Goddess // Loki Laufeyson [Book 1]

⭐︎ Chapter 2 ⭐︎

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After cleaning up my whole room I place the rest of the pizza that I ordered two days ago in the microwave and eat it as fast as possible. I don't want to be late for my shift again. I need the job and I know that Frank, the owner of the bar, wouldn't be very happy to see me late again. So, I put on my jacket and shoes and take my keys to the apartment to catch the next bus.

Sadly I don't own a drivers license and even if I had I wouldn't have the money to buy a car. That's why I take the bus every day and to be honest, I got used to it. I like to watch different people going in and out and think about where they are going or what they are going to do next.

I run down my street to the bus station and was glad to find the bus already there. I step in and find myself a seat next to an old woman, who was reading the newspaper.

'Isn't it late for that old woman to be out? Shouldn't she already be cooking for her husband or children?' I thought to myself.

 Every time I focus so much on a person there are pictures floating through my head. Pictures about the person's life, what she or he had experienced the past few weeks and the exact same thing was happening with this old woman again.

That's also one of the reasons I don't like to go out very much...I just have a big imagination. Always had, even as a child, when I was in the orphanage I had the past of all the children in my mind. Thinking about what they did or what they could have done. Of course, all those facts in my head weren't true and I also never asked someone to confirm them, didn't want to scare them away. Let's just say I always felt a little bit different and I think that was what drew me to writing. My big imagination and all the story's that I could put together in my head made it easy for me to put it on paper. 

I stop thinking for a moment and realize that I need to go out at the next station. I step out of the bus and make my way to work. At least it stopped raining, so there was no need to run.

"Wow, one minute before your shift! Is it a record?" I hear Frank say from behind the counter.

"Good evening to you too," I reply.

Frank is in his mid 40, he has two children, but his wife left him. More I don't know about him and to be honest I don't really care. When my shift starts he is mostly gone and leaves me his spare key to close up the bar afterward because we always have the same old customers we never have any problems. So, there is no problem to leave me with some old drunken men, that just want to have their cup filled.

Frank was cleaning the counter when I came in, but then grabs all his belongings and puts on his jacket ready to leave.

"See you tomorrow and don't forget to close up." He says while putting on his jacket. 

"How long have I been working here Frank? I have everything under control." I tell him. 

"I know." He replies while shutting the door behind him.

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After asking the rest of the customers to leave the bar, I take one bottle of the cheapest alcohol that we have, put it in my bag and close the door behind me. I walk to my bus station, which luckily isn't that far away and wait for the bus. After a few minutes, he arrives and I jump in enjoying the warmth. There are not many people in here, which is completely normal at this hour.

At least it is possible for my mind to rest now. Or at least I thought so. I look at the bus driver. 

'He looks familiar' I think to myself.

But then suddenly after inspecting the man's features my eyes start to burn and not the kind of burning like when some kind of dust floats in your eyes, more like someone had poured alcohol or something like that in my face. I try not to scream, not wanting to cause any attention. I didn't even dare to place one of my hands on my eyes, so I grab the seat in front of me and try to ignore the pain. It was completely impossible. I try to close my eyes, but they just won't close! What is happening to me? I look to the left to see my reflection in the window. 

"Oh my god, what is wrong with my eyes?" I whisper while placing my hands under them and looking shockingly at my reflection.

My eyes turned a golden, yellowish and bright kind of color. 

'This isn't normal! What the hell, why does it hurt so much?' I finally take all my strength and try to close my eyes not wanting to see them anymore.

And it worked, but I wished I hadn't closed them.

I see an image of a man walking along a dark alley, behind him a shadow. The man turns around after feeling the presence of someone else and I immediately recognize his face, it is the bus driver. He sees the shadow behind him, turning out to be a young man with an evil smirk on his face. He takes the man by his neck and forces him to the wall. The bus driver tries to get out of his grip and tries to scream, but no one would hear them in this alley and no one would care. The grip of the young man was just too strong for the victim, so he eventually stops trying. The man grabs into his pocket and pulls out a silver knife. He slowly puts the knife near the bus drivers neck a dark and sinister smile appearing on his face once again. I can feel the lust and pleasure almost pouring out of the murderer's eyes and at the same time the fear and pain of the man pressed against the wall, something I have never felt before. All those emotions put together forming one. My head hurt and I also felt blood pouring out of my nose. After slicing the neck open of his victim, the pain, and fear that I felt before vanishes and just leaves me with the evil thoughts of the man, who gladly inspects his masterpiece.

My eyes finally open. I am breathing heavily and even feeling the sweat running down my forehead. What had happened to me? What have I seen? I still feel my eyes glowing and burning, but when I look at the window once again I see them slowly fading and turning back to their normal self. 

"Are you alright?" I hear the bus driver say in a distant voice.

I didn't answer I just nod slowly, stand up and stumble out the next station.

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