Huginn

2.Folle

CRAZY.

''That is enough!'' The loud voice made me snap out of the endless darkness I was swirled into all the time.

The time didn't seem to matter inside the darkness of my dreams.

But I knew I must have been there for a while since my back was aching from all laying, and the skin of my legs was filled with sharp hair that kept poking me.

I found out one thing about myself – I hated hair on my legs. The first thing that wasn't connected to Brian.

Or perhaps it was... He liked my skin to be as smooth as butter.

''You can't possibly think we can take her under our wing!'' A male's voice roared through the room. I didn't know that voice. That's probably why I was so scared.

Everything new my brain was associating with fear.

The first time Brian brought beer to our home didn't end well.

The first time Brian bought a fuzzy toy with metallic ending also didn't end well.

And especially the first time Brian spoke he wanted to be rougher didn't go so well.

Beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep.

''Calm down your voice. Some noisy ears might hear you.'' Some other male's voice spoke. That voice was filled with strong authority. It was so powerful and calm at the same time I felt as small as a mouse.

Beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep.

The familiar cold fingers pressed themselves against the side of my neck, then those same fingers moved my hair from my forehead.

Lately, whenever I'd be let out of darkness, I felt the presence of the man's cold finger. Also, I've found out some good things about the man.

Although most of the people called him Doctor Stephen, some people who knew him better would call him Huginn.

He also had a thick accent whenever he'd get mad. And he got mad a lot.

''Shut the fuck up, Eir. You're scaring the shit out of her.'' Huginn growled somewhere above me.

''First of all, fuck you.'' The same man who pulled me from the darkness hissed. ''Second, she is in a coma! She can't hear me!''

Oh, yes I can. Loud and clear.

''Both of you, calm down.'' The man with authority in his voice spoke again.

I could imagine him being older, someone with greys on his beard and cold black eyes. Perhaps he even had a piercing somewhere on his face – probably septum. He might as well be short and curvy.

''Thor,'' Huginn spoke to someone in the room. What's the whole thing with silly names? ''I've been in your club for over a decade – ''

'' – And I cannot be more grateful.'' The man spoke. So grey man must have been called Thor.

''You know I'd never ask you something that could jeopardize us.''

''You're asking him to risk all for the little girl!'' Eir roared again.

And I thought Brian had anger problems.

Well, he only sometimes had those anger flashes. They were rare, but his anger couldn't even compare to Eir's.

''All I am asking is to put this girl in one of our safe houses for a week or two when she wakes up. Until I can help her find some real job and ship her as far as possible from her abusive boyfriend.'' Huginn spoke, completely ignoring Eir who was probably the one walking up and down in the room.