Tabula Rasa (Unlike Loki: Book Two)

Chapter 20

(Anna)

He yelled in pain when the fire hit him. 

His clothes caught fire and he hasitly ripped them off, his skin already red. 

It felt so good to use my powers for a good cause. 

"Aren't you afraid you'll damage your future husband's body?" He growled, making his way towards me. 

"Don't play me for a fool. I know he's dead."

He cocked his head, smiling angrily. "Very well." 

And then he charged me. 

I jumped into the air, sideways, letting the air carry me up and over Mangog. I landed, kneeling, my back arched and my hand steadying me on the ground. I quickly fumbled with my skirt, trying to get it off, so that I was only wearing the pants underneath. 

He was close, and I couldn't get this stupid piece of clothing off. 

He was running at me, reaching down to grab me. I flipped over onto my stomach, pushing my hands out in front of me, making the air propell me backwards. I slid across the floor and under his legs, just barely escaping his grasp. 

I got up, finally getting the skirt off. He was already close, so, without thinking, I lifted the skirt high in the air, letting it float for a second. At the precise moment, I dropped the skirt, letting it wrap around Mangog. I wound around him, tying him up, and watched as he crashed to the ground. 

I laughed as he lay there, squriming and yelling. 

He quickly ripped himself out of the skirt and wasted no time in coming after me. I shot ice shards at him, but he deflected them, getting used to fighting in his body. 

He ran at me, ready to pounce. I bent my knees and readied myself. 

He jumped high into the air and came raining down. I immediately fired up my hands with electricity, letting him come down. I stepped out of his path, and latched my hands onto his back as he fell to the ground in a spasming heap. 

I kept electrocuting him. 

And then I ran. I ran as fast as I could. 

I hit the doors, pulling at them.

They wouldn't budge. 

I heard a snickering laugh behind me, followed by a plethera of more. Evil, demented laughs. 

I spun around to find Mangog standing. His laugh growing louder.  

I watched in horror as his skin stretched and ripped, blood seeping from the wounds. His muscles grew, continuing to tear the skin apart, showing raw, gooey, red tissue. He grew another three feet, at least, and his forehead stretched back, revealing several sharp horns. Even from where I stood, I could see that his eyes glowed a bright green. His hands turned to tallons, his nails elongating into deadly weapons. The last thing to change was his mouth. It became larger, enveloping his nose and turned into a perfect circle with at least four rows of round, very sharp teeth. It looked like a kraken's mouth from old pirate stories. 

And then he came for me. 

I began to pound on the door. I knew I could use my powers, but how far would that get me? I turned back around, hugging the door, my chest heaving, my eyes wide in terror. 

He reached his hand out, and grabbed my neck, making me swallow my scream. He picked me up off of my feet using one hand, suffocating me, my legs kicking. 

He lifted me higher, and then he threw me across the room. 

I sailed though the air, screaming. I hit the opposite wall impossibly hard, everything in my body breaking. I slid down to the floor and cried out in agony on my body began to mend itself. All of the pain one would feel in the months it took to heal a broken bone, I felt in mere seconds. I screamed, stars dancing across my vision. 

I was faintly aware of Mangog walking slowly in my direction, but my vision was clouded by blood seeping into my eyes. I slowly tried to sit up, and groaned in agony. I couldn't see, my head spinning. 

Maybe I should just give up now. 

Suddenly, he was on top of me, his terrible face popping into my vision, making me scream in horror. I began crying, from pure fear. My body was shaking as I felt him hold my arms out, his spike-covered palms digging into mine, making me bleed and scream in pain. He shoved one of his legs in between mine, so that I couldn't kick out at him. 

He was dripping blood on me, and lots of it. His eyes glowed intensely as he reached his impossibly long thumb over to my stomach, carving a deep wound in my abdomen with his talon. I howled, choking on my own bile. I cried more, shaking my head, struggling as he continued to carve deep scratches in various places on my body; my chest, my legs, my arms. He would wait until they were just done healing and then he would carve in all the same places again, laughing. I closed my eyes, losing consiousness, maybe even life. 

I just wanted it to end. 

"You never stood a chance." I heard a million angry, terrified, betrayed voices growl. I opened my eyes to see his whirling teeth, spinning like a saw. "You'll be a tasty feast." 

And his face headed towards my neck, ready to eat me alive. I squirmed, and screamed. 

I felt his teeth scrape against my neck, and I stopped squirming.

I knew it was over. I had lost.

And then blood splattered on my face, and Mangog pulled away, shocked. A large spear head had been shoved from the back of this head, protruding out the opening of mouth, just mere centimeters from my face. I breathed hard, my eyes stuck wide open. 

He began to wail, trying to pull the spear head out, spraying me with even more blood. 

And before I realized it, his head was gone. 

Chopped clean off. 

I shook in terror as his decapitated body fell on mine, drenching me further in his blood. 

"And you said you didn't need protecting." Said familiar a voice, slightly out of breath. 

It was Loki.