Tabula Rasa (Unlike Loki: Book Two)

Chapter 42

(Loki)

I heard screams above me, the ground shaking.

They were Anna's screams.

They were not the screams of physical pain. They were something worse. I looked at Thor, my hands shaking, panicking.

"Go!" he grunted.

"I will not leave you here." I yelled back at him.

"I am fine. Go!" he shoved me back.

I could barely stand to my feet, let alone do anything to save those that I loved. What a nightmare my life had become.

And then I heard footsteps. Lots of them.

The monsters that had possessed the people were coming in the back way the girl and Anderson had left.

"Shit." I whispered. Thor groaned behind me. He was loosing a lot of blood. Too much blood. I took deep breaths to help keep my tears away. If I died, fine, but do not take those that I love. Don't.

Thor was on his back now, trying to stay calm and not move, pressing his hand hard against his wound. I swayed as I stood, my head pounding and my body weak.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" the monsters had found us. The one that spoke seemed to be the leader.

I remembered her.

Anna. Her name was Anna. I had met her when she was a young girl when my Anna had wanted to go to the people. This young girl had told me that I was handsome, and I had told her a story about how anyone named Anna was the most beautiful girl to ever love in this universe. I had gained the peoples' trust through her. She was so young, and bright, and full of wonderful life.

And now she was dead.

Because she had been murdered, her body used for evil.

She had grown a lot since that time I had met her. She was a beautiful young woman, with a heart shaped, thin face. Her skin had a slight tan to it, and her hair fell in simple, perfect waves. She was tall and strong. I tried to look past the blood and dirt, and the black eyes that replaced her own. Her smile would have been beautiful if it was really hers.

Because that's what this little Anna was. She WAS. She no longer existed. Her soul and mind and heart gone, replaced by someone who had a grudge against me. I didn't even have to touch someone for them to get hurt.

"Yes. Very well done. You've killed hundreds of extremely innocent people and you now have found your way into the dungeons to find me, who can barely stand and my brother, who is, like me, also dying. Bravo." I said sarcastically. There was no way I was going to ask for their forgiveness. Because I could never forgive them for what THEY have done, so why would they ever forgive me?

The monster in young Anna's body chuckled. "Still can never take anything seriously, can you, darling?" she batted her eyes at me. The others crowded behind her and around her in multitudes. They all looked like dogs waiting for their much anticipated steak dinner. Some of them even growled. "Do you know who I am?" she asked I swinging her hips in a girlish manner, her hands behind her back.

"No, and honestly, my dear, I don't really care." I tilted my head at her and threw her a fake smile.

Her own face fell into one of anger. "You exiled me. Years ago." She said, crossing her arms.

"I've exiled plenty of people." I said, lightly leaning against the nearest wall, for I could no longer support my full weight.

Her mouth ticked up at the corner. "We were lovers. Great lovers." She smiled slyly at me.