Life in a Gilded Cage
Chapter 6
Rose Marie was a normal girl, who lived a simple life. She lived alone in a tiny apartment, kept neat, tidy and minimalistic. She worked through til the dawn cleaning in a faceless, dull office. Rose hated the job, but she needed the money. She was saving every penny to get away from here. She'd never felt welcome anywhere she had lived, never felt that this was her place in the world.
She dreamed of far off lands, and mystical places. Her living area was sparse, like a show home, apart from one shelf that was full of battered paperback copies of books on Norse mythology and history. It showed where she longed to be so very badly. The drawer in her desk held the only other personal things in her life.
A folder full of her sketches, hundreds of drawings of Asgard, the city she saw every night in her dreams. The drawings of blonde haired Gods, ice demons, and a thousand other images which haunted her. All these years, all the name changes, all the travelling trying to hide herself from view. She'd always kept these two sets of things with her, she couldn't live without them.
Another shift at work nearly over, as she emptied the recycle bins. Rose sighed, she wanted, no she NEEDED so much more then this dull, idiotic mortal existence. She deserved to be up there with the Asgardians! She'd always felt that Asgard was her home, that she had been cast out for some reason to exist on this pitiful Midgard. She felt like she was being punished for something she couldn't even remember, maybe if she could work out what it was then she could get home.
As she replaced the empty bins a tear slipped from her eye thinking about it all. The longing inside of her to go somewhere stronger then ever, she just didn't know how to get where she needed to go. That was the worst feeling, like she was being torn in two. It never let up, waking her in the night with "I must go" on her lips, then fading out cause she didn't know where. She wanted to scream in frustration most of the time, barely with straining herself.
Rose picked up her thin denim jacket, stamped her timecard and walked out into the cool dawn air. A light drizzle damp on her face as she stood there. She had never minded the rain, it felt like freedom to her. Rose looked across towards the bus stop as the workers bus pulled into the bay. She really should go back to that sparse apartment and fall into bed for a few hours rest. Today though she didn't feel like sleeping, there was a storm brewing, she could feel it in her blood. She could never rest while her body was charged with the power of the storm.
Watching the bus pulling away, she headed towards the cliffs behind where she worked. She'd only taken the job in the first place for the amazing view of the waves crashing against the shore below. It was the first place in a really long time where she had almost felt like she was home. She'd watched some of the most powerful, terrifying storms brewing from that cliff face.
Today would be no different, as Rose sat on the cliff edge dangling her legs into the abyss. Feeling her skin crackling as the energy built around her. This always happened, she always felt a part of the events. Like the storms somehow followed her, or were they a part of her?
She had thought for the longest time that she was crazy, in fact her mother had tried to send her away for mental 'assessments'. That was when she had started running, and never looked back. She didn't think she was crazy, different yes, but not crazy. She could do things that others couldn't, she always had been able to. She was smart, really smart, could work things out long before anyone else. Puzzle boxes she could open in seconds, sometimes hell she thought she knew what was going to happen before it even happened.
Rose opened herself to that rush of power, that high like nothing else she had ever felt. As the power soared through her, she truly felt like a goddess! But then something went very badly wrong, it started to hurt her. That had never happened before. There was an imbalance in the energies, the ground shook beneath her feet. The world was about to break apart, with or without her being there.
Rose sprung to her feet, trying to use the power to ease the growing wound in the world before it gained anymore strength. She was out of her league, didn't know what she was doing. Her powers she had always used on instinct, never daring to tell others what she could do, or search out a teacher to help her control it.
The crack grew despite her best efforts to stop it. A wave of energy hit her as the lightning crackled around the bay, the rain soaking her tee shirt to her skin. One last crash of thunder overhead and she slipped on the muddy grass, and then she was falling.
Falling forever, or so it seemed.
Falling through darkness, and damp earth, completely devoid of all light. Finally after half an eternity she hit a more solid surface with a bone cracking force. Blacking out for a few seconds before she realised that she had landed on a man, a very hot looking man!