Chapter 6 (Third Person)
Trista's curly black hair slowly turned blue, her skin paling turning almost white. Her features were sharpened making her appearance seem cruel. Her muscles became more defined, and her body began to crackle with electricity. Her eyes changed from their normal green and brown to electric blue and silver. She cocked her head to the side and eyed Loki angrily. "You think you can control me," she stated her eyes darkening ever so slightly. Loki being foolish acting from the high of setting off both Bruce and Trista had the audacity to reply, "Well, of course I have released you from your bonds. Because of that you owe me."
"I owe no one," she hissed the smile fading from Loki's face. "You will obey me," Loki snapped at her. Trista's hand shot up, forming a claw like motion towards Loki, and then clenching her fist. Loki's eyes widened and he began to claw at his mouth, which appeared to be clamped shut. "I cannot be controlled, I cannot be tamed, I am fear, I am madness, I am evil at it's very core," She hissed at him as she sauntered towards, stopping in front of the containment cell, a sadistic grin spreading across her face.
"I am the predator, and Loki dear, you should count yourself lucky that you're not my prey," she said her eyes glinting menacingly. Though he would deny it if asked, Loki had never been so afraid in his life then he did at that moment. He had released unto the world a monster he had no hope of controlling.
"I'm going to let you go now, and let you go on with your plans, I have plans of my own you know? Ta ta," she said waving her hand, releasing Loki's jaw, and walked out of the room. Loki watched wide eyed as she left. Loki shook his head to clear his thoughts, he had to focus the task at hand and he couldn't afford to be distracted.
I do not own the Avengers I do however own Trista