The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 22: A prisoner?

I lay in my bed all night.
I couldn't fall back to sleep after that. It frightened me too much.
I finally had the nerve to get out of bed. I unlock the door and open it.
I watch as an unfamiliar guy, clearly held captive, look toward my way.
Alright, who was this guy?
And why do they keep bringing random people into the tower.
That included me.
I walk out to the kitchen and grab a PopTart. Surely Thor wouldn't mind.
He was with the prisoner.
I eat the PopTart and head over the way they went.
What's wrong with a bit of investigating?
I go invisible, hiding near the doorway.
"Loki, you escaped. We can't let you wander off into nowhere. You could kill someone for all we know." Thor says.
That hit too close to home.
The prisoner, which I assume is Loki, rolls his eyes.
He looks over to the door way, smirking.
"Brother, I don't think our conversation is private anymore."
"What do you mean?" Thor says, now looking over my way.
Did this dude sense me or something?
"Loki, nobody is there. Stop with your excuses. You'll be imprisoned here until we figure out what to do with you."
"What to do with me? I'm not your toy, brother. Am I?"Loki states.
"Loki, enough. You're coming with me."
He grabs Loki by the arms in which he was handcuffed and drags him through the doorway.
Loki winks exactly toward my direction as he leaves.
...
I'm sitting down on the couch, looking outside the window. I was constantly bored here. They haven't helped me the way Bucky and Peter said they could yet.
Suddenly, the door bursts open.
Tony.
Great, what did I do now.
"We need you to watch the prisoner." Tony says, like it's no big deal.
"What?" I asked, shocked.
"Yeah, you have nothing else to do, right?"
"I'm not going to be used again. You said you'd help me and that's what I'm waiting for."
"For now, you're watching the prisoner." He says, grabbing me by the arm.
Wrong move Stark.
"Don't you dare touch me." I state, coldly. I rip out of his grasp, "I could walk by myself."
He doesn't say a word and just leads me toward the prisoner.
..
We're outside the doors of the prisoner as Thor walks up.
"Are you sure she should be the one watching him?" Thor asks, nervously.
"Yeah, why not?" Stark says.
Thor gives Tony a glare and walks away.
Great, what was up with this prisoner?
He leads me into a room where the prisoner sits in a large, glass like, area.
He was trapped.
"We created a new place for this guy since the other place we held him got destroyed."
Loki begins to chuckle a bit.
"Alright, don't go scaring him off." Stark says, before leaving me.
Seriously?
I sit down on the ground, not doing anything.
"What are you, but a girl? Stark must trust you dearly to watch me." Loki begins.
I don't answer him.
"You're quite the mute aren't you?"
I don't answer him again.
He goes silent as well, staring at me in my direction.
I finally say something.
"Stark doesn't trust me at all, that's why I'm here."
He raises his eyebrows.
"He's using you as bait? That's harsh, even for him."
Who the hell was this guy.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" I ask.
"I reckon you already know the answer to that. Quite the eavesdropper now, aren't you?"
No, shit.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I lie.
"Dare you try and lie to me?"
I shrug.
He was getting annoyed.
"Well I'm not exactly going to tell the truth to somebody locked up in a glass like area."
"I shouldn't even be here." Loki says.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?"
He shrugs.
"All I wanted was freedom, and here I am, locked up again. For something I did years ago." He says, turning his back toward me.
"Well how bad was the thing you did years ago?" I ask.
"It wasn't my doing."
"But you did it?"
He looks over to me again.
"Why are you so eager to learn more about me?"
I shrug.
"It seems we have more in common than you know, I guess."
"Oh, really? And what is that?" Loki grins, deviously.
"You want freedom, yeah? So do I. You want redemption? So do I. You were a puppet? So am I.
You're trying to escape from something? Yeah, so am I." I say.
He chuckles a bit.
"We're nothing alike."
"Really? Explain to me what's so unlike of us."
He shrugs.
"I'm a villain." He coldly state.
"So am I."
"Then why aren't you locked up?"
I shrug.
I was getting really bored in here.
Let's have some fun.
I vanish in a second before his eyes.
"Stop doing that."
"No." I say, reappearing right in front of where he stood. On the other side of the glass, of course.
He doesn't flinch or even jump as I appear in front of him.
"What else do you do?" He asks.
"This." I say, moving my hand, bringing a gun to my hand.
He laughs a bit.
"That's all?"
I shrug. I didn't know what else I could do.
Those were the only things I knew I could do. For now.
I almost forgot. I could read people.
Their thoughts.
I tried doing so the day I arrived at Stark Tower. I tried it on Peter, but I wasn't focused.
I stare at Loki, intently.
"I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work..."
I hear.
Damnit. This dude was a wizard or what?
"What are you, a wizard?" I joke.
He laughs a bit, again.
"Not exactly. I'm a God."
"Oh really, how many God's are there? I really gotta update my knowledge. Last time I checked, there was one! But then again that was more than 70 years ago." I smirk.
He looks at me, confused.
"70 years ago?" He laughs, "You look but a 15 year old kid."
"I am. But I'm not."
"Well that's just confusing." He grins.
"No, shit."
"Seems like a painful memory."
"How would you know?"
"Oh, I could probably see it."
He puts his hand right up against the glass.
"Put your hand there." He says, pointing to where he just put his hand on the opposite side of the glass.
"No."
"Just do it."
This dude was weird. I put my hand across from his on the opposite side of the glass.
In a flash, I'm memorized by the painful memories. I see them as if they were coming at me. I see everything.
My mothers cry.
My brothers cry.
The screams and the horrors.
I push myself back, falling to the ground.
Tears welled in my eyes.
What did he just do?
"What did you just do?" I ask, clearly upset.
He shrugs.
"I wanted to see what you meant."
"Well don't ever do that again." I say, now angry.
"My apologies. It seems like a painful memory."
"Memory? That wasn't one memory. Those were memories. What you saw didn't happen in one night. What you saw happened over the span of 70 years, continuously."
I sit back down, not wanting to watch him any longer.
"You know, perhaps we do have more in common then I thought." He finally says.
I didn't want to speak anymore.
"Come on, I'm not that bad to talk to."
I wanted to be in my room.
I didn't want to be here anymore.
But then again, curiosity always got the best of me.
"How so?" I ask.
"What?"
"How can we possibly have something in common."
"You said it yourself." He claims, referring to what I said just 5 minutes ago.
"I could be wrong. I'd have to see for myself."
"Well, that's not possible."
"Yes it is."
I stare at him intently, just as I did before when I tried to read his thoughts in his mind.
Now, I was trying to read his memories in his mind.
I saw them.
Like he wanted me to.
Rejection, fear, loneliness, anxiety, pain, zero freedom.
Zero love.
I look away from his eyes.
His past was awful to.
"Now you see me." He says.
"You really didn't do anything to be here, did you?"
He shakes his head.
He was mind controlled.
Perhaps not as brutally as me, but it was still done.
"You need to get out of here." I whisper, knowing the cameras where there.
"I can't."
"You can."
"I can't."
"We'll find a way."