Chapter 5
Was it an eternity, or just five minutes that I waited? I couldn't tell. The intricate details of this insane existence of mine were weaving themselves into a tightly-knit pattern inside of my head, like a spider's web. Or maybe it wasn't my existence that was insane. Maybe I was.
No matter how hard I tried not to think about it, the problems only returned to my mind. So I surrendered to them. The troubles swarmed through me like spiders on that web. No one had ever told me or explained. Oh, to be that simple and innocent young girl listening to tales on Thor's knee. But that was long past now. Instead of the vulnerable youth, I needed to be tougher. This was not going to work if I cried now.
Now that I really thought about it, I hadn't cried. Something in me kept me from doing so.
A sudden crack behind me made me spin around. There was Loki, a knowing sneer on his face. "Hello, daughter dearest."
"Why did you want to kill her?" I asked him, crouching and tense.
"Who, Linda? She is a complication! She knows too much."
"So she already knows about Asgard? And you and Thor?"
Loki's menacing grin never left his face. "Quite so. And her son is just in the way. I suppose now I'll have to kill you, too. Though I really feel I shouldn't. After all, it doesn't seem right that a father should murder one of his own blood. Ah, well." He raised his staff. "Shall we dance?"
I viciously threw myself at him with every intent of slaughtering him. Our staffs met with a clang as we clashed. Loki pushed hard; I pushed harder, throwing him back. The smirk was gone now. In its place was one of hatred. He didn't actually want me, he never had. He merely wanted me out of the way.
We fought for quite some time. Eventually, wounds made us pause for breath. He walked just a bit to the side; Loki was limping. I put a hand up to my head, where he had hit me with his staff, and my palm came away bloody. My ribs ached from where he had struck me. "I suppose…" Loki said between breaths "…that I should go pay a visit to Linda while I'm in recovery from these wounds you've given me." I cried out "No!" but he disappeared.
What was I to do? I needed to get to Mrs.—Mom—but I was wounded, and the power in my staff greatly depleted. Still, I began to run (or limp) in the direction that Damien had taken my mother.
If only I could get there before…
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