Who are you? (A Loki Love Story)

Chapter Forty Two - Spark of Hope

          The gag comes off only once a day, for only a few precious minuets. It only comes off so that they can give me these horrid tasting pills that keep me from needing food and water. I tried screaming at them the first day, to escape. But that hadn't ended well, just adding to my scars.
        I had figured out why they had given me such an unusual gag in the first place when they took it off one day. They had hooked it up to a computer, and started to discuss sound waves. Apparently, It measures my screams. How nice.
        I haven't left the room I first woke up in, and a new sort of torture is brought in every day. Unlike before, they never left me unrestrained. They had switched what tables I was on while I was asleep so that they could wash the blood off of it, along with my restraints. I was only allowed to sleep when they decided to drug me to unconsciousness.
        My t-shirt are pajama bottoms were little more than rags now, Crusty with dried blood. My hair had been hacked off at the chin, and was in oily, tangled clumps from not being able to take care of it. When they had cut my hair off, it had made everything feel so much more.... real. They had always kept it short before, and when I had gotten out, I had insisted on letting it grow out so I would have some sort of control in my life. Now it was gone, and It made this seem sort of final. This was a nightmare that I wasn't going to wake up from.
        My thoughts are interrupted by a large guard coming into the room, bringing in the cart of todays tortures. He is soon followed by two random doctors, and they look over the charts on my wall. One of them walks over to the cart, slipping on latex gloves and picking up one of the items on the cart. I see a flash of steel.
        Oh no. No, no, no, no. Anything but this. Please no. I desperately struggle against the straps, even though I know that it's no use. I'll take anything over this. The injections, the shocks, anything. Please.
        The doctors notice my panicked state, and I see the door open again, Fuller walking into the room. "Dr. Fuller, It noticed what we are going to do today." Fuller turns towards me, and when he sees my panic, he just gets a sadistic smile on his face.
        "Well, we've had a lot of practice with the knives. Haven't we, Sophie dear?" As if I could answer. I'm half tempted to try and burn out of my bonds, but every time that I've tried, they shock me until I cool down.
        He carefully picks up one of the large knives, inspecting it before slowly walking over. He nods towards one of the doctors, and the camera in the corner of the room flips on. They've filmed every day. They used to only do it once or twice, the exception being the operations.
        The cold metal of the knife starts to slice through my skin.



Loki's POV~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~



        It's been two weeks. She's been in that place for two weeks. Thor has been here for two weeks. We've been searching for two weeks. Nothing. We can't find a thing, and it is ripping me apart inside.
        Right now they are just sitting around, discussing a new tactic of tracking. "This isn't helping us find her!" I exclaim angrily, standing up. I get surprised looks.
        "We're trying-"
        "But it's not working. She's been there for too long!"
        "Brother." Thor says, and I whirl around, glaring at him. He stands with the woman, Skye. "May we speak to you in private for a moment?" He asks. I clench my jaw, but end up following them. "Brother-"
        "I am not your brother." I hiss. We stand in the hallway, a little ways away from the meeting room. "What do you want, Thor?" I ask.
        "What is wrong with you? You have done nothing but insist on us finding Lady Crest. You have not eaten or slept in days." He asks in a slightly concerned tone. I stay silent, and I see him exchange a look with Skye.
        "Loki," She starts. I glare at her. "Do you... Do you like Sophie?" She asks, and I look at her, slightly surprised. How could she know that?
        "Of course I don't like her." I spit out, venom lacing my voice.  "I....." It's then that I realize that I don't want to lie about this. I can't. I look down, for once in my life, showing the tiredness of the past few weeks. I slowly sit down on a chair, resting my elbows on my knees and putting my face in my hands. "I love her." I mumble.
        "I knew it!" Skye squeals, making me jerk up in surprise. Thor just looks at me with a bewildered expression.
        "You...." He trails off, as if he cannot think of anything to say.
        "Yes, I love her. Is that so hard to believe, Thor?" I snap. "You love a midguardian, do you not? Why is it so absurd that I might as well?" He looks even more taken aback, if that was possible, by my outburst.
        "This... This is joyous news!" He suddenly exclaims after a moment of silence. I look at him, angry and slightly annoyed by his stupidity.
        "It would be, wouldn't it." I say. "If she wasn't kidnapped and being held in an unknown location, being tortured, and we could not help her!"
        "Skye! We need you in here!" Coulson yells from the other room. "We may have a lead!" We all look at each other for a split second before sprinting towards the meeting room. I burst through the door first, Thor close behind, and Skye trailing last. Skye runs over to Coulson.
        "What is it?" I ask. The woman scientist, Simmons, looks up at us, excited.
        "We finally were able to get a DNA match on some of the blood found in Sophie's room. The problem is, we can't find anything on the guy!"
        "It's as if he doesn't exist. Or at least his image has been wiped from anything we can find." The man, Fitz, finishes.
        "Skye, we need you to see if you can find anything on him. Use everything you need. Just find him." Coulson says. He hands her what looks like a small plastic card, and she looks up at him with wide eyes.
        "But sir, this is a level 8 clearance card-" Coulson cuts her off.
        "It gives you everything you need to find him." She nods once before opening her device and starting to pound on it, frantically searching. I feel a swell of hope rise within me at the news, and I can see it in the others faces as well.
        "You guys might well do what you want. This will take a few hours." Skye says, not looking up from her screen. Everyone slowly trickles out, until it is only Skye and I left. I paced the floor, trying to think of anything that might help Sophie. The only thing I could think of was a tracking spell, which I could not do, due to the fact that most of my magic was taken away. Curse Odin!
        "Loki, sit your butt down. Pacing is not helping me concentrate." Skye says, dragging me out of my thoughts. I immediately sit, not wanting to get in the way of help. Sophie need to be back here. Now. Who knew what those people were doing to her.
        "Hey." Skye jerks me out of my thoughts again. She is looking up at me with concern. "It's okay. We'll find her."




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        Skye slams her hand down on the table next to her screen, making me jump. "I've got him!" She yells, jumping up. My head snaps up, and I'm over there in a second.
        "What is it?" I ask quickly.
        'Get the others first. We need everyone." I nod once before racing out of the room.
        "Jarvis, where are the others?" I ask. Skye had fixed Jarvis a few days ago, seeing that he had been shut down by the men who had taken Sophie.
        "In the kitchen sir." I sprint towards the kitchen and burst through the door. They all look up at me, and I see that they've been picking at half filled plates.
        "Skye's got something." I say. They're all frozen for a moment before we are all running back to the meeting room. She looks up when we all come in, and starts talking immediately.
        "At first, this guy was like a ghost. No social media, no student records, no bank accounts. Nothing. I couldn't find a birth certificate, police record, I mean, this guy was wiped clean from the system-"
        "Get on with it, Skye." Coulson interrupts.
        "Right. Sorry." She says. "Anyway, I was looking through when I found a ghost of an old newspaper article. He apparently was some huge jock in college and won an award in weightlifting. After that, it was pretty easy to find a picture and some solid info on the guy."
        "You've got a picture? That means we can do a face trace!" Simmons says excitedly, clapping her hands.
        "I know. All we need to start is permission from the head honcho over here." Skye says, gesturing towards Coulson. He looks at her as if she's lost her mind.
        "Start it!" He half yells. She nods.
        "Jarvis, you heard the man. Start the face trace!"
        "Yes miss." He replies. All we have left to do is wait.








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