Hello! Sorry that it took so long for me to update. But, I'm baaaaack!

Darth Loki Megatron IV Jr. Jr.: And me tooooooooo!

Me: Dude, did your name get longer?

DLMIVJJ: Maybe.

Me: Your abbreviations aren't short either.

DLMIVJJ: Shutup!

Me: Anyways, here's chapter III! :D

This Chapter is Dedicated to All My Wonderful Readers. Thank You!

The hours dragged by. Literally, they dragged. Jackie thought her shift would never end, so, when 6 A.M. finally rolled around, she was sore, tired, and cranky...not to mention that she smelled like alcohol and vomit. She groaned as she hung her apron, despising her job. How the bartender yearned for her bed, her pillows, her blankets, and Stripes, her plush tiger. Jackie gave a soft grin at the thought of sleeping in her nice, warm bed. Then, she remembered her second job as a waitress at Le Vin Restaurant. Her shift started at 11 A.M and ended at 6 P.M. Then, she would have to return to Joey's Bar & Grill at 11 P.M. Jackie sighed.
"Life hates me," she muttered.

"Jackie!"

Jackie winced at the sound of her name. "Not now, Danny," she grumbled.

Danny bit his lip and shifted his eyes to the floor. "S-...s-...sorry, Jackie," he whispered, "It's, just-...um-...well-...I was wondering-...ah-...if you are-...um-...busy-...eh-...next...mm-...Saturday?"

With a small grin for her friend, Jackie replied, "No, not that I know of."

Danny's face brightened. "Great!" he chirped. Blushing at his eagerness, Danny mumbled, "I-...I-...I mean-...well-...that's-...uh-...good. W-..w-...would you-...ah-...like to see-...er-...the Hunger Games-...with-...me? With-...ah-...a-...a few friends, of course. I heard that-...um-...that-...ah-...it was a great...er-...book?"

Jackie raised an eyebrow. Then she shrugged her shoulders. Danny was always nervous and shy, so his stuttering and questioning himself shouldn't be a surprise. "Of course, Danny," she answered with a smile, "I would love to go with you and your friends."

Danny raised his head, showing the gleam in his eyes. However, he shifted his gaze to the floor. "Really?" he murmured.

Placing a playful punch onto Danny's shoulder, Jackie said, "Really! That's what friends do."

Disappointment shadowed the man's face. Before she could notice, Danny started to head for the door. "Well-...See you-...ah-...on Saturday."

Jackie smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Walking down the dark halls of the prison, a guard carried a plate of food. His boots made a tap-tap that resonated off the stone walls. On the golden plate were two quail wings and a side of vegetables; it was still steaming, sending a warm mist off into the air, curling and twisting as it dissipated. It was Thor's request that Loki acquire a last meal before he was entrapped in the tree. The warrior snorted. In his opinion, Loki deserved absolutely no pleasures. If anything, that Frost Giant deserved more torture and less comfort, if any at all. Approaching a dead end, he saw only a small hole in the wall and the prison warden clutching a spear. Approaching the warden, the guard repeated Thor's orders. With a grunt, the warden grabbed his spear and placed it within the hole. The wall groaned as it peeled back to reveal a door. Once the door was unlocked, the guard entered the cell. He expected as usual to find Loki chained in the center of the room, unable to move or speak. But when he looked there was no one in the cell. "Árni!" gasped the guard, "Where is Loki?"

"What do you mean?" the warden named Árni demanded the other.

"Loki is not here!"

"Impossible," grumbled Árni as he strode into the room."He is chained, Ormr."

Before the guard, Ormr, could reply, a cruel voice whispered, "He waschained."

Turning around, the two warriors saw Loki standing in the doorway. With a smirk, the god of mischief slammed the door shut. Before the door transformed back into the wall, the two men heard, "Farewell, my friends."

Once his guards were trapped in his cell, Loki quickly, but silently, shifted down the corridors. Eager to reclaim his staff and acquire the Tesseract, he wondered where his father and brother hid the powerful artifacts. Then, it dawned upon him. Where did Odin keep all the powerful relics? A smile curved upon Loki's lips. Under the castle.

Suddenly, voices echoed down the halls. Afraid to lose his new found freedom, Loki leaped inside a room. Leaning against the wall, he tried to control his heavy breathing. His heart pounded against his chest as the voices grew louder. He froze when footsteps pounded on the floor nearby. Instead of discovering the escaped prisoner, the voices faded down the corridors. After a few moments of holding his breath, Loki gasped a sigh of relief. Regaining his composure, he examined his surroundings. An assortment of swords, spears, chain mail, shields, axes, helmets, armor plates, clubs, bows, and arrows were scattered about the area. Immediately, the god of mischief recognized the place as the Weapon's Room. Analyzing the arms carefully, Loki grabbed a dagger and placed it behind the folds of his vest. He never knew when he needed to silence someone's tongue...forever. As he was leaving the Weapon's Room, he noted two gray stone bracelets. One bracelet had a red gem upon it, while the other was blue. Loki saw that these bracelets were the rare Hostage Bands. They were created by the Ice Giants to ensure that hostages did not escape. The captor had the red bracelet and the captive wore the blue one. If the captor's pulse stopped, the hostage blew up. If the captor press the button underneath the gem, the hostage blew up. The only way that hostage did not end up exploding was if the captor said a certain phrase. Snatching the bands, Loki strode out of the Weapon's Room. He might need them in the future.

Slinking in the shadows, Loki continued his journey to the vault of the relics. Thrice, he had to stop and hide from guards. Once he was in the castle, the rest of his journey was simple. As a young boy, he spent his time hiding from the servants, playing wild escapades on any unfortunate victim. Loki smiled fondly upon the memories of maids screaming at a rat, guards scolding because they were wet, and angry cooks trying to find their missing cakes. Loki gave a soft chuckle. Those were the days, he thought to himself. However, a dark memory crushed the happy ones. A life trapped in a shadow of the favored one; his brother. Anger raged through his veins. He needed to escape so that he might be free from the foreboding shadow of Thor. With a growl, Loki entered the chamber. Guarding the magical artifacts were two Asgardians. Before the warriors could react, the god stabbed them. After he cleaned his dagger on one of the guards' shirt, Loki snatched his staff and approached the Tesseract. As he touched the cube, the door behind him burst open.

"Brother!"

Loki cringed. "Thor," he hissed.

His eyes pleading, Thor cried, "Don't do this, Loki!"

With a smirk, Loki willed the Tesseract to transport him. "Farewell, brother," he spat. Before he could vanish, Loki felt a crushing pain in his back as if a person carrying a hammer hurled onto himself. "Damn," he muttered.

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