Unlike Loki

Chapter 23

(Anna)

When we stepped out into the hall, I saw that we were both dressed in black suits. He walked quickly and purposefully, his hand pressing on the small of my back. I dared not look back at him, afraid of what he might do. I wanted to get out, and I wanted to live, but I didn't know if doing it via this man was such a good idea.

But then again, I don't think I had much of a choice. 

The more we walked, the more tired I felt. The massive surge of me using my powers for the first time in several years was starting to take a toll on me physically. My breaths became more labored, and my head felt light. My eyelids drooped.

The adrenaline that had been running through me ealier had vanished. No longer did I have the urge to kill these people; I just wanted to get away from them as quickly as I could. I lost track of all the halls we had wound through, past guard after guard, and doctors who didn't as much as glance my way. 

"Stop!" We rounded a corner to be greeted by three guards who were heavily backed and each had a gun in one hand and a plastic sheild in the other. "No one goes through here." The one in the middle said. 

The next thing I knew, they were lying unconsious on the ground. The man had rushed from behind me and single-handedly taken the trio down in the blink of an eye. 

"Come on, we're almost there." He held out his hand to me, loud voices could be heard approaching us.

I glanced at his hand. He was flickering again, switching between the same two images I swore I had seen when I thought he had been in my cell. Maybe he had been there. But he had also held a gun to my head then. I didn't know what to think anymore. 

"NOW!" He yelled. I quickly jumped over the middle guard that was lying on the floor and reached out to grab his hand. 

The moment I made contact with his skin, it became almost impossible to breathe. My airways constricted, and my legs buckled under me. I fell to the ground in a heap and grabbed at my throat, as if that would somehow open up my airways. 

"What? What's wrong? What happened?" The man knelt down beside me and took my face in his hands. I was beginning to panic. Why did this keep happening?! I shook my head at the man, to signal that I had no idea. He pursed his lips in what seemed like frustration and then he scooped me up in his arms. He picked me up effortlessly, as if I were nothing, but he also held me with great care, as if I was a newborn child. Then he began to run. 

We finally reached an elevator and he pushed the down button with his elbow. My right arm was haning on the back of his neck, and my head rested on this shoulder, my face in his neck, trying to get more than a whisper of air in my lungs. 

The elevator opened and he stepped out and frantically looked around. He headed towards the wall, and the next thing I knew, the fire alarm sounded. People, agents dressed like us, began to scurry and run out the main doors. The man dove into the crowd, me secure in his arms. 

And then sunlight hit my face, blinding me. But we didn't slow. He turned away fromt he crowd and headed into the alley on the left side of the building. There, through my foggy vision, I saw a vehicle parked there, with one of its doors opened. 

Soon I was in a dark, cold, soft place. He layed me down on the seat and sat across from me. My breathing slowly came back. I was able to take an ever so slightly bigger breath every time I inhaled. I felt the car begin to move, or the limo began to move, if you'd rather. The windows were dark, blocking out the sunlight. It made me kind of sad, knowing I hadn't seen sunlight for almost 7 years. I wanted to reach up to the window, just to see if I could feel the heat. 

The man suddenly put some sort of mask over my mouth. Oxygen. And I sucked in the air, thankful for it. 

But I was exhausted.

As soon as my breathing was normal and the man seemed content that I wasn't going to drop dead, he removed the mask. My eyelids drooped. I wanted to sleep. 

My eyes were barely open now, just enough that I knew they weren't completely closed. I could see the black ceiling of the limo and feel the soft seat cushioning my body. 

"Who are you?" I whispered, ever so faintly, I didn't think he would hear me. 

"My name is Loki." 

And I fell into a deep sleep of pure bliss.