I'm sorry this one's a bit short. I was distracted by the Olympics. I went to the stadium to watch ice hockey between Finland and Russia and it was awesome! Anyway, I'm sorry again, next one will be updated soon. I do not own marvel (just in case you didn't know).
After lunch, Freyja went to the store to buy some groceries and tools Lucas asked for.
"Have a nice day," she stepped out the store with a bag full. She tucked her hand to the pocket to pull out an earphone. With one hand, she struggled to untangle it. It was then when she noticed some group of young people on her left alley. It looked like they were picking on some defenseless kid.
'What's with those kind of people and bullying?' Freyja remembered yesterday and wondered.
"Hey! You!" Freyja came back to Earth with the sound of a woman yelling at her. She found herself in the middle of the street, staring at them. Freyja looked around and asked, "Me?"
"Yeah, you. What are you looking at?" a woman with a lip piercing said raising her eyebrows.
Freyja gave a quick look at the victim. It was a young man holding onto his backpack. Judging by the bruises, he must have been trying to defend it. Freyja looked at him with no emotion and put the earphone on.
"Give up your bag, dumbass."
Just like that, she walked away without giving him another glance, leaving his blaming eyes behind.
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That afternoon, Freyja was at Lucas and Mabel's storehouse to fix the generator. It was old and was a miracle that it worked before. She carefully examined the machine and the instruction paper. After a long time, she gave up trying to fix it, but instead came up with a better idea.
Lucas came in with a glass of milk and asked, "How's it going so far?"
"The generator was so old and I just made a new one out of it. Here, this one is powered by the solar panel. I'll install it before I go." Freyja wiped the sweat falling from her forehead.
"Thank you. But I think I can do it myself. You should probably go back now. It's getting late." Lucas took the solar panel from her and gave her her backpack.
"Okay, good bye then!"
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That night, Freyja had a dream. A strangely vivid one, so alive to consider it a dream. She was standing on the ruins of the orphanage. The sky was red, not like the warm orange-red of sunset, but eye piercing red. The buildings were fallen, and they were blackened though there was no sign of fire.
Bodies were lying around everywhere, in the field, on the road. Those were the bodies of the orphans. Freyja took her steps to the corridor (or where the corridor once was) and gasped hastily. Cassy's body was lying there, covered in blood. Her once animated eyes now lifeless.
Freyja dropped to her knees and trembling badly, crawled towards Cassy. She sat beside her body. Cassy's face was full of horror. Freyja, trying to stop her hand from trembling, reached out to touch Cassy's face. Just when she thought she touched her skin, she woke up.
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Early morning, the sun has barely showed its face, but Freyja was walking through the woods. She just walked where her feet took her. It was only a dream, it means nothing, she knew that. But this nauseous feeling stuck behind her head and bothered her.
After breakfast, Freyja was sitting on the top of the mountains. From there, she could see the orphanage and the patrons and the donors arriving. Today was the day when they would visit and meet the orphans they are funding. So from early morning, everyone was busy dusting and cleaning and making things shiny, including the orphans. For Freyja, she stayed in her room, pretending she wasn't there. At least that's what Ms Carroll and Paul thought.
Freyja was on the top of some building in town. She knew she was late for lunch. She might get into huge trouble for that later. But for some reason, she didn't think about the consequences. Right now, she didn't want to go back to the orphanage. Anything to keep her away and distracted was welcomed.
How many hours have passed, Freyja neither knew nor cared. But the sky was turning into orange and she was to return. Dragging her feet, she slowly climbed the mountain.
When she was neer, she saw black smoke rise behind the orphanage wall. Her heart started to beat really fast. She ran back to the orphanage, while stumbling.
As soon as the orphanage came to her sight, she gasped. It was just like her dreams. The building were a total wreck and the orphans were lying on the ground. Freyja stood there for a moment and remembered about Cassy. She ran to the corridor, praying to Odin. But her prayers were not answered. Maybe it was because she was only half-Asgardian. Freyja couldn't help herself and started vomiting. Cassy was there, like in her dreams.
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Tomorrow night, a young man was at the bar, he was drunk after having three glasses of beer. He was drinking alone, mumbling some things to show off (which didn't seem to work).
"It's true! I saw fucking aliens! They were the cause of the destruction on the orphanage! What, you don't believe me? Go ask Freddy. He saw them too, but was too scared all he could do was to run off like a rat. I didn't, of course."
"And what did you say to them, big guy?" someone laughed behind him.
"They were looking for Freyja. So I told them to go look in the orphanage. I hated that bastard," then he turned around to face the person who asked and found Freyja.
"Good, 'cause I hate you too."
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They were at the back of the bar and he was on the ground.
"Stop! Le, let's talk this, okay? Li, like a civilized man. Freyja?" he stuttered and crawled desperately to escape Freyja who was walking toward him with rage.
"Shut up. Why did you do it? Huh? Talk, James!" Freyja snarled at him and grabbed his throat to pin him on the wall. His feet dangling only a few inches above ground.
"I, I don't know what you're talking about." James tried to speak but nothing came out without a choking sound.
"Fuck you. Is this because I kicked your ass when we were kid? Or is it because I didn't help you on the street? If that's so, you're being ridiculous."
"So, NOW, it's your deal? Now you act because you've been hit?" James smirked. It only triggered Freyja's anger and she tightened her grip. James's face was turning purple and he struggled to get her hands off his throat.
"You had no reason to do that to me. To THEM, who were once your family. Was your ego so important that you had to betray those whom you grew up with? They did nothing to you, I did nothing to you!"
"Exactly! You did NOTHING! Because of that, my mother died, because the money to buy her medicine was taken from me!" He shouted back at her. Freyja flinched a little. She didn't know James's stepmother was ill, though they lived here in this town. Well, they were not the only ones Freyja didn't know about.
"That doesn't justify your action. It makes you just as selfish as I am." Freyja released him from the wall. James fell to the ground and breathed heavily.
"Honestly, I didn't know they would do that. I was captured and had no other option. I only heard what happened just today."
"You're lying," Freyja walked away, leaving him on the ground.
