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Grace felt liked she'd been hit by a car five or six times. Every muscle ached, every bone throbbed and all she could do was sleep.
Her nightmares that she'd had since she before she could remember began their usual loop through her mind. She could feel the pain and fear as the dreams seemed to course throughout her entire body, overwhelming her system.
Something black and twisted protruded from her abdomen as she continued running, her breath coming in quick, pained gasps. Grace looked down and felt a crippling sadness rest in her heart at the sight of her bloodied stomach.
Grace stopped running once she saw she'd reached her destination. The village was torn and burned to hell as usual. The ground turned black with ash as people ran around her screaming, carrying children and running for their lives.
The dream twisted around this point as usual sending Grace into the next scene full of destruction and death.
This part of the small village was the first to be attacked, and brought to its knees. Grace, still holding her hand to her bleeding belly, ran into one of the huts on the left.
"(inaudible)! Where in the hell are you?" She was beginning to panic. The object of her search was no where to be found.
"Here! Gracela! I'm over here.." The voice rang out. It sounded tired and pained. She looked over to the left, towards where the living room would have usually been if that part of the hut hadn't caved in.
She saw him then, trapped beneath a large pile of rubble and half of the roof. He laid there on his side facing away from her, pain contorting his features when he looked back at her, "(inaudible), what happened? Who is doing this?" Blood matted his hair to his face and stained his clothes.
"Its- it's them!" He pointed behind her with a look of horror on his face.
Grace turned just in time to see the them he spoke of before one of the two beings in front of her raised its weapon, aiming it at her head. Grace dodged the shot easily, however the whatever it was thing sticking out of her abdomen sent searing agony throughout her entire body, making her drop to the floor with a cry of pain.
"Where is the child?" came the one holding the weapon's voice.
"Ha!" she laughed humorlessly, "Like I'm going to tell you!"
The thing was cloaked in black armor that covered every inch of its body. Their helmets were a mixture of tubes and wires that ran in all different directions around its head. The things were tall and lanky as if they lacked any muscle whatsoever. But she knew that wasn't true, they were stronger than her by far.
The one with the gun remained motionless as the other strode over to Grace and kicked her in the jaw. The movement was too quick, not giving her enough time to make any defensive movements. Blood immediately flowed from between her lips, dripping into the already bloodied floor.
"Where is the child?" it asked again. The one with one-hell-of-kick gripped Grace by her collar of her half armored outfit and lifted her straight up. When she'd run out to fight off whatever enemy was attacking them,, she'd only put what armor she'd, at the time, thought she needed. Grace was wholeheartedly regretting that decision.
"I'll die before I talk." She stated through gritted teeth. The thing holding her gripped the black rod-looking protrusion and twisted. Grace let the warmth from her chest move to her palms and forced the light to build up quickly. She then swiped at the creature's arm that gripped her collar and light the energy fly from her hands, leaving a cold feeling in her palms momentarily. The light easily sliced through the thing's body, making it a black-oozing mess on the floor.
Grace looked up at the other one, ready to strike as she landed on the floor, but it was quicker.
She was suddenly pinned against the wall by her throat and the black protrusion ripped from her stomach, forcing a scream of pain out of her throat. It threw her across the room and through the far wall, back out onto the newly blackened dirt.
Grace hit the ground and rolled, getting a thorough coat of black ash from the burned down village. A sob escaped her as she curled in on herself for a moment, trying to sooth the pain. The thing approached her again, ready to kill her. She reacted as quickly as she could, sending a stream of lighted daggers at its chest.
They struck home and the being dropped to the ground.
She let out a ragged sigh as she turned over and laid on her back as her wound continued to leak blood, staining her emerald clothes.
Black nothingness consumed her.
Grace shot up, panting, sweating. She pressed a clammy palm to her heaving chest and forced her heartbeat down.
"You were having unpleasant nightmares I take it." The voice came from the far corner of her cell, sending adrenalin coursing through her veins.
"Who's there?" she called into the darkness.
"There is no need to be frightened, I will cause you no harm, I promise." The silky voice belonged to that of the dark haired man who Thor had called brother. His short dark hair was slicked back matched his dark leather clothes. The shirt he wore looked as if someone had taken leather straps and crisscrossed them to cover his torso. His pants seemed to be fabric but she couldn't tell in the darkness. His long sleeveless coat swayed at his knees as he slowly approached her.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" she involuntarily slid back on the bench she'd fallen asleep on.
"Simply observing." He stated, stopping his walk a few yards from her.
"While I was sleeping?"
"Yes."
"Why the fuck-"
"No need for such cruel language from such a lovely mouth." he gave a small smile.
Grace narrowed her eyes at him, "Why were you watching me sleep?"
"You were restless, and crying out in your slumber," he said, "I did not want you to hurt yourself while you thrashed about."
Grace frowned at this.
"What do you want?" she glared.
"I was just curious, what is it that you dream of that causes you such distress?"
"That's most certainly none of your business." she said flatly.
"You wound me with such hostility," he smiled placing a hand on his chest for a more dramatic feel to his words, his eyes twinkling in the little light that peaked in from a tiny window to her right.
"What do you care? I mean really, you're holding me hostage." She folded her arms across her chest and set him with a steeled glare.
"I care a great deal," he said, "However, I will leave you for now. You should rest." He was suddenly gone with a light golden shimmer.
Grace let out a gasp as his form seemed to evaporate.
Grace didn't sleep anymore that night. She only sat there, hugging her knees to herself, staring into the darkness before her. The rough clothing they'd given her, itched like hell but she refused to scratch her irritated skin for fear that is would only make it worse.
Jenna crossed Grace's mind, dragging back the night's painful memories. The way her own mother had decided that is was best for them to stay there with Chris without actually saying it had ripped a hole in her heart and never mind her body. She remembered the fight, the way Grace had kicked Chris in the knee and then slammed his face on the counter had shocked even her. Grace had never once been to a self defense class, nor had she even thought about it. And to say that that was a "natural reaction to her mother being harmed" was total and utter bullshit and Grace couldn't convince herself otherwise. No matter how hard she tried.
Another headache made itself present as the bright sun decided to chase away the darkness that clouded everything.
Suddenly remembering the way Chris had hit her, Grace put her hand to her face, feeling the split lip and swollen cheek bone. An irritated sigh reminded her that her ribs were pretty damaged as well.
Grace groaned and laid back down, curling into a tight ball.
One hour after Grace's arrival...
Loki stormed angrily to the throne room as he tore his helmet from his head.
A couple of guards stepped in front of him, "Apologies, Sire, but the AllFather has requested that he not be disturbed."
"Get out of my way," Loki shoved his helmet at the guard on the left and pushed into the large room.
Odin looked up when he heard the large doors creak and swing open, "I thought that I'd made it clear when I said no disturbances."
"How could you not tell me!" Loki was asking a question, which made it clear to Odin that he was pissed. As the AllFather knew he would be if, and when he discovered the truth.
"I didn't tell you because you did not need to know." He stated plainly.
It was then that Loki realized who was in the room. The man with the long white hair turned to face Loki from his position in front of Odin who stood just at the base of the steps that lead to the throne. The Lorezian king was covered in silver, colorless drapes of cloth and jewelry. He stood at an overwhelming seven foot two, towering over Loki and Odin. A pure silver crown sat atop his head, adding almost a foot to the already soaring man.
"You were not made aware of the situation simply because I asked the AllFather not to disclose this information to you." He said matter-of-factly.
Loki saw red, "SHE W-"
"She is not!" he easily towered over Loki and sent chills up the trickster's spine, "She belongs with me, on Lorezia!"
"No, no she must stay here so that I-"
"You will have nothing to do with her recovery," the man turned back to Odin, "I will send Norrah to retrieve her in the morning." Odin bowed to the tall Lorezian king, as they both turned and went their respective ways: Odin to his throne and the Lorezian to Loki, "You will have nothing to do with her. Do you understand me, Prince?"
Loki bit down hard on his tongue to keep from speaking his mind.
Once the man had left Loki turned to Odin, a pleading look on his face, "Please."
"Loki, there is nothing that I can do for you, King Tretzenan and I have come to an agreement."
"No! No, I will NOT accept that answer! She hated what he did to her! He-he all but held her against her will! And now? Now that she remembers none of her true nature how is she just to accept what he tells her? She will not!"
"Enough!" Odin shouted, "The girl will be returned back to her home!"
"But-"
"But nothing! You will not see her until tomorrow morning at her departure! Is that clear?" Odin stood, anger evident on his face.
"Yes, father."
Ha! Like hell!
Oh mah goodness! So! I will update again hopefully by the middle to end of next week. Thank you all for taking time out of your busy/non-busy days to read and all that I ask, is that you review as well! I love reading what you all have to say about what I write!. Also! I am SO sorry for all of the mishaps in the last chapter (misspellings etc.) I tried to go through and get as many as possible out of this one but whatever I missed, feel free to bitch at me for! . I can take it!
Thanks a bunch!
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