I open my eyes for the seventy-fourth time since I was taken. I've been counting. He gives me meals at eight every morning, than at one in the afternoon he serves me lunch, and at six sharp he gives me dinner. I shower after dinner from six fifteen to six thirty, no more no less. He brushes my hair. I've become a husk to him, pretending I'm growing fond of him. I'm just making sure he doesn't hurt me. He hasn't taken the chain off, except to switch it to my undamaged one. My left ankle is sporting a dark purple cast now.
I sigh, running my hand through my growing hair. I press my face into my hands. I miss being able to turn into an animal. I miss freedom. He walks in, his dark brown hair nearly black, shaved close to his head. He grins, white teeth glimmering. I force a small smile on my lips to return it. "Hi, dove." He murmurs, pulling me from the bed and into an embrace. He buries his face in the crook of my neck. Uncomfortable, I squirm silently. Eventually he lets go, unlocking the chain from the bedpost with both a key and the code. I still haven't been able to see the code since he always covers my eyes. He let go once, and I know the last number is 9.
He takes the chain, leading me down the dark hall and to the lunch room. He locks the chain onto the table leg and sits beside me, shoulder touching mine. I silently eat, keeping my eyes on the light blue plate with black patterns swirled onto it. I jump when a cold hand touches my cheek. I look up to see him fondly petting me. Looking back down at the table, I bite my tongue to hold down a sigh of hatred. I've grown quieter around his presence to fake submission. Inside, the caged animals bite and claw the steep bars trapping them.
"I'm letting you off of the chain, Kitty." he says trustfully, flashing me a smile. I hold down a victorious smirk and twist it into an innocent smile.
"Really, Maverik?" I gush, clasping my hands and pressing closer to him. He smirks down at me, hazel eyes glimmering.
"Yes, honey... If you kiss me."
Having already guessed he was going to want something, I fake shock, my smile dropping into a thoughtful one. "O-Okay." I stutter, cupping his cheek. I quickly press my lips to his. Too shocked to do anything, He stills for several seconds. Before he can move, I pull away, forcing a blush on my cheeks. He grins, quickly unlocking my shackle. I stretch my foot out, rolling my ankle around and letting a soft sigh escape my lips.
"Thank you, Maverik." I murmur. 'Thank you for setting me free...' I think smugly. Without warning, I disappear. The surge of magic that's drowning me made me go berserk. Not a single wave of silver washes over me. I'm gone from view. Maverick rises. I growl, my body morphing without barely any control. My vision flickers to black as mist pours from nowhere, flooding into the room. My body morphs painfully. A mute scream rises from my lips. My veins burn. My heart stops in my chest. I heave for air. My bones snap. My joints pop. My throat aches. Blood pours into my mouth. My eyes are stinging. My head throbs. My boy pulsates in torment.
A scream tumbles free. It echos in the room. Men, guards, push through the doorways. The mist engulfs them. Dark silver lights flash through the inky mist. I scrape my nails down my face. Rivers of blood coat my hands. My jaw pops. My nose cracks. I hunch over. Tears mix with blood. I want it to end. I want anything other than this. I want to die. Guards start screaming in agony. I look up. My world spins. My vision is blurry. All I see is the dark silver lights burning men.
I keep screaming.
Somewhere over the United States; Loki
"Where the hell is she?" Tony Stark screams, thrashing within the arms of both Steve Rogers and Clint Barton. Both of the men holding him back are gritting their teeth. Though he's always in a suit, Tony is strong. Stronger than he looks. His eyes are wide with anguish and anger. His hair is unbrushed and messy, locks hanging limply. He glares at one being, stuck back in the Hulk's specially made Tupperware container. Well, that's what Bruce calls it for the Other Guy.
The raven haired God doesn't change an emotionless mask, only raising a brow and smirking slightly. He ignores the jab in his chest, the feeling similar as to when Thor tried to save him from falling off of the Bridge. He had let go, he had not slipped off. He turns his emerald gaze to the blond oafs. He was nearly troublesomely silent. He was frowning, a rare occurrence for the giant blond haired, but arrogant, teddy bear. Loki pulls his gaze back to Tony when he rips free from the two holding him back. He pounds on the glass with a bare fist, blood smearing onto it.
"Tell me where my sister is!" He bellows, eyes crazed. It's been nearly two months. His heart breaks more and more every day. At that moment, Fury strides in. Alarms start blaring within all of their minds, save for himself and Loki.
"She's in some abandoned bunker. New York. Here, Stark." He hands Tony a slip paper containing all the information on it. "Go." he says blandly, leaving. Loki gazes with an emotionless mask as Tony nearly implodes. He doesn't move, but his lips move. Within second, his suit slams into him. He doesn't feel any pain. He flies from the room. Loki watches as Thor grabs Mjölnir. Spinning his hammer, he follows after him. Steve Rogers stares after them before glancing at Loki. Until he too disappears down the hall after his allies.
Loki nods to himself once, his mask slightly falling. A scowl graces his mouth. He raises his hand to his chesing the warmth through his Asguardian clothing. He lets out a breath before clasping his hands behind his back. He changes his stance, his feet shoulder width apart. Fury returns, glaring at Loki with one dark eye. He clasps his hand in front of him. An agent follows him. Loki forgot the woman's name.
"You will be escorted to the Avenger's tower within the week. They can decide what to do with you, Loki." Fury finally muses, turning with a flap of his long tailed black coat. Loki waits for what seems like days, his body stiff. He snaps his eyes to the two doorways, left open, when shouting and screaming bloody murder attracts his attention. His eyes widen a minuscule amount as he sees a familiar violet-haired woman within the arms of the metal suit. She seems to not be able to stop screaming.
Her body is twitching, bones jutting from her flesh as her skin fluctuates, flakes drifting onto th white floor. One second it will be covered in thin, gray fur, and after a few seconds she'll be covered in scales. Blood is covering her body. Black mist is leaking from her mouth. Her eyes are dazed, her pupils barely visible in pools of blue and grey. Her screams reverberate in the halls, into the room, and into the glass cage he's stuck in. Another jab attacks his heart, making him lose his breath. Thor lumbers behind the man in the suit, disappearing through the second doorway, away from view. Loki lifts his hand, frowning at the agony in his heart, though he isn't hurt.
Unwilling to stand any longer, the God turns and takes a seat on the thin mattress they provided for him in the container.
Somewhere over the United States; Violet
I want to die. I want the agony to stop. I want my heart to stop burning. I want my lungs to stop forcing me to breathe. Tears damped my hair. Sweat soaks through my clothes. I can't stop quivering. Lights makes my eyes burn more. Voices make my ears ring. It feels like I was hit by a semi. White juts out of my body. It takes so long to figure it out. They're my bones. It makes me scream more. My body is forcefully shifting. I don't want too. After so long with no magic, it's overwhelming. It's overpowering me.
With a wail, blackness claws into me.
My dreams are haunted by agony, though it suddenly all stops. It feels like another magic source is flowing through me. It doesn't hurt. It's cold, but not freezing. It isn't cold enough to make me shiver. The cold is welcoming. It reminds me of Icecube... or Winter. I miss Winter. I haven't seen him in years. He killed my parents, but I forgive him. It helped me get passed being an alcoholic.
I get thrown into a dream. Away from the comforting blackness. The dream starts out innocent, and then I'm being torn apart by a monster. Anthony is there. He's being held back by the Hulk. I don't scream, I just stare up at the beast. It's wide maw, gaping throat. Brown scales. It nearly looks like a dragon. I let it's claws sink into me. The sky is blue. A giant cloud floats from far away. A single tree stands within my view.
I wake up.