Loki's Rule

Chapter 10

Anthony's pov.

Anthony walked down the hall of the prison looking for ceil 504.

Loki had told him that the prisoner in ceil 504 was resisting to be moved to a new ceil in a different sector. Once a month the prisoners would be moved to different parts of the prison, aka sectors, that were in different dimensions so that they couldn't escape easily.

Anthony finally got to ceil 504 to see a man with brown hair down to his shoulders hunched over to the wall with a piece of chalk in his right hand.

Math equations covered the floor of the ceil and on walls were picture like blueprints of a mother and child. The drawings looked like they had taken years to Perfect.

"Get up and put your hands behind your head." Anthony said getting the keys and handcuffs he had out.

The man sighed getting up and walked to the wall pressing against it with his hands behind his head. He had gotten use to doing this over the past few years and didn't need to be told twice.

"Get it over with kid." The prisoner grumbled as Anthony unlocked the ceil and handcuffed the man.

"Which sector I'm I going to this time kid?" The prisoner joked his voice horse.

"I am not a kid." Anthony hissed back leading the man down the hall, " and sector 17."

"17? I haven't been there yet. are the meals better over there?" He continued to joke as the two walked.

"Don't know. haven't had prisoner food yet." Anthony replied.

The man chuckled, "Good thing too. 14 years living on alien potatoes and green globs of jello meat can really make you miss a cheeseburger."

Anthony laughed a little at this, "out of all things a cheeseburger?"

"Yep. That or shawarma."

"What the heck is Shawarma?" Anthony questioned.

"I don't know what it is made of but it is delicious kid," the prisoner continued, "I'll tell you what kid. if I ever get out of here alive and there is still a shawarma place back in New York you and me can go together."

Anthony chuckled at this, " alright"

"So kid. what's your name?" The prisoner asked towards Anthony.

"Anthony." he replied.

The prisoner froze for a second before continuing to walk, "same kid. But I go by tony."

"My friends call me that." Anthony chuckled.

"Really kid?"

"Yep. they also say I'm an ego machine and a lady's man."

"Kid, if I didn't know better I would say we were related." the prisoner Tony chuckled.

Anthony laughed along as they got to sector 17.

"Tony... that drawing you made in your last ceil... who were those people..." Anthony asked as he unlocked ceil number 201 in sector 17.

The smile on Tony's face fell into a frown and his eyes clouded with sadness as if he was remembering something from a long time ago.

"They were my family... my wife and my son... if I hadn't seen my son killed right before my eyes I could have sworn you were him." Tony explained walking into the ceil and sitting down on the bed.

Anthony nodded.

"Hey kid do me a favor. Next time I'm moving sectors I want you to guard me again."

Anthony nodded at his request, "maybe I'll bring you a cheeseburger too..."
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Rox's pov.

Rox had been assigned as an interrogator for the week to one of the new prisoners. The prisoner had avoided capture for the past 14 years and had only just been caught 3 days ago. Loki had tried all the other interrogators to get info out of her but no one could. So of course... Rox got the assignment.

Rox walked down the hall to the prisoners ceil, which has ceil 312 in sector 1.

All the ceils in sector 1 had been spilt into two attached rooms separated by a wall of glass that could only come down if the prisoner was knocked out. On one side as a regular ceil but on the other side was a chair and a few other things to keep the guards entertained. Or in this case to have an interrogation.

Rox walked into ceil 312 to see a women with blond hair like her own flying at the walls hard, trying to brake them. The woman looked vaguely familiar to Rox but she didn't say anything.

The women quickly noticed that Rox was present and turned to her, "your Loki's latest attempt?"

"Yes yes I am," replied Rox sitting down at the chair next to the glass.

"What does he want?"

"He wants to know how you hid all these years, and where." Rox.

"Well tell him I'm not telling. But the one thing that didn't help was hope. hope that the next-generation would help. Hope that all the prisoners and superheroes in this prison would get free. And I came to help push that hope. that's what makes me an avenger, and I'm here to avenge the earth." she replied.

Rox looked at the woman for a second pausing to take in what she had said.

The word. Avenger.

The word rolled off her tongue like she was used to it. She had said it many times before and had heard it too. but not from Loki's rain. from before it, before her parents apparently went rogue. From before Loki took over. A word that spark hope and meaning.

She was the daughter of two Avengers.