Language, violence.

Sylv was disturbed from her thoughts when someone walked by her cell who was very upset and angry. She looked curiously at him as he sped by her cell. She could not remember where she had left off in her flash back, so she left it at that.

An hour of boredom and deep thinking had passed, when the entire ship seemed to shake, then it stopped. Yet somehow the air and the movement of the place seemed to have shifted. She walked over to the porthole and peered out, only to realize they were now, in fact, flying high above the ocean.

The blue ocean sparkled in the sun below, seeming like an endless, waving cloth. She sighed and sat down in her chair, becoming more and more anxious as the minutes went by.

Just as she decided to look out the glass from her cell, the same man walked by once more. Only this time she felt he was panicked and jumpy, instead of angry. They locked eyes and he turned to face straight towards her.

The only words that can be used to describe his feelings was pure hatred. She felt it very strongly, almost making her take a step away from the glass wall. But she did not. He held what appeared to be a card in his hand, and he moved it around in his hand, as if contemplating something. Neither one of them said anything.

He has dark brown hair and a face that looked like it was once youthful and full of life. Now it seemed twisted and confused. A corner of his lip pulled down in a half-sneer. Feeling such anger rejuvinated her in a way. Lately she had a careless attitude towards everything and not until this moment did she begin to feel like her old self.

Her old self, of course, was a quiet, sarcastic, intelligent type of person, but very few people know the side of her that is very dangerous. She plays up to be a young, careless woman who knows how to wield a dagger but inside she hid secrets that would make anyone cringe. She attempted to push those memories and feelings down, but they always somehow managed to crawl their way back up. Right now is one of those times.

The man looked around nervously and slid his card on a mechanism next to her cell. It opened up and he pulled a gun out. "You wicked bitch. You're friends with that monster, he killed my brother! He killed him like he was nothing! Nothing!"

He glanced around once again, nervously. She did not say a word. "Now let's see how he likes it!" Just as he finished his last word, she jumped at him without thinking. He was very easily overpowered, as her godly powers far outmatched him. She quickly grabbed the gun and shot both of his shoulders. He cried out in agony and she wondered if she should just kill him. The blood pooled around him on the floor as he screamed out for help.

She couldn't go back into her cell, so she acted quickly. She did not have her daggers or throwing stars, but the gun seemed too barbaric for her taste. So she decided to challenge herself and try to escape using naught but her fists. She thought of it as fun, as a game.

Adrenaline pumped through her as she swiped his card and left with a devious grin. He was still moaning in pain as she sped through the hallways, positive that someone had heard. She did not know where to go, but her memory as well as her gut feelings led the way. There was a guard who stood in a doorway with his back towards her.

Am I going to return to my old ways? Is this the beginning of the end? She thought, hesitating for a minute. If they want a wicked bitch, then that is what they shall get. She took a quiet sigh and cursed herself. She parted her hair in two in back, and placed the long white strands in front, and put her hood on.

She soundlessly crept up behind him and jerked his head to the left, snapping it. He collapsed to the ground. You're going to regret all of this, when you're caught. Evil does not last, it will fall. And you will be nothing more than a villain in a history book. You have failed, Sylv. You are worthless. Death is too good for you now. Enjoy your petty gains, and rot in the depths of hell.

This is not the first time those words floated in her head. She was told that once by her father, but that is another memory. Now is now and she is in very serious hot water. She left the body and any feelings with it. The regret would not kick in until much later.

She continued down the hall, and she was quite surprised that no alarm had gone off yet. She wondered if the first man had even been discovered yet. She felt a strong, magical pulse nearby and immediately knew what it was. Her two daggers.

She peeked into the room and saw three people. One appeared to be a scientist, the white lab coat giving him away. The other appeared to merely be a guard. But the last one seemed like a regular civilian. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before the entire helicarrier began searching for her, she jumped in through the open door and kicked the scientist against the wall, knocking him out cold.

She punched the guard right in the face, and blood splattered all over his face and her glove. He fell down, unconscious. Just as she was about to roundhouse kick the civilian, he said something that surprised her.

"Not a good idea!" he shouted, throwing his hands up. She couldn't help but scoff loudly. "Believe me, it is." she replied. He shook his head. "No, because a lot of people are headed right to this location, right now, and I am very important." he said, looking at the two unconscious or possibly dead people on the floor. She didn't reply, but knowing he couldn't harm her, she grabbed both of her daggers and her throwing stars.

"Regardless, you are a weak, pathetic group of people. And any challenge you present to me is either a game for me, or a sad attempt." She replied arrogantly. He was delaying her, and she knew it. "Right well, my name's Tony." he said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. "And I present you with the challenge to stop being such an idiot. Because that is one hell of a challenge."

She shook her head in amusement, when she sensed more people were coming. She felt that now, since her memory is back for the most part, the only true threat is Thor. And she needed to find Loki, sinse she also felt he was the key to all this mystery.

She ran out the door, forgetting all about that 'Tony' character. She ran and ran down the halls, turning occasionally for no apparent reason. She ran into a few people, but it was nothing her dagger couldn't handle in a split second. Finally she got hit right in the gut with a feeling of longing and desire. She sensed someone that she could not leave this helicarrier without.

She knew the whole ship was looking for her by now so she was very quick in her actions. She noiselessly turned into a large room with a metal floor. She saw a large glass room in the center, and sensed she was getting closer. Just then, something shook the helicarrier badly. The whole room seemed to tilt slightly. She crept forward and looked into the glass room and saw the source of these feelings. Loki.

Sylv stepped right up to the glass and he looked up. He stared at her a moment and walked over towards her. "Sylv..." he said, in disbelief. She nodded slowly. She walked back to a panel that had all of the mechanisms on it. She pushed one that seemed like it would do the job, and the clear door to the cage opened.

She nearly ran to him, and all of their memories together flooded back to her. He held her tightly and closed his eyes. He thought she had died, and to see her here, alive, it seemed like everything was going to end perfectly.