A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Parted Cloud

—-Sam—-

When I hear someone enter the room yet again I can tell just by their heavy footfalls it's another man. The other ones hadn't really done anything to me other than inspect the bracers on my wrists which made them hurt more I don't know why they didn't do anything else though. Maybe they were just scoping me out to see if I was good enough for this one. All I know is I nearly tried to run when that tall blonde one got close to me.

He had such massive biceps there was no way I could've stood any chance against him other than to possibly outrun him. I curl up into myself, god I hope he isn't back, I know it never does any good but my instincts are to protect my vital organs. The man says something to me and though I hear every word my comprehension is at an all time low my mind is too busy being bombarded with thoughts... 'What did he say?' 'What if he just told me to do something and he gets mad when I don't comply?'

I move my hands that I'd been shielding my face with slightly and look at him to try and gauge his mood. It's not the blonde instead a slender raven haired man towering at around the same height as the blonde. Just as I'm thinking of his height he kneels down, that helps slightly him kneeling like that will make it harder for him to get at me if he decides to.

I for the first time notice he's not alone, he's being accompanied by a girl, younger than me... that makes no sense. I look her over she looks healthy with no visible signs of abuse. She kneels down too as I observe her in confusion. It's at this moment I see a flash of anger take over the man's features for a split second.

So he did tell me to do something, I don't know what it was, I don't want to be punished- my panicked thoughts are cut short when the girl speaks to me I actually comprehend the words this time.

"Sam you know us we love you. I promise you you're safe."

Somehow her words seem void of any lies and I dare to loosen how tightly I'm curled up on myself. I glance over to the man again... I don't think I can believe her. At any moment he could loose his temper with me. The girl reassures me again seeing my fear.

"He's safe Sam, you know him. He'd never hurt you, not ever."

I'm hit with familiarity as I look at the girl again... I'm frustrated I'm just all mixed up right now. 'Do I know her?' I think I might... I don't think I should be afraid of her. Suddenly the man moves forward slightly and I instinctively flinch back and close my eyes knowing that I've pissed him off. I'm surprised when the blow doesn't come and he instead starts talking to me his voice is the softest any one of them has ever spoken to me before and his words just don't make any sense.

"Love please, please let me help you mortal."

I open my eyes and look at him. 'What is this?' 'Some sort of trick?' 'A new form of punishment?' Trying to make me think I'm safe before beating me senseless or worse. To my surprise I see a tear roll down his cheek. 'What the fuck?' 'Why do I feel sad?' '...what's going on here?' 'Why does seeing him cry tug on my heart like that?' '...Do I know him?'

"Please Sam I love you. Please remember me. I just want to help you."

'I don't... I think I might know him, but how?' I wrack my brain for an answer I'm both afraid of the man in front of me and feel an urge to comfort him. He goes on in a broken voice.

"Please... please..."

I'm suddenly assaulted by emotions out of nowhere seeing a man before me bawling begging me to remember. The cloud over my fear filled mind parts a little and I can put a name with his face, Loki, with it come feelings that don't really make sense except for they kind of do somehow, I don't know.

All I know is 'Loki' is safe. I find my lips suddenly able to move as if even through the fear suffocating me I know it won't anger him for me to make a sound. A strong part of me tells me he wouldn't ever hurt me, like that girl said... 'Why is my mind saying sister?' 'Is she my sister?' I glance at her again before looking back at Loki and decide that she is. I don't have context for how I know this everything is just out of reach with fear gripping my mind.

"L-Loki?"

He looks up and a smile forms on his lips. I know that smile, I adore that smile. He moves closer to me and I'm not scared by it like I probably should be it's just... he's somehow familiar and comforting to me. I don't really understand why or who he is exactly. Loki... I've heard that name before somewhere but I can't draw any connections in my mind, not right now, it's so frustrating.

"Yes love, yes. I'm right here."

I don't even think about my next action it comes naturally to me as if I'd done it countless times before... I have, I think. I let myself fall into him and he holds me close. 'Love' he called me love. 'What does that mean?' I rack my brain searching for the answer but I'm interrupted by the feeling of a gentle kiss being placed on my cheek. For some reason the act doesn't scare me it comforts me... 'I know him.'

We're... something... My sister plants a kiss on my forehead and I hear her leave. I can't think straight but I do feel safe and maybe if I just rest here in Loki's arms where it's safe my mind will become clearer. Surprisingly I find myself drifting off despite the semi unbearable pain in my wrists.