Who are you? (A Loki Love Story)

Chapter Forty Six - Done

       "I still don't think that this is a good idea." Nat says. We're outside of the interrogation room, and I'm leaning on her with most of my weight. She was acting like it was nothing, which it probably wasn't much. It had been only an hour since I had told them who Dr. Fuller was, and bruce was really worried about the fact that my cuts weren't healing correctly, and that he still didn't know what I had been injected with. I was worried too, the pain had started up my stomach, and was getting a little stronger.
        "I need to know Nat." I say. "And I'm the only one he'll talk too." Nat looked a little annoyed by that. Neither her nor May could get anything out of him. That had pretty much ticked everyone off. Especially when they had to drag Nat out of the room to stop her from beating him senseless when all he said to her was 'I'll only speak to it.' To be honest, they didn't look like they really wanted to drag her out of there.
        "If he does anything..." She warns, trailing off.
        "Yea, yea. I get it. you'll kill him in some huge painful way." I take a deep breath. "Just help me in there, ok?" She nods, and goes to open the door.
        "We'll be watching." she says, and I nod. I was secretly glad that they were watching this. I really didn't want to feel like I was alone in there. Nat opens the door, and helps me into the chair on the opposite side of the table that Fuller sits on. He looks up and smiles.
        "Ah, so it wants to speak to me." I see Nat's jaw clench, and she grips the back of the chair. She glares daggers at him, and I lay a hand on her shoulder.
        "It's okay Nat, I'm used to it." That only seemed to tick her off more. "Go." I finally say. "I'll be fine." She gives me one last look, before leaving the room, slamming the door on her way out. We sit in silence, just calmly sittig there, waiting for one of us to make the first move.
        "Fuller." I say. He chuckles.
        "What? No, 'hi dad?'" He asks. I give him a cold look.
        "I haven't called you dad since you started torturing me." I say.
        "It wasn't torture. Simply.... Scientific curiosity." He says.
        "No..." I say. "No, I'm pretty sure that is called torture in every modern society. And old societies. Pretty much any society." I say.
        "You use one word, I use another."
        "Technically yours is two words." I point out.
        "Don't speak back like that to me!" I see his hand jerk up, and I immediately cringe back, forgetting that he was in handcuffs. "Pathetic." I hear him chuckle. I take a deep breath, remembering what I came in here to ask.
        "Why aren't my cuts healing like they normally would?" I ask him quietly. He rolls his eyes as if he's annoyed that I don't already know the answer.
        "New pain serum." He says, leaning back in his chair. "Doubled the pain on contact, and we figured out a way to slow down your healing. Quite an interesting formula, actually."
        "What have I ever done to you to deserve this?" I ask. He glares at me.
        "You deprived me of being able to raise a normal human being." He hisses. "All we wanted was a child. And they gave us you." He says. "I figured that I should deal with what I was delt though, so I took advantage of what you gave me."
        "I was a child!" I yell.
        "No." He says. "You acted like one. You're a demon, a wolf in sheep's clothing."
        "I was eight!" I say, yelling again. "you took away my childhood and replaced it with nightmares and me wishing I'd never been born!"
        "I knew that already. You didn't deserve to live." He says. "and you knew it as well, when you begged us to just kill you." I tense at those words, and Fuller notices. "Ohhh..." He trails off. "They don't know about that, do they?" He asks. "How you pleaded for hours on end, asking us to let you die." He smiles sadistically. "Do they know about the attempts?"
        He laughs when I don't answer. "How many times did you try? I can't even remember." He says. "Over ten, maybe fifteen or twenty times? We always caught you before you were able to slit both of your wrists, whenever a student accidentally left a tool. Or the once when you tried to cut you own throat." He shakes his head. "But your most recent one, what was it? Two weeks ago?"
        "Don't." I say.
        "You tried to electrocute yourself to death. Not the most pleasant way to go, but still." He says, going on as if he hadn't heard me. "You tried to overload your system. It was really the only thing you could try in your position. But you passed out first. We didn't keep your shocks on a lethal setting, close, but not quite." He chuckles. "It didn't work out well for you, did it?"
        "We aren't here to talk about that." I say in a shaky voice.
        "Then what do you want to talk about?" He asks. "Get to the point. I don't like wasting my breath on you. Espesially in your condition."
        "What did you inject me with? Right before they got me out?" He smirks.
        "You can feel it, can't you? It going through your system." I nod once. I could feel it getting close to my chest, the pain growing little by little.
        "What is it?" I ask, again, and he smirks and leans forward.
        "If I can't have you." He hisses. "No one can." He leans back in his chair, looking satisfied at the horrified look on my face.
        "You- You poisoned me?" I half whisper.
        "But of course." He says. "At least now you get what you wanted. You get to die."



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



        "Fuller." Sophie says. We are all watching the discussion on a large screen, worrying about her. She wasn't getting any better.
        "What? No, 'hi dad?'" He asks, and Sophie gives him a cold look. I wondered why they didn't just let Natasha beat the answers out of him. It would mean less for Sophie to go through.
        "I haven't called you dad since you started torturing me." she says.
        "It wasn't torture." He says, and I scoff. "Simply.... Scientific curiosity." I see angered faces around the room at his answer.
        "No..." Sophie trails off, unphased. "No, I'm pretty sure that is called torture in every modern society. And old society. Pretty much any society."
        "You use one word, I use another." Fuller says.
        "Technically, yours is two words." Sophie points out. Stark smirks, and I'm not quite sure, but I think I hear him mumble 'atta girl' under his breath.
        "Don't speak back like that to me!" Fuller roars, and I see his hand jerk up to hit her. She immediately cringes back, forgetting that he is in handcuffs, and I see Coulson, Natasha, and Clint all trying to calm themselves down."Pathetic." We all hear him mutter. I glance beside me and I see both Simmons and Stark trying to calm Bruce down.
        "Why aren't my cuts healing like they normally would?" Sophie asks quietly, regaining her composure while changing the subject.
        "New pain serum." He says, leaning back in his chair. "Doubled the pain on contact, and we figured out a way to slow down your healing. quite an interesting formula, actually." He talks so casually about hurting her, and I feel my fingers clench on the countertop.
        "What have I ever done to deserve this?" She asks, and he glares at he. Does he really expect her to know the answer to a question she asked?
        "You deprived me of being able to raise a normal human being." He hisses. "All we wanted was a child and they gave us you." I see Sophie flinch again at that, but it is so slight tha I doubt she realizes that shes done it. "I figured that I should deal with what I was delt though, so I took advantage of what you gave me."
        "I was a child!" Sophie yells.
        "No." He says. "You acted like one. You're a demon, a wolf in sheep's clothing." "How dare he?
        "I was eight!" She says, yelling again. " You took away my childhood and replaced it with nightmares and me wishing I'd never been born!"
        "I knew that already. You didn't deserve to live." He snaps, and I see that all of us are ready to go get her out of there and hurt him, but his next words freeze us all in our tracks. "and you knew it as well when you begged us to just kill you." All of our heads snap to the screen at those words, just in time to see Sophie stiffen. Fuller notices. "Ohhh..." He trails off. "They don't know about that, do they?" He asks her. "How you pleaded for hours on end, asking us to let you die." He smiles sadistically at her before doing the same towards the camera for a brief moment. He turns back to her. "Do they know about the attempts?"
        He laughs when he gets his answer in her silence. She had tried to end her life?  "How many times did you try? I can't even remember." He says. "Over ten, maybe fifteen or twenty times? We always caught you before you were able to slit both of your wrists, whenever a student accidentally left a tool. Or the once when you tried to cut your own throat." Shock resonates around the room, no one able to say a word about this. She had tried to kill herself that many times. She had even cut her own throat. I feel anger run through me with a white hot speed. They had pushed her to this. "But your most recent one, what was it? Two weeks ago?" A strangled gasp cae from Natasha at those words. Had she not thought that we would come get her?
        "Don't." Sophie says.
        "You tried to electrocute yourself to death. Not the most pleasant way t go, but still." He says, continuing as if she hadn't said anything. "You tried to overload your system. It was really the only thing you could try in your position. But you passed out first. We didn't keep the shocks on a lethal setting, close, but not quite." He chuckles at the look of pain and horror on Sophie's face. "It didn't wok out well for you, did it?"
        "We aren't here to talk about that." Sophie says in a shaky voice. The look of pain on her face cuts me deep, making me wish that I was there.
        "Then what do you want to talk about?" He asks her. "Get to the point. I don't like wasting my breath on you. Especially in your condition." What did he mean by that?"
        "What did you inject me with? Right before they got me out?" She asks, and he smirks.
        "You can feel it, can't you?" He asks, leaning foreard in his chair. "It going though your system." There is a moment, before she nods, just once.
        "What is it?" She asks again, her voice stronger now. He leans even closer and smirks.
        "If I can't have you." He hisses. "No one can." My breath hitches, getting caught in my throat. No. This wasn't happeneing.
        "You-You poisoned me?" She half whispers in a horrified voice.
        "But of course." He says. leaning back in his chair. "At least now you get what you wanted. You get to die."
        And in that moment time stops.



Sophie's POV~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~



        As if he had timed his words just right, a sharp pain hits my chest, sending me into a coughing fit. I can hear pounding feet outside the door, getting closer each second. The door bursts open, and Phil, Loki, and Nat burst in, freezing at the sight of me coughing up what I now realize is blood coating my hand. No one stops Nat this time as she goes over and punches Fuller a few times, knocking him out. Loki quickly picks me up and runs after Phil towards the medical wing. 
        We're about halfway there when I start to sieze. My muscles spasm, and I lose control over my limbs. The shaking going through my body only makes Loki panic more and run faster. He flies into the room, before carefully setting me down on the white bed. Why did everything medical have to be so white? IF I ever opened a hospital, it would be every color except white. I'm instantly hooked up to a dozen machienes, but no needles they had remembered.
        "Her heart rate is skyrocketing."
        The pain is racing for my chest.
        "She won't stop spasming."
        I have no control over my body anymore
        "No...no it's slowing down."
        Pain shoots through my body, and I can't cry out.
        "Her heart is too slow!"
        The pain is like nothing I've ever felt, the second it hits my chest.
        "Why has she stoped moving?!"
        I feel my body start to give up, my muscles relaxing.
        "We can't do anything."
        Their horrified whisper.
        "Sophie." It's his broken voice that gives me the strength to look over at him. Loki is doing something I hadn't ever seen before. He was crying.
        "Loki..."
        His eyes snap up to me, full of hurt.
        "I..."
        My chest is constricting. My throat is closing, and I can't breathe.
        "Love..."

        My vision goes black.