Give me Love

3. A Night You'll Never Forget*

You slipped in and out of consciousness many times before you finally found the energy to wake up. Your head was groggy and felt as heavy as a brick, but it didn't stop you from opening your eyes and trying to sit up. Well... that is until a strong bout of nausea ripped through your stomach and you were forced to lie back down and close your eyes. Apparently you had hit your head during the altercation with The Teacher, and, as it felt serious, you decided not to move. You wanted to stay in the comfortable serenity as long as possible before you were forced back to the holding room with the other girls; maybe if you lay still enough, they'd take pity on you and let you 'sleep' a little longer... It was only then that you noticed your soft surroundings. This was not the same cold, hard hallway that you remembered passing out in... Your eyes snapped open, and, even though the painfully bright lights were enough to blind someone, you tried to look around for some clue as to where you were...

It took a moment for your vision to clear completely, but when it did, you were amazed. The room you were in was a far cry from what you were used to, and even more luxurious than the rooms you had seen before. Though the more you thought about it, you came to realise that all you had really seen was the hallway... If you had enough capacity at that moment, you would have mentally face palmed for being so stupid. What did it matter if the rooms were nice? What did it matter if it was peaceful at the moment? You showed disobedience in front of Loki. That was bad...

You sat up, slower this time, and tried to forget the nagging throb in your temple and ache of your chest and throat. The room was large, and, most importantly, empty. A small, relieved sigh left your lips as you swung your legs from the plush daybed. Your body was aching all over; apparently your scuffle with The Teacher had brought back the pains of past injuries. Don't linger on the pain... Just forget it. Push it to the back of your mind. You grit your teeth as you struggled to stand. Your legs were shaky, and several times you thought you were about to fall back down to the soft cushioned bed. But you didn't, and even managed to stumble forward, catching yourself on a near-by coffee table before you hit the ground.

You flexed the muscles in your legs, trying the shake the throbbing pins and needles sensation in your legs, but when the tingling sensation didn't go away, you resigned to your bodies nagging need for relief, and rested against the table. You sighed and allowed your (e/c) eyes to scan the room, actually taking in your surroundings for the first time. The walls were a very pale shade of bone which made the room seem even larger than it was. There was a single wall painted charcoal, which had the head of a large, king-size bed against it, and a thin white veil-like canopy danced in the air above the bed, tangling around the ebony wood of the bedposts. There were other pieces of furniture, couches, televisions, small tables, and, of course, the daybed you were once on which lay directly underneath the large window. All of the pieces of furniture followed the same color scheme, charcoal and pale bone, but there were small flecks of green that offered the only real color throughout the entire room.

Wait... the window... Your eyes travelled back to the window. From this area of Stark Tower, the city looked completely normal... There were lights shining brightly against the night sky, people walking the streets, and even cars traveling across the city... But you knew it was wrong.... New York was all but destroyed that day. Sure, Loki had ordered the repair of a few buildings, but not to this extent. Enough strength had returned to your legs, and you felt comfortable enough to walk forward. You leaned over the daybed and traced your fingers over the cool glass. How was he doing this? You had heard of his abilities regarding illusions... but surely he couldn't do something this big. You moved to kneel on the bed, and opened one of the smaller windows. When you looked out, you were utterly shocked.

There was nothing... no lights, no people, no cars... It was the same rubble you were accustomed to looking at from your shared room. Your heart sank... You knew what you had been looking at wasn't right, but still, it succeeded in getting your hopes up that the world could return to normal... You sighed and closed the window. That was when you noticed the thin wires surrounding the pane of glass. Was... was it a recorded video just playing on the glass? Was it a hologram? Why would Loki have such a thing in his room? Your brows furrowed. Was this even Loki's room? You had made the assumption from the luxuriousness of it, but he surely wouldn't have something to remind him of the old days... Would he? You shook your head to try to clear your mind before turning back around to face the still empty room; a nervous knot had formed in your stomach.