with some other men and kicked a ball around happily, not seeming to notice or care that someone he knew so well had just lost their fight for their life and sanity…