In Love with the Villain

Chapter 18

Bre’s POV

            His laugh was still ringing in the air for, what seemed like, hours after he left. When Loki showed me the knob, my eyes were wide and fear crept itself into my chest. How was I supposed to explain that without giving my powers away?

            I ran my fingers through my hair, a habit of mine when I was nervous or confused. My body slumped back on the bed while I thought about what happened. 

            When the memory of him healing me came into mind, I couldn’t help but have my fingers trail slowly to my shoulder where they touched the skin where the arrow had cut through. My head tilted to see my shoulder and I couldn’t even find a scar from where the wound had closed up. I furrowed my eyebrows as I rubbed my shoulder, a thought not being able to leave me; Why did he heal me?

            Loki, who had killed hundreds of people with a simple flick of his wrist, had healed me, and shouldn’t have! After all I ran away. He’s killed tons of people when they disobeyed him- I’ve seen it, so why not me? Why would he take his time and heal me of all people? Wouldn’t he want me to suffer?

            My mind buzzed with questions as I waited painfully long for Loki to return. I didn’t know what he was going to do with me. I mean- I knew he wasn’t going to kill me- but torture could definitely be in order for running away when he told me not to.

            Suddenly I heard loud, horrible, screams that filled throughout the whole warehouse causing me to bold right up in bed, my eyes wide and heart beating fast. The screams sounded so horrible that I covered my ears and squeezed my eyes shut to stop the terrible, heart wrenching sound to penetrate into my head. The screams continued, loudly and fiercely, no mercy in them. Once they finally stopped, I slowly lifted my hands off of my ears as well as open my eyes while I tried to see if the screaming was still continuing. When it wasn’t, I lifted my hands completely off my ears looking around with a panicked face.

            Although I had never heard anyone be tortured, I knew that was what had happened; someone was being tortured.

            I could feel my heart thudding against my ribcage as I could feel myself start to flicker with electricity from fear. Trying to stop my powers from overpowering my emotions, I rubbed my arms trying to stop myself from electrocuting the whole building. I smoothed my hair down but nothing was working. Finding that there was nothing I could do to help my emotions, I took a blanket and covered myself up with it. My face was buried into the bed as well as my whole body, the blanket completely covering me so that no skin was showing.  

            Eventually, I stayed there for so long that I fell asleep, it was only when I heard someone yell loudly that I woke up.

            My breathing was scattered as I let out a shock of electricity from being surprised. The lightning bold came from my body and struck the person that had yelled, sending them flying into the wall. “Loki!” I yelled once I knew who it was. I scrambled off the bed and ran to him, taking his face into my hands. “Oh my gosh are you okay?”

            Loki groaned and moved his body slightly. I expected him to yell at me so I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for him to yell at me or strike me instead, I only heard deep laughter. When I opened my eyes I saw that it was Loki that was laughing, a smile on his face. “My, my,” Loki laughed, “I guess I know better than to wake you up now.” He continued laughing as he stood up, brushing himself off. “I didn’t quite expect that.” Loki chuckled.

            “You-you’re not mad?” I asked, worried that he was going to explode at me.

            Instead of yelling, Loki turned to me, a smile on his face. “I am not mad at you for me startling you, although,” He stretched and rubbed his chest where the bolt had struck him. “You might have won the startling match, as I did not expect that.”