Bored

Prolog

„Pain"- this was all her body was crying out. Every nerve ending, every neuron either fired or received the consequences of her many injuries or lesions.

„Pain" was everything she felt. Everything, except annoyance and frustration.

She walked torwards the building that just a few minutes ago was one of many. One of the many buildings in the area, an insignificant medium tall one at best. The logo of what people called jokingly the „Restaurant >>To The Golden Seagull<<" was still set stubbornly on the now highest building of this area.

Not yet.

She could not Collaps yet.

Not before she reached the center of this madness. Not before he could hear her yelling at him.

It had to be one step after another. One mildly injured foot pulling her whole body forward. And every step was more painful. More exhausting than the other.

How end I up this way? – she wondered No, actually, WHEN did it go wrong?

She looked up, holding her aching shoulding, and saw the silouette of a man, sitting on the „M" on top of the now highest building.

Just a little bit. Just a little bit more.

WHy, again, did she burdened herself with a responsibility like that? Was it the prospect of salvation? A good, layed-back life? Ort he fact she dared out of a fleeting thought, out of being bored? But, who the fuck would have thpught she got her bored wish? And what's up with all these behaviors she didn't know about, because they were never shown.

Of course they don't show it to you, silly! This is not a behavior suited for somebody who claims to be a god! Do you think he shows this side to anybody? She thought

Well, appearently, he does it in front of her.

Shall I be flattered about it or...annoyed? She sighed

No.

Nononono!

Do not collaps! Do not die! I get, what I fucking want! I will go further, as I always did! I will go firther than everybody else expected me to go! I will not collaps here!

She stopped, gaterhing all of her strength and breath to yell: „Loki! Dude, chill! It's just an Ice-cream machine!"