The Dark Saviour [14]

Chapter 3

Tanya's POV

I groaned, sitting up and pausing for a moment when I felt something soft beneath me. Oh, they probably changed my sheets or something and I'm just being forgetful.

Wait. This room smells and sounds different. It smells clean and sterile, not slightly musty like my cell, and there's a beeping sound. I opened my eyes, expecting to see the familiar white walls of my cell, but it wasn't.

What the hell?

I stood up, sliding off the bed I was on--it wasn't mine--and looking around. I was in a white room, but that's where the similarities ended. There was some sort of screen on the wall and a moving picture. Long staffs on wheels were scattered around the odd-looking bed. A chair was next to it, and another in the corner.

There was something in my arm, attached to one of the rolling staves and taped down. Something was on my face, I think it was tubing. Whatever it was, it was uncomfortable and being shoved up my nose. I started pulling at it, and someone in a long white coat rushed in.

"No, no! Stop that!" they scolded, pulling my hands away. I yanked my hands out of their grasp, backing up.

"Who are you? Where am I? Did you take me?" I questioned, hostile. In response, they just sighed and went over to the door, opening it. There were three tall men gathered in the doorway, all of them looking particularly menacing.

"Do you know who we are?" one of the men, the one with broad shoulders and blond hair, asked.

"No, I don't?!" I exclaimed, but he seemed oddly familiar.

"Do you know him?" he pointed at the smallest of the three. This one had sleek black hair and eyes that could blend in with a forest.

"N--maybe. I might know of him," I hesitated.

"How?" the third, a brunet with a shiny black arm.

"Bor, father of Odin. Odin, husband of Frigga. Frigga, mother of Thor. Thor, brother of Loki. You're Thor and Hela's brother--Loki. God of Mischief," I said, pointing at the God.

"How do you know of Hela?" he questioned.

"Odin may have erased his history on Asgard, but he didn't erase it from anywhere else," I pointed out.

"Do you know where you are?" the blond asked.

"Not a clue," I admitted.

"Do you know what your full name is?" he asked.

"My name is Tanya. Nothing more, nothing less," I answered.

"Do you know how old you are?" he continued.

"I'm nine. Why are you asking me this?" I questioned.

"We just need to figure some things out," the brunet said.

"What kinds of things?" I questioned.

"Things, alright? We should go," he said, aiming the last part at his companions.

"I think I'll stay," the blond said, crossing his arms as the other two men along with the white coat man left. I grabbed the wheeled staff, crossing over to the moving picture. I reached up, undoing the latches and tugging on the thin trim at the bottom.

I don't know why I thought to do that with this, but it just seemed natural.

A wonderful smell flooded the room, along with lots of sounds. Low hums, honking, birds chirping, trees rustling.

"What's out there?" I asked, glancing back at the man.

"The outdoors," he said shortly.

"Can I go there?" I asked hopefully. It seemed so magical, almost like it wasn't real.

"Not yet, but soon," my shoulders slumped, but I got an idea. I grabbed the chair, dragging it over and laying my arms on the trim, setting my head on top.

I spent the entire day there, and the next, just sitting and watching what was going on.

But a part of me wondered if it was all a trick.