"What the hell?" I looked up a little at the door and saw a large pale hand there holding the door closed. I followed up the arm to look at the source of it. Loki was standing behind me. Trapping me between his body and the door. He wasn't touching me which I was glad for, but he was still too close.
"I'm not babysitting you." He growled down at me. I didn't really take inconsideration how tall this man was, but I felt really tiny compared to him at this moment and I didn't like it. I turned to look at him. Which at this moment I regretted.
"Then why are you following me?" I pushed on his chest, but he didn't move. He seemed to get closer instead.
He was staring down at me intensely. His chest was about three inches from my face now.
There was a whistle behind him that made him move away from me. Thank God. Loki stepped to the side, giving me a view of the owner to the whistle. It was Clint.
"Loki, why are you up?" He was glaring at Loki. Clint glanced at me in front of the door and then back to Loki. "Why are you staking Ashlee?"
Loki huffed at Clint and disappeared.
"What the fuck?'' I gasped. Staring at the spot Loki was just at. Only there was no one there, just a hint of green shimmer left behind.
"Loki can teleport." Clint stated. Walking closer to me.
I slowly nodded and refocused on Clint.
"What are you doing up?" He asked, a lot nicer than when he was talking to Loki.
"I had a bad dream, so I wanted some air and a cigarette." I held up my tin again.
Clint nodded "Ahh, why was Loki here?" He asked.
"I ran into him on the elevator, and he followed me here. I don't know why." I was telling him the truth. I didn't know why Loki was stalking me.
He made a sound in the back of his throat; he didn't seem convinced. "Well as long as you stay away from the edge out there it will be safe to smoke. But I wouldn't stay out there too long. It's going to storm soon." He walked back over to the elevator.
I nodded and opened the door. He was right; it looked really dark, and the wind was blowing a little harder. But it wasn't raining yet so I had time to smoke. I made sure the door didn't slam closed. I walked a good few feet from the door but stayed away from the edge like Clint said. I had to try three times to get my cigarette to light but I did get it too finally. I slowly smoked and looked out into the night for about ten minutes when I was finally done, I butted the cigarette out and tossed the butt. The wind was picking up a little more, so I hurried to the door. When I tried to turn the handle, it wouldn't budge. "Shit. shit" I pulled a little harder on the door, but it wouldn't open. I did try to open it before and it opened, so why is it not now?
I looked through the glass and saw a shadow in the hallway and then poof it was gone. "That little bitch!!" I yelled.
