Man Clad in Green

Chapter Two

Bright lights made it hard for Cordelia to want to open her eyes. It made her eyes burn and her head ache. She cracked them open nonetheless. At first, all she saw was bright white ceiling. In fact, she was surrounded by white. Four white walls.

A sharp chlorine smell burned her nostrils. Where was she? Why was she lying down? Why did her head ache so bad?

"You had quite the fall, my dear." A deep voice spoke.

Cordelia's head snapped to where she heard the voice. A chair to the right of her is where a tall, dark haired man sat. His green eyes watched her with amusement. A small grin played on his pale face. It was him.

She had so many curses she wanted to yell at him. So many things she wanted to hurt him with. But none of this left her. She wanted to know where she was and why she was here. Then maybe she could kill him.

"Where am I?" She asked. Her voice came out a bit raspy.

"In a place you Midgardians call a 'hospital'. Before you ask another question, I am quite curious on the words you really wish to say to me." His smirk was wider. It seemed to reach the tips of his ears. And it only fueled the anger down in her gut. She could feel it growing like an infection, eating away at her insides.

"Tell me everything." He prompted.

She looked at him straight in the eye. She needed to say something, but nothing would convey the hatred and anger she felt for this....this monster. What could she possibly say? Would she not just seem like a fool?

A hearty chuckle brought her to reality. She narrowed her eyes at the man. "Go to hell."

He laughed again. His shoulders shook but his eyes did not leave hers. His amusement only made her angerier. If she could stand up, she would choke him until he couldn't smile at her any longer.

"I'm afraid I am already due to end up there."

"Leave. Get out. I don't want you here. Why the hell do you continue with this? Haven't you had enough?" She wished she could sound more intimidating, but her voice was barely anything considered harsh. It was desperate. And she hated how disgustingly desperate it sounded.

"Not quite. The dream has been fun, but now your true purpose is now coming into play." He stood up as graceful as a swan. His steps even more so graceful. He walked until he was by her bedside. She realized then how small she was. And how smaller she was lying down.

"My purpose?" Cordelia squeaked.

"Yes love. Your purpose." He said, placing a hand on the side of her bed.

She shuffled to the other side of her bed. She didn't want to any closer to him than she already was. She needed to have any kind of upper hand she could manage. There weren't a lot of options of being intimidating in this situation.

"You see. At this moment, I'm being held prisoner. I'm being caged like a wild animal and I'm not much for captivity. I need you to release me." His eyes met her angry, confused ones.

"How are you..? You're right there." She asked.

"This is merely a "hologram" as you Midgardians say. This is not my physical form sadly." He gave another devilish smirk towards her.

She had so many thoughts running rampant in her brain. So many many questions she wanted answers to. So many threats she wanted to voice. So many frustration she wanted to take out.

"You seem a bit hesitant, my dear. Tell me, what is making you so reluctant?" He was mocking her. The anger was rushing back into her body. The poisonous feeling flooding her veins.

"Why would I help you? Have I not made myself clear? You've ruined my life. What makes you think I would be willing to do anything for you?" She had so much more to say. But she couldn't even begin to voice anything even close to what she felt. She was confused, frustrated and angry, so so angry.

What do you know? The man had the guts to laugh. Laugh! He was amused by her attempt to be intimidating. It made her even more frustrated. If only she had the power to zap him. Things would be so much more simpler.

"My dear. I don't think I've made myself clear. I suppose I wasn't making sure you understood the situation. Let me explain. You do not have an actual choice in the matter. I am Loki Laufeyson and I'm afraid, my dear silly Cordelia, you are going to do this. Do you understand now?"

She wanted to rip her hair out. She wanted to just be asleep again. She wanted to be knocked out. Something to escape this absolute hell she lived in.

The anger was fading now fast. In its place was the same dread and numbness she felt every day. She felt more deflated now. This man obviously had much more power over her. He could kill her for not following through with his demands. Would dying be so bad right now? A little voice whispered to her.

"Now to get you here." A voice broke her away from her internal struggle. She didn't look at the strange man anymore. She couldn't find the previous courage from before.

Suddenly he disappeared. He was gone within a snap of her fingers. Though anybody else would have gone mad with what just happened, she didn't care. She was glad he was gone. Maybe he would leave her alone for a while.

There was no such luck. Suddenly, green smoke was engulfing her. Her eyes only saw green. She felt weightless for a few seconds. She couldn't pretend that she wasn't scared out of her mind. She frantically clutched at the air for some kind of support. What was going on?

A few more seconds passed and the green smoke disappeared. Cordelia stood in a small room with a huge class cage standing in the middle of it. Her bare feet were standing on cold metal. It wasn't until she saw the figure standing with arms folded behind his back, that she knew who was going on.

"Hello my dear."