Loki's Angel (Loki Fan fic)

Chapter 24 Unicorns

Fall had enough problems to sink the Titanic. She had tried her best to start a new life, and let Heaven have free reign of itself. That didn't work, and now she rested as number one on the 'kill her and make sure she doesn't get sent up here back to us' list.

Fall was aware the medic bay was extremely packed since the 'takeover'. All of the nurses seemed occupied, so she decided to check herself out, pulling IVs and other things off her arms. She carefully experimented using her right shoulder, the pain not flaring badly when she rolled her arms. Her wings were thankfully not hurt.

Tossing her legs over the side of the bed, Fall stood up, combing her hair back with her hands to behind her ears. She walked out of the cramped medical bay, heading towards the cafeteria. It was after lunch time, and she wanted something in her system. She noticed Runt was following her, but an agent took the beast and handed her a new room key as he passed. He made a comment about lucky timing and left.

Fall almost followed the man to make sure Runt was safely tucked away, but her stomach rumbled and prompted her to head for the cafeteria.

Taking the quickest route, she was stopped stock-still in the hallway, a person laying in pooling blood in front of her. She swallowed some vile that was rising in the back of her throat as she watched a agent walk through the blood and over the body. She bent down, turning the angel's face towards her, unsure of what she was doing.

The very banished angel who had shot her was now laying near-dead, invisible. He stared into space, his glassy blue eyes set on something in the distance with his brown hair now matted. His pulse still came through when Fall presses her fingers to his neck though, not dead yet.

Fall took a deep breath, feeling the light pulse and thinking. She hated the angel, but she would never let anyone just die. If she tried, she said she could turn someone invisible. If she tried, could she make an angel visible? This was her time to find out.

She felt the familiar spark of warmth rush to her hands as she concentrated, placing both palms gently on the banished angel's chest for a few moments, suddenly feeling drained. She jerked back, gasping for air, and started breathing heavily. Fall wiped her forehead as it felt covered in sweat, and leaned back against a wall.

A man in a doctor's uniform shouted from down the hall, and Fall smiled as she realized that she did it. She actually turned someone visible.

People ran over with a stretcher and moved the man onto it, his wounds being several shots to the chest. A nurse helped Fall up, letting Fall lean on the wall before running to catch up with the others. Fall laughed, and smiled, pleased with herself and using the wall as a support as she continued to walk towards the cafeteria. Maybe her act of kindness was a folly, or perhaps it wasn't.

Fall was almost to the cafeteria when she had to stop and sit against the wall,  taking in big breaths of air as she sat with one leg out and one bent so she could prop up her right arm, tilting her head up and closing her eyes. She felt like she had been used to mop the floor, and emotionally, she felt trashed.

"Hey, Fall." Natasha sat down beside Fall, smiling to her and looking fantastic for someone who had been held at gunpoint a few long hours before.

"Hi." Fall replied, the word coming out stronger than she felt. Her attention was on Natasha as the feminine wonder started to speak again.

"You saved us back there. How did you manage to catch on about the mind control?" She asked, pulling off some black leather gloves she was wearing.

"The whole plan, and the security, every little detail, my sister used before in many other games that we use to play. Like the battle of Goliath, with proving wit is stronger than pure force. God was teaching us that. Stones... usually smash against someone's head." Fall explained, sounding as if it was a normal thing she was asked.

"Sister feud much?" Natasha asked jokingly.

"Yes, an extremely long and hard one." Fall admitted, feeling a smile on her face as she sat beside Natasha and spoke with her.

"Since how long?" Natasha looked pleasantly surprised, though didn't question or doubt Fall at the least.

"Hmm, about around the time she murdered all the unicorns on Earth." Fall looked to the wall, not a single grin on her face or kidding look. She was completely serious.

Natasha stared at Fall. She blinked for a moment.

"What? Can't I make a horse with a horn without everyone wanting to kill them?" Fall gave a huff. Natasha only laughed lightly.