Angela woke up out of a dead sleep drenched in sweat. She couldn't remember her dream, just that involved her dad and then Matthew. She shudderedat the memory of the two men, who had ruined her life at seperate points. She got up and stumbled to the bathroom. She was mentally exhausted from the nightmare she couldn't remember.
She turned the faucet on and cupped her hands under the cold running water. Slashing her face, she looked up her reflection and froze. Behind Angela stood the god of mischief, Loki. She slowly straighten, never taking her eyes off him. Every muscle screamed for her to flee. To run and not look back. Something stopped Angela though, it was his eyes, hypnatizing her and holding her to the spot. She took a deep breath and turned around as quickly as possible, to find...Nothing.
Angela's legs gave out and she sank to the floor. Tears began to slip silently from her eyes. She couldn't call anyone, no need to worry anyone. It was just all the extra stress Angela had been going through. Loki was in Asgard. No way he was here...unless.
She nearly tripped running to her computer. Angela was looking for any out of the normal meteorlogical activity. She fell back into her chair, disappointed that there was none. She was going crazy, it was confirmed.
Going back to her bedroom she saw the phone flipped open, lying next to her bed. It must have fell. She bent over to pick it up, then froze. Her camera was open. She opened her pictures to more horror filling her, everytime she scolled to the next picture.The last one sent her running from her apartment into the cold, dark night.
Most pictures were her in her room at different angles. the final one was taken at 3:21am right before she woke up. It was a picture of her sleeping in her bed. She was barefoot and wearing a oversized t-shirt as a night gown, in the middle street crying.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Angela screamed with all her might, the panic controlling her frantic mind.
Laughter slowly begun to echo off the small ally ways.
Angela sank to her knee's with fresh tears filling her eyes. She crawled over to the dumbster curling up beside it. Her knees were pulled to her chest and was rocking slightly. "Please just kill me." She whimpered softly, "I can't go through this again."
"Again?" A voive stated. "Maddness isn't a stranger to you, is it?"
Angela covered her face and then nodded.
Loki materalised in the middle of the ally way. This mortal was cursious to him and even more importantly, could be a use to him.
"What do you want?" She whimpered.
She scooted further into the corner of the dumpster and the building. Angela knew Loki's joy of murder and destruction. To him she was just a victim, who cracked quicker than most.
"Your the beast's sister...yes?"
"He's not a beast..."
Loki laughs dryly, "Oh....He isn't is he?" Then do pray tell, explain it to me what he is. If he isn't the beast you say he is."
"He's my brother, my hero...He's cared when no one else has...but..." Angela stated softly.
Loki raises an eyebrow. "But, what?"
"He has been busy a lot lately. I haven't talked to him in three days, so if you want to upset him, your using the wrong person."
Loki frowned, "Has he so quickly pushed you away for the affections of a meer woman?"
"It happens. He starting his own life and I'm not going to be a big part of it sadly. It doesn't help he's dating my best friend, though. I kinda lost two people at once." She spoke sadly.
