Ugh sorry I haven't updated in so long, I've been suffering from a MASSIVE writer's block that could only be cured with sitting in a darkened room staring at the computer screen.
Also, I REALLY appreciate the ideas you guys have been dropping by me, and I don't mean to be a bitch, but I really wanted them to be PMed so in case I do use them, people wouldn't be able to see the whole plot in the review section. :P
So without further ado, here is the long-awaited 14th chapter!
Sometimes, when a bunch of emotions threatened to consume her, Nala would simply lay down on her back and not feel for several hours. The first time she did this was when she caught her best friend Sam making out with her ex boyfriend Brandon. The betrayal, sadness, past anger, and loss threatened to consume her fifteen year-old mind. She simply lay on her bed for the better part of the weekend, staring up into space, eating little and saying nothing. Then on Monday, she went back to school without so much as a petty grudge.
This is what Nala attempted to do now, lying as still as stone on the thin mattress pad they provided her. Though her eyes were open, they did not see. Only the steady rise and fall of her breathing betrayed the life that still flickered there.
Almost a world away, Loki sat in a white and glass cell, tailored to neutralize any magical influence he might still harbor. In the almost exact same position, he stretched out on the bare white floor, seemingly caught in his own thoughts. But had someone peered into his mind at that point, they wouldn't have seen anything.
However, there were two very different thoughts bouncing around their skulls that wouldn't be shaken. Despite the meditation, Nala still saw the foggy image of her farm, just moments before she left. Loki kept going back to Nala's face. The horses safe in their stalls, the swinging front gate, the gravel driveway that crunched under her tires. Her bouncing, curly gold hair with the streaks of brown. The more she tried to distract herself from this attachment, the more she was drawn to it, until tears leaked out the corners of her eyes and she struggled to keep from sobbing.
The door to her cell opened just as she forced herself to stop crying, and two men in suits entered. Slowly, she sat up, glaring at them with cold eyes.
"Ms. Monroe." One said. Coulson. Despite the meditation, she still felt resentment and anger at his cool, collected face. She composed herself in one breath.
"Mr. Coulson." A smile tugged at her lips. She had nothing left to tell.
The interrogation room was carpeted; a feature different from her cell, and instead of a bed, there was a table and two chairs, and presumable a one-way glass that stretched over the back wall. But other than that, it bared a striking resemblance to her own cell.
Coulson gestured to the chair facing the mirror, and Nala sat down with a wary look in her gold eyes. He sat opposite her and gestured for the other agents to leave.
"Ms. Monroe, I feel like it would be best to make an agreement to not lie to each other from now on." He said with a smile.
Nala leaned back in the chair. "And what makes you think I wouldn't willingly cooperate?"
"You haven't in the past." Phil reminded her gently.
"Ask me what you will, but I can assure you, you've gotten all my secrets pried away from me." She said, a faint trace of bitterness in her words. Coulson nodded and sifted through papers.
"When exactly did Loki show up?" he asked.
"Oh, a few weeks ago. I've lost count. I ran him over with my truck on my way home from a friend's." I replied smoothly.
"And you didn't know it was him?"
"His whole face was practically covered in blood; he didn't much look like the guy that destroyed Manhattan." I replied dryly. Coulson nodded.
"So you took him home, cleaned him up, and recognized him there?"
"No, it wasn't until you showed up - a little before actually - that I realized it was him." Nala said, though the words didn't come as smoothly as the first. She felt a nagging sense of guilt, like she was doing something she shouldn't't. Which was ridiculous, since Loki hadn't done anything recently to warrant any feelings of guilt.
"And then what?" he pressed. Nala paused, as if unwilling to go further. "Remember, Ms. Monroe, this convicted killer blew up your farm." Coulson said. Suddenly, Nala's head snapped up.
"No, he didn't. SHIELD did, didn't they?" she asked, paling. Coulson, for the first time since she'd seen him, looked confused.
"We assumed Loki did." he repeated, unsure. Nala shook her head, biting her lip. If it wasn't Loki, and it wasn't SHIELD, than who was it?
"Ms. Monroe, I'll be back in a few minutes." Coulson said, somewhat strained, and left the room.
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