Daughter of the Wildcat:Dark Shadow (Book 1) Loki/Oc

Chapter 15- Nightmares become real

Loki    Pov

I stared at Mackenzie's sleeping form. She looked peaceful. I laughed. Peaceful?

Mackenzie is far from peacefully, but I do not care. She interests me in many ways. When we met she didn't even flinch, just stared in awe. Not fear as everyone as else.

I'm surprised the "Avengers" , "Earth'sh Mightiest Heros." haven't caught me , but the government has until Mackenzie, and Myra broke us out of that filthy place.

The Avengers think they can actually stop me for good. In the words of Mackenzie Howlett The Avengers can "kiss my ass". That is a weird and foul Misgardian phrase, but don't you say that when someone is getting on your damn nerves?

I have nothing plan, yet. I'm just waiting. It's been a while seen my last accident,I'm "laying low" as Mackenzie would say.

"Get the fuck out of my head! Ahh!" Mackenzie mumbled. My head shot over to Mackenzie seeing her stirring in her sleep. Her body was moving as if she was jerking away from something, or someone.

Wake up. Its only a dream. I sent to her mind thinking she was going to wake up .

But, she didn't. Worry, and other emotions that were unknown to me poured themselves in me. But, the only think running in my head was thoughts of Mackenzie, and what's troubling her.

In a flash I was beside Mackenzie gently shaking her body, but nothing happened.

"Wake up! Mackenzie!"I almost yelled. She was moving, but she wouldn't open her eyes.

"Mackenzie!"I yelled shaking her body. She wouldn't wake up...... Suddenly, a dark purple appeared out of nowhere.

Unknown Person Pov (Person reavled later. Might want to re-read a few parts in Chapter 12 when Jessica is at the mall. Ok anyways.)

I sighed, brushing my mahogany hair out of my face. My eyes wondering around in my surroundings. I stayed in the shadows. I had to, I no other choice. I didn't want this life. I would rather be with my old lover, and my daughter. Not here.

But, life is what it is. Another sigh, escaped my lips. I then went walking into the building. Something screamed that this was wrong. It screamed at me that this was utterly stupid, and bullshit.

That voice was right.

But, I had to do what I had to do. There's no backing out of this. For one, there's many adjectives that can describe me, but a coward, was definitely not one of them.

My heels clacked as I walked up, and down stairways, and hallways. I wore a  black weird leather suit, a red tank top, and some kind of black leather jacket that matched the pants. Red heels attached to my feet. I hate heels, and if they were human or alive I would kill every last one. I don't care if they were cute! They hurt my fucking feet! I also had special gloves that only covered my knuckles. You will learn why they are so special in a second.

Back to the matter at hand.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming my way . Which I execpted. Next thing, you know I'm surrounded by men in all black army clothing with masks. They all held guns pointed at me.

"Stand down!"A man yelled . I did nothing. I'm not giving up without a fight. Victor's taught me better.

Noticing that I was not moving. They all got their guns ready.

"We're giving you one last thing time"

I did nothing.

"We warned you!"

I shrugged, then bawled my fists up.

SNIKT!

Three long adamantium claws slid through my knuckles. It hurts, but Logan also taught me to ignore the pain. And Victor, and Wade taught me to mask my facial expressions.

The men around me wasted no time shooting at me. But, I was prepared. It was like slow motion. I bent down on the floor with my knee up I quickly created a light blue forcefield around me.

Once the men stopped shooting , and realized that I was unharmed I stood up letting the forcefield around me fall.

The men stood still mouth

opened slightly.

"Ready? You attacked me remmber? "I asked. Next thing you know I'm being shot at. I stood still with my hands in a X . My long claws shielding me. Yes, I was hit with bullets, but I was healed seconds later. And yes, it hurts but I been through worse.

I then growled my fangs now showing. I moved my clawed hands from my face, and got in a fighting stance.

I lunged landing ontop of some guy's shoulders . I wrapped my legs around his neck, cutting his air supply. I then jerked

forward , flipping the both of us down. However, I landed on my feet...

A move I learned from Black Widow. Long story...

I sniffed the air. 5 people were surrounding me. I started swinging my claws towards their faces.

After they were all down. I started to make my way towards the stairs. Until I heard movement behind me. I turned my head to see a man laying on the floor holding a green army gun.

I rasied my hand trying to stop the needle using my telekinesis abilities  before it touched it me. But I was too, late. The needle came into contact with my skin.

I stared at it, and slowly pulled it from my skin. I watched as the hole the needle give me closed up. The posion inside of me.

My vision blurred.

This wasn't a regular needle, no. It was like a needle a dude named Scarecrow made.

I was going to re-live my nightmares.

Voices, and images filled my head.

Memories that I wanted gone, and pushed to the back of my mind came rolling in.

The wars.

My brother Victor's craziness.

Us splitting.

The experiments

Everything.

IT WOULDN'T GO AWAY.

"Get the fuck out of my head! Ahh!"I screamed to the top of my lungs then

Blackness.