Second Chance

Chapter 12

"What do you mean what I can become? How could you possibly know anything about me?"

"I saw your future!" I scream. He looks at me, and comes to sit next to me.

"My future... You-"

"Yes. The first day I met you. I was fixing your hand and our hand contact sent me into a blur, until I realized what I was seeing. Your future. It's one of the many things I'm burdened with, seeing someone's future. I can't see everyones, and it happens when I least expect it..."

"Oh." He puts his hand on my thigh.

"I can show you, if you wish to see. Some find it comforting, others don't." He doesn't say anything for several minutes.

"Well, I suppose it would be strange to see. But I think I can manage, if you still wish to show me."

"Of course, but I need to warn you. Not all of it is bright and cheerful. A lot of this will be completely shocking and you might get angry."

"I will be quite alright, Secret." I turn to face him, taking both of his hands in mine.

"You sure about this?"

"Yes." He says seriously.

"Alright, close your eyes." He does what he is told, and I begin the transfer of images so that we are both seeing the same thing. First the bad side starts to play. I can feel him flinching, and as that future fade away he snatches his hands away from me.

"Is this why you have been so nice to me? You see me perish at the hands of my father and you feel as if you must save me?" He yells.

"Loki, no, that's not all-"

"So what is this then? Do you feel sorry for me? Well I feel sorry for you, for ever trusting me!" And with that he lunges at me, putting his hands to my throat. I can barely breath and I am struggling underneath him. He overpowers me so easily, and my mind is races. I cannot think of what to do. I pull at his hair, his shirt, and yet his eyes are fixed on mine. I look him in the eyes, grab the back of his head, and I put his lips to mine. As I kiss him, I play the images of the second future. His grip loosens on my throat, until one hand falls away and the other is placed on the small of my back. Once the scene finally fades away, I let go of his head and back away. I stand up, and go into the bathroom, locking the door. I look at my neck. It is almost instantly bruised, and I notice tears coming down my face. I take off the mask and throw it. What did I just do? I sit on the floor, and like a child, I just cry. Am I so stupid as to believe he would change? I let my guard down, and I almost died... I trusted a murder. I hear a knock at the door.

"Go away. I have nothing to say to you." I say this, thinking it will work. All of sudden, the door burst open and he comes in. I hurriedly cover my face with my hands. "You need to leave, I don't have on my mask. I'm exposed."

"Secret, I.. I am sorry." He practically yells. I keep my head down, looking for where I threw the mask. I find it in the bathtub, and I put it on.

"Oh really? How am I supposed to believe you? You just tried to kill me, after all that I've done for you!"

"I am being honest with you. I can assure you, I regret what I have done to you." He turns me around to face him. "Secret, please believe me." He whispers.
"Listen." I sigh. "I can see you do truly feel bad for what you did, and I do believe you are sorry. I just need a moment alone." He nods, and leaves the room. He tries to shut the door, but it is completely broken. Wouldn't be the first time. I get up and look at myself in the mirror. The bruising is forming slowly. The red, the blue, and the purple all shining like a new tattoo would. I take my hands and lightly drag my fingers across my neck, healing the wounds that have been inflicted on me. I can feel my vocal cords tingling as they come back to life, and it feels amazing to be able to take a sufficient breath. I fix my hair and my mask, and I go back into the room. He is not on his bed, so I check the closet. Nothing. The bathroom is locked, so I use my spare key to open the door. "Knock knock." I mumble. He is sitting on the ground with his head in his hands. I sigh once more, knowing that all of this must be really hard for him. A man who once saught to destroy freedom and rule the world is now realizing that he has actual feelings. He actually cares for people, and its hitting him hard. I kneel down in front on him, pushing his legs aside so I am sitting right in front of him. "Look at me." I whisper. He doesn't move. I take his hands, pull them away from his face, and intertwine our fingers. "Loki, why are you in the floor?"
"I have hurt you. When you have done nothing wrong."
"Yes, that is true. But it doesn't explain why you're in the floor."
"I thought you would never speak to me again."
"Loki, just because I am upset with you doesn't mean I'm gonna walk away from you. Yes, what you did hurt me, but I would never abandon a friend. No matter what they did."
"You think of me as a friend?"
"Yes. I hope you see me as yours as well." I smile. I let go of his hands and pull him in for a hug. His head lays on my chest, and he slowly wraps his arms around me. He hugs me tightly, and I know that I won't have the will to let go. He has never hugged me back before. This is a breakthrough. He has seen his future. Both the good and the bad. He apologized. He cried. Even though everything could have ended badly, it didn't. In my heart, I truly believe he is changing.