The Dark Assassin | Thor: The Dark World [2]

Chapter 1

The clanking of chains alerted me to the fact that someone new was being brought into the dungeons. I glanced over, seeing a man wearing green and black leather, chains around his ankles, wrists, neck, and waist. 

It was odd, normally prisoners were only given handcuffs. He must be dangerous, a war criminal.

Or an assassin.

I shoved the thought out of my head. It had been less than a year since my attempt, and unless the Elves had kidnapped another, another attempt on the king's life would be foolish at this point. And I never heard the scientists talking about anyone else; only me. But who knows what they spoke about when I wasn't listening. I surely didn't.

A guard approached my cell, just like they did every day. He shoved a tray in through the force-field preventing me from escaping, the plate sliding up to my spot on the floor. I glanced at the food, seeing the food with a slight greenish tinge. Since my 200th day down here, I had been receiving poisoned food every day, courtesy of the king.

But my attention was captured by the new member of the dungeon. He had 4 guards surrounding him, the same number that surrounded me. Two behind, holding chains, two leading him to his new home. As he passed, he looked at the other prisoners, who paid him no attention.

I was different.

I liked watching the new annoyances the king supplied us with. They were interesting to watch. Normally, I could identify them based on their appearances, how they carried themselves, and their faces.

Their faces were always a big tell of what they were feeling.

But I couldn't figure this guy out. He seemed well dressed, so he was higher up in society. He had a straight posture and held his head up, indicating pride and a bit of an ego. Maybe more than a bit.

But the face. There was nothing there. No twitch of the eye, no glisten of sweat, no nothing. It was like he didn't care.

I watched as they put him on the end cell of the row, right next to mine. We were near the back, where they kept the worst criminals, but who wasn't too bad to earn the oubliette.

The oubliette was where the worst of the worst were kept. They almost put me down there.

You will never see the light of day again.

Being trapped deep underground would surely prevent someone from seeing daylight again. Not that I saw it in my old cell.

I stood up, my long leather coat unfurling around my legs as I did so. Using my nail, I scratched another line into the wall, marking the 257th day of my imprisonment. Not that I was counting or anything. 

"Who are you?"

3 weeks. 3 weeks of silent, peaceful bliss. Then this guy starts talking and shatters the nice world I had been building for myself in my head.

I shot him a look, but he persisted.

"You know, it's quite rude to not answer someone after they asked a question," he pointed out.

"I don't have to tell you anything," My voice was raspy and hoarse, just getting those words out required a lot of effort. I never spoke, I had been taught to not speak unless spoken to. And people didn't like speaking to me.

"It would make your thousands of years wasting away down here less boring,"

"For you, maybe," I scoffed.

"It's not that difficult a question unless you were raised by savages,"

"Well, I was. And you don't need the answer,"

"I would like it," I rolled my eyes.

"Leave me alone," My throat was already sore, just from saying those few lines. I wanted him to shut up. I didn't want to speak to him and didn't have the energy either. That was a side effect of not eating enough. If I needed to defend myself, it had better be a quick fight.

"No, I don't think I will,"

"It would be nice,"

"Do you have a cold or something? Or is your voice always that hoarse?" I scowled. He just wouldn't stop.

"Always. Now shut up,"

a/n So, after rewatching Thor: The Dark World with my dad (I'm trying to get him through the MCU, partly so I'll have someone who'll understand what's going on when future Marvel movies come out), I decided it was high time I rewrote this story to fit the narrative better. I'm also trying to write as if it were an actual book, so the chapters will hopefully be both longer and better structured. For example, this is 673 words, while the original chapter is 379 words.