The Forgotten Goddess

I'm Sorry

TW mentions rape, death, blood, SH, and torture

I sent the thought out, hoping he would hear me.

1st Person POV (Alexandrya)

The next day I was awoken to pain running up and down my spine. I cried out. I had forgotten how much the shocks hurt.

I was dragged to a room.

"Here's your first mission. Remember, one mistake and she dies." An agent told me. I nodded and a file was slid to me.

The name read "Marcus Luzen" a wealthy businessman who also ran a homeless shelter. 

I made sure it was quick and painless. I left a note that said

"I'm sorry"

~~~Time Skip 3 months~~~

No one came.

I called out to Loki every day to no avail.

The guard did the same thing every day.

He beat me, had his way, and then beat me again.

Every night I curled up in a ball in the farthest corner of my cell. They hadn't done anything to Neveah and I was determined to keep it that way. 

She told me she loved me every night. I whispered it back.

*TW SH*

I always waited for her to be asleep before I would take the jagged glass shard I had found and drag it across my skin.

I would watch as my blood would bubble out. The cuts always healed over too fast.

So I would do it again. And again. And again.

*TW END*

Every night.

For three months.

Every day until today.

Today Neveah and I were taken to the same room. We were both forced into chairs and chained up.

"Care to explain why the fucking Avengers are raiding our bases?" The guard yelled at me. I opened my mouth but was cut off

"I thought I made myself clear. One slip up and she dies." He pointed a gun at Neveah and I froze.

Time moved in slow motion. I screamed for him to stop. I begged and pleaded.

I tried to move, but I couldn't. I was trapped.

I knew what was about to happen.

A gunshot rang through the room and I looked away. 

Something in me snapped as I heard her scream.

The collar around my neck quite literally snapped and fell to the ground. The guard looked at me in horror as an evil grin stretched across my face.

Raising my hand, water forced itself down his throat. He fell to his knees gasping as I drowned him. Hearing movement behind me, I whirled around. my daggers flashed and they were all dead within seconds.

Not caring that I was coated in blood, my own and others, I bent down to Neveah's limp form, feeling for a pulse. I didn't feel a strong one.

My mind reached out. She was there. She wasn't gone. 

I picked her up and ran out.

I killed everyone I came across. Twisting the dagger into their hearts. Loving the way their blood flowed over my hands. Enjoying seeing the light leave their eyes.