The Unknown: An Avengers Fan-Fic

Echos Bouncing Off The Walls

 Chapter 2

I laughed as the humans screamed in terror. "Run, little children, run!" I cried, and Loki shot me a grin as he appeared right in front of the teenagers.

When Loki and I had set out seeking mischief, I had no idea we'd come across a group of three seventeen-year-olds, all drop-dead drunk, barely able to walk. We had played drunk too and tagged along. They were actually carrying the alcohol with them, some kind of vodka. As it turned out, to my utmost surprise, Loki had never had vodka before. I may or may not have force-fed him the rest of the bottle, to hilarious outcome- with every hiccup, Loki would spark some magic in him and shift form. Eventually, the power surges started to give me a mix of a hangover, headache, and numbness. Naturally, I did what anyone else would do. I gave him a pharmakeia spell-drink: lavender, sage, cinnamon, maple and ground-up green quartz; the perfect cure for a hangover.

Now, the group of teenagers were traumatized and hopelessly lost.

I let my face morph and flashed a mouth full of teeth at one boy, my eyes amber and my pale skin sparkling like diamonds. "Who am I?" I snickered.

Loki shot me a concerned look. "Really? Why would you be one of those vamps? I, personally, thought Dracula was a great sport."

"Duh, stupid, he and I were besties back in the day."

He blinked back a couple of times and I smirked. Clearly, he'd never learned much about Pharmakeiae.

The boy in the front quivered in fear. "I can't move," he whispered. "Why can't I move?" I examined him carefully: shaggy blond hair, hazel eyes, clear complexion, actually kind of cute, in an all-American-football-player type way.

"Because I said you couldn't," I said, a small smile playing at my face. Appearing behind him, I stuck my face next to his ear from behind. "And you wouldn't want to make me upset, would you?"

He shook his head shakily. "N-no."

I patted his cheek then pulled back away from him. "That's good."

"W-w-what ar-re yo-o-u d-do-doi-doing?" the blond slut in the back tried to act tough. I narrowed my eyes; she wore a clingy dress that might as well have been a belt and bra sewn together and bought in the children's department, and even if she hadn't, everything about her persona screamed slut. I mean, I know several blonds, and none of them are sluts, so I don't understand why it's always a blond slut. Maybe it's because this one's hair was dyed bleach blonde, although Jane's hair was like that and she was no slut. The slut tried to flip her hair back, but the bleach-blonde hair fell out under her touch. She screamed, and I smirked.

Loki crossed his arms at my pettiness, and I realised he was still in the traditional Asgardian clothes; a dead giveaway. With a flick of my wrist, he was instantly wearing a t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, like your typical American. I snickered, and he looked down. "What in the name of...?"

I rolled my eyes. "How many people do you reckon are going to be wearing that drape-thingy" -I made toga gestures while trying not to laugh- "on the streets of NYC? Not many, that's for sure."

He fiddled with the loose threads on his shirt. "This is weird."

"Not as weird as you look," I retorted, then winced. "Sorry."

"What'll we do with them?" he gestured to the teenagers.

I shrugged. "Beats the hell outta me."

"P-please," the girl stammered. I rolled my eyes and threw my head back in exasperation. This one just would not shut the hell up. Concentrating, I sent a majority of my power flowing to my fingertips and drew an ancient Egyptian hieroglyph in the sky in a transparent gold color. Silence.