One Wrong Turn (Loki Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The golden ring glowed in front of her, and no matter how hard she tried to run to it, it kept getting further away, disappearing into the darkness that surrounded her. She tried desperately to reach out and grab it, frantically chasing it. A mans voice screamed her name, as she felt herself being pulled backwards into the dark, just as a haunting white skull-like face came into view in front of her. Its emotionless expression scared her as it approached, its darkened body moving swifter than she could take in. A bonelike fist. The ash-like ground. A sharpened blade. His petrified scream. The taste of blood. A golden flash. Then her scream. Her heart breaks. Her breathing stops. The sky begins to fall, the burning darkness consuming her. She screams her last breath.

Rebecca jolted awake screaming; her breath coming in painful gasps, her eyes wild. Frantically, she looked around, her eyes struggling to adjust to the bright lights. Breathing deeply, trying to calm down, she took in the details of the white room. She had been laid down on a plain metal bed, with a steel metal table and two metal chairs over on one side of the room. There room was windowless, with only a solid metal door as the only break between the white walls. Starting to panic, she tried to get up and run to the door, but cried out in pain as her leg was pulled from underneath her, and she collapsed onto the floor. She looked down at her leg, and noticed her foot had been chained to the corner of the bed. She tried to prise it open with her bare hands, but the metal cuts her hand, causing it to bleed. She notices that it has been put on the same leg which has the ring in her shoe, and that she can't take her shoe off to check if it is there as the cuff is closed to tight around the top of it. She felt through the canvas material, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was still there and safe. "Hello?", she shouted loudly, hoping someone could hear her. "Hello?". Still no reply. Starting to feel desperate, she tried to prise off the cuff again, but it caused her hand to hurt even more, spilling more blood onto the floor and herself. A loud bang suddenly startled her, causing her to look in the direction of the noise. She looked at the door, and watched the handle move down, as the door opened.

Two gentlemen walked into the room, and immediately their eyes fell down onto her. One of them, Rebecca immediately recognised, as it was Barton. She instantly climbed up off the floor and pressed herself against the wall, as she was still afraid of him, even if he didn't seem to be under that mind spell anymore. He gave her a stern look, before stepping aside to let the other man enter. He wore a long black leather trench coat, and had an eye patch over one eye. "Please, sit", he said, motioning her to one of the chairs as he himself stepped forward at sat down at the table. Hawkeye moved over and closed the door shut behind him, before leaning against it, acting like a barrier. After looking from one to the other, she hesitantly sat down in the chair. "Your probably wondering where you are my dear.", the man said, trying to sound reassuring. Rebecca's eyes kept flicking between both of them, her breathing coming in sharp intakes, twisting her hands under the table nervously. "I'm Nick Fury, director of SHIELD. We found you at Stark tower in quite a state. Care to tell us how you got there?". Rebecca gulped; she didn't know what to say. Loki had said that he couldn't protect her from them. Did that mean that they would try to kill her if they found out she had been involved with him?

"What's your name?", he asked softly, but firmly. "Rebecca", she mumbled, wishing she could disappear away from them. "Well, Rebecca. We have one of two options here. Either you tell us why you were there, or we try a more direct approach". As Fury was saying this Hawkeye took the opportunity to walk around so he stood behind her, causing her breathing to intensify. "I believe you two know each other already. So this can be like a family reunion." As if on cue, Hawkeye placed his hands firmly down on her shoulders, causing Rebecca to let out a slight yelp in alarm. She tried to get up out of her seat, away from him, but he pushed her back down, planting her firmly on the spot. "Now, I'll ask you again. Why were you there?", Fury asked more firmly, leaning in closer to her. She couldn't help but stare, petrified at his single eye, as it unnerved her. "I don't know", she whispered, struggling to stay calm, feeling her body start to shake. Barton pressed down a little harder onto her shoulders, causing her breathing to intensify. "I'll ask you again, and think very carefully about what you say. Why were you there?". "I told you, I don't know what I was doing there. I was just there", she said panicking. Fury's gaze didn't waver, staying fixed on her. "Fine. Well, I'm afraid your going to be here a while then", he concluded, standing up from his chair, walking towards the door. Hawkeye released his grip on her, and also followed, closing the door firmly behind him.