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

Chapter 9

I gasped, jolting awake to see a bright white room surrounding me. My mind was spinning and I felt something rub against my arms. Golden tubes were attached to my arms, pumping something into me.

With a growl, I yanked them out, standing up. "No, no, no! Stop!" I turned to see a woman rushing towards me, looking worried.

 "Where am I?" I growled. 

"T-The Allfather demanded to speak to you," she stuttered. 

"I'm not speaking to some surly old prune. I'm leaving," I snapped. Loki's face flashed through my head, but I shook my head slightly, pushing the thought away.

He won't care. He never would've cared. I'm not worth being cared about. I don't deserve to be cared about.

I pushed by the guard, going up to the large window and wrenching it open. "Guards! Guards!" She cried.

The doors burst open, so I placed my hand on the window sill and hiked myself over and out through the window. My coat whipped around as I fell, landing with a crack when I hit a rooftop. I took off, hopping from roof to roof as guards chased after me from below.

"Split up, cut her off!" One guard shouted. Wow, they're actually thinking for once. Who knew? I thought.

There was a whirring above me, and I looked up to see some sort of watchtower aiming at me. "Wow, these guys must be really bored if they're willing to chase me around the city," I muttered to myself. I spotted a glint in the distance, and figuring that was the way off, I headed towards it. 

I ran, hearing boots thudding behind me, but I pushed harder. I skidded to a stop when I found a man inside with a helmet. 

"Tanya Boston," he boomed.

 "This is the BiFrost, isn't it?" I questioned, on edge as I heard the guards approaching.

 "It is indeed," he confirmed.

"I would stop running, Miss Boston. You and I both know you're not getting out of here," 

"Not my plan," I growled, but it was too late. The guards arrived, kicking me to my knees and chaining my hands and feet together. They basically paraded me through the city, people lining the streets and murmuring as I passed.

I snapped my teeth at them, lurching against the guards' grip to the point that they slapped a mouthguard on me. It wound around my head, clasping my mouth shut and feeling cold and hard against my face.

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"Let her speak," Odin demanded, and the guard grabbed the front of the mouthguard. The metal unwound itself, and I snapped at the guard. My teeth clamped down on his finger, and I let go as the taste of blood filled my mouth.

I spat some of the guard's blood at Odin, my mouth hanging open as blood coated around my mouth, dripping from my lips. 

"Tanya Boston," Odin boomed.

"Yes, that's me," I croaked, not having lost my sarcastic edge.

"Where are you from?" He questioned.

"Harudheen," It was partially true. I grew up on Harudheen, but it wasn't where I was before.

"Where were you born?" Was this really necessary information?

"The Hel if I know,"

"Where were you born?" He said, stressing his words.

"I don't know. According to your estranged son downstairs, Midgard,"

"What does my son have to do with this?" He snarled.

"Nothing," I lied, and he seemed to believe it because he sat back.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the first-born child of Odin and Frigga, Prince Thor, and Queen Frigga standing to the side. Frigga seemed to be wearing an anxious expression, and Thor was passive.

"Why were you sent to kill me?" Ah, here was the question I was waiting for.

"Some bullshit about you being a corrupt leader or something, I don't really know," I said, making his eyes--sorry, eye--narrow.

"What do you mean 'corrupt?'"

"They wouldn't tell me. I was just the tool chosen to do the damn thing, I didn't need to know,"

"Who gave you the order?"

"Malekith himself,"

"Malekith is dormant. He has been for the last 5000 years,"

"Then my memory must be seriously messed up, because according to my trainer and tutor, Malekith himself kidnapped me and brought me to the Elves,"

"Return her to the dungeon,"

My mouth twisted into a sneer as the Einherjar dragged me away.

"You know I'm right! He's coming for you! He always will!"

a/n Okay, so I just got this art program called Krita, and the image up top is my (shoddy) drawing of Tanya that took me 2-4 hours. Trust me, I know it's bad. It was really a test run to get used to using the program.