Nightmare

Extracurricular Classes

He takes me to a white room with nothing in it, save for a few targets at the end of the room and a few crumpled newspapers to the side.

"What type of magic do you have?" Loki asks me.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"What triggers that fire of yours?"

"I don't know, fear, anger, and pain, I guess," I shrug. "Possibly just anything not so good."

"Is there any power you can control? Like your teleporting, you can control it. How?" He questions.

"I just glare at wherever I want to go, if I can see it. If I can't see it, then I just think, I want to go there. But I can't do that if I've never been to or seen the place before. The distance matters too."

"All right," He says, thinking. "And other powers?"

"Voice imitation and mind control," I'm a fool. I shouldn't be telling Loki this. He might be using this as an opportunity to get information from me. But I don't think I can keep hold over this fire without help, which is what I need desperately.

"And what is your voice imitation like?" Loki's seen me do it before.

"I just imagine someone else's voice in my head and try to speak in their voice. It doesn't work all the time, though." Can this information be used against me? He already knows about the voice imitation, or at least he's seen me do it before.

"Need I ask about the mind control?" Loki asks.

"It's like I'm in some abandoned castle, and I'm just walking around some corridors, and then my mind calls something toward me, like an embodiment of someone's mind."

Loki nods, thinking slowly. "Go back to the castle in your mind," he orders.

"I can't unless I'm trying to control someone's mind. If I don't have that intent, it doesn't work."

"Then try to control someone's mind." Jeez, why does this guy lose patience so fast? But I also can't ask that because my amount of patience is smaller than his.

"I can't. It only works when I'm scared."

"Hmm." He starts walking toward me menacingly.

"That's the thing. This isn't going to work. This isn't going to scare me if I know your motives are just to help me control someone's mind." I stop him. It's a little obvious what he's doing right now.

But then he draws a bloody dagger from nowhere, twisted and razor-sharp. He starts toward me. I kind of hope he kills me, but I don't think that's his objective.

Even when he puts the knife at my throat. Did he seriously not learn from last time?

Then he uses the knife to propel me backwards until I'm pressed into the white wall to prevent myself from going unconscious.

The edge of the knife almost tears at the flesh at my throat.

"I will kill you and everyone you love," he hisses. The first part isn't too bad, but the second makes me struggle against the arm holding the dagger to my neck.