Romeo and Juliet. We finished reading the play and then watched a horrible modernized (in the 70s) movie on it . . . :3 I enjoyed it. anyways. Dramatic chapter . . . Thank you for reading all 15 of these - we have gone a long way in only a month or so . . . xDD
You were unbelievably glad to be out of that restaurant. You promised Tony that cat after he paid for yours and Loki's check, glad he didn't question it. You had successfully made it back to your house without complications, well, aside from the worry of where Loki could possibly be. Once inside the foyer you slipped off your shoes, looking happily at the insides of your home. Just as you were about to head upstairs you found Loki, lying on the floor of your living room playing with a dark Maine Coon kitten. "Where'd you get that?" You said, placing your hands on your hips.
The kitten looked at you with fright before running off towards your basement. Loki sighed as the cat ran before he stood and brushed off the imaginary dust from his clothes, "Loki?" you said, but getting no response. iIs he seriously giving me the silent treatment?/i you thought in disbelief at how childish he was being. You followed him into the foyer before you stopped him by mocking him, "Are you jealous that I ditched you for Tony?" you sneered, but before you could say anything else he had you in an iron grip by the throat against the wall.
You coughed, trying to breathe but his hand tightened. The pain made your head throb, and only worsened when you tried to claw yourself out of his grip. He tightened his grasp, making you cough more and black blotches appear in your vision. He glared at you like you've never seen before. It frightened you. You started to get dizzy, as you panicked wondering whether or not he would suffocate you to death. iNot that it would matter,/i you thought to yourself, iI'll probably end up reviving myself again./i
Just before you felt like you were going to pass out he yelled, "Disobedient wretch!" his voice rang in your ears, the power in it making you tremble in fear. He clutched your throat tightly, throwing you down the hall. The pain shrieked across your body. You started to cough, desperately trying to get air into your lungs. "You little wrench!" he yelled again, storming towards you, "You ruined my plans!" he swung his foot into your stomach, forcing all of the recently acquired air out. You whimpered from the pain, coughing violently.
You looked up at him, you could feel your eyes water from the hot pain, "Please . . ." you managed to say, in a wheezy voice, "stop," you begged him as he threatened to kick you again, " . . . don't!"
Just as he swung at you again you felt a power surge from your body, it spiked painfully inside you, forcing you to shut your eyes and quiver.