Dark Side of the Almighty

I: Almost Time to Cross #11 Off Taavi's Kill List

This book is dedicated to my three baby sisters, my two older ones, and Boris and Natashia - the two aliens who contacted me yesterday. Boris, I know you said not to tell anyone of your existence, but I don't care. Come throw me into a piece of string if you want. 

Historian's Note: The events of this book take place two years after the final battle with Gaia.

Ashley breathed heavily as she attempted to escape her pursuer. Her clothes were so torn that there was barely anything to cover what needed to be covered. She had cuts all over her body. She kept moving her head around, in an attempt to find her pursuer as he tried to catch her by surprise.

I need to get away, she thought to herself, then winced in pain.

She gripped her side tightly. She was losing way too much blood. She felt dizzy, but refused to stop running. She refused to just "roll over and die" as her pursuer had put it. And so, Ashley limped towards the exit of the building she was in. If she could make it to there, she was homefree. She knew it. She was almost there. Just five more feet... Three... One... Then he appeared, his Múspell eyes so blue and bright, she might as well have been looking directly into a blue supergiant, and that horrible wide, toothy, sadistic grin that never seemed to leave his face.

"Hello, darling." the man greeted genially, before stabbing her in the stomach.

"You don't have to do this, Taav-" she began, before...

She cried out in pain as the man twisted his blade in her stomach, then fell to the ground with a thud when he pulled it out. Ashley lied there on the ground, in a puddle of her own blood, dead. The man waited.

Ashley's eyes snapped open, her mouth opened, and she screamed as green fire burst out of her eyes and mouth, then sent a blinding flash all across the building. The man wiped his blade clean of her blood, then walked out of the building. The civilians looked at him, fear in their eyes as he strode from the scene of the murder.

A caucasian man dressed in green ancient Nordic robes with gold lining the stitching moved from behind the building and met up with him.

"What do you want?"

The Nordic man smiled. "Don't you think that you should've done the deed somewhere less public?" he asked.

The other man looked at his companion. "It doesn't matter where I do it, Loki." he replied. "They're dead."

"Yes." Loki agreed. "But if you kill too many people in pub-"

"That reminds me." the man said airily, before walking towards the nearest civilian.

"That's not what I-" he was too late.

The air was filled with the screams of the witnesses to the murder the man committed, until the only living beings in the area were Loki and the man.

Loki sighed.

"I will kill as many people as I have to, Loki." the man promised, walking towards him. "As long as they are one of them."

"If you say so." Loki shrugged.

The man's eyes turned turned from their radiant blue to their natural deep chocolate brown. 

"Have you really not noticed him?" Loki asked.

"Hmm?" Taavi wondered al... Wait, is he looking at me?

Oh, God, he is! 

"I'm just the Narrator!" I said.

"Of my story, correct?" The man asked me and I nodded. "Well, we can't have you running around."

"Oh, God, please no!"

"Wait." Loki said, and, amazingly, he did.

"Why?" the man asked.

"We can use him for later." 

The man seemed to pout, but it was hard to tell since that smile didn't go away, only thinned very, very slightly. Oh, dear Almighty God was that smile creepy. 

"What about them?"

"No, you can't kill fangirls." Loki informed him. "You'll only bring them in here with us and we'll be hounded. I mean, have you seen the fangirls my Marvel counterpart has?"

"Ugh, fine." the man whined, all without breaking that grin and began to walk away, as I exhaled and ran for the hills.