Knowing (pt 24)More Like This
“Octavian!” Lorcan's voice bellowed through the halls and somewhere found its mark. He turned his path toward the war room.
Octavian and Fiann appeared from somewhere behind him. Octavian caught up faster, and Fiann hefted her skirts to be able to run.
“Find father,” Lorcan demanded.
His tone must have said something more than his words, for Octavian turned and disappeared through a doorway. Fiann wrapped a hand around Lorcan's bicep.
Lorcan paused, but didn't turn.
“What happened?” she asked quietly. Calmly. Too calmly, as if she knew.
“The Drasilian.” Lorcan spat the words, because he couldn't think of anything else to say.
Fiann dropped her skirts and pressed her hands against her mouth, also effectively releasing Lorcan's arm from her surprisingly strong grasp. “Oh, Lorcan, I am so very sorry.”
He nodded, unable to put his emotions into words, and stalked off down the hallway.
Misfortunate - Part 8Explaining FearMore Like This
“Loki doesn't strike me as the type to take prisoners,” Mr. Stark said, folding his arms. “He's more of the psychotic, kill-everything-in-my-path kind of person.”
“Look, I'm not going to argue that point.” Mostly because you were pretty sure it was true. “All I'm saying is, I was out taking pictures and this guy with an arrow and blue eyes--”
“Barton?” The woman shot across the room. She probably would have lunged at your throat, but Steve stood and put out an arm to stop her advance. “What do you know about Barton?”
Well, that was unexpected. And, for Pete's sake, did you just have a sign on your forehead that read “come at me, bro. I love a good fight”? If people wouldn't be so defensive about everything, maybe you could make some sense of what was going on. As it was, you really didn't want another fight. “I didn't realize... I mean, I didn't know you knew him.”
Misfortunate - Part 9So, the bedrooms were... a little... fine. Be honest. They were tiny. And you were pretty sure you had spotted some straps attached to the bedframe. Which, you know, was only super creepy. You could barely turn around in the bathroom (but you were thankful there was a bathroom), and the door locked from the outside. It was like these people didn't trust you.More Like This
Agent Romanoff had left you a grey tank top, a pair of sweats, and a S.H.I.E.L.D. jacket. If nothing else, at least you would be comfortable. Maybe you could talk one of the women into lending you some makeup so you could look alive again.
You had slept for a solid two hours once they dropped you off here, but now you were wide awake and thoroughly agitated. Something felt wrong about this whole thing. Terribly, terribly wrong. Maybe it was just your paranoia, or maybe you needed to ask Thor what his brother was really like.
You sprang from the mattress, fixed your disheveled hair, and reached for the doorknob.
The door sprang open
Misfortunate - Part 6A Grand EntranceMore Like This
After a few phone calls to unnamed German officials, Coulson made quick work of getting you out of there. You were on the plane and in the air without ever catching a glimpse of Loki. And you were better for it. That idiot would only mess with your head again.
It was late – really late – by the time you landed, and you weren't prepared for the location you ended up at. It wasn't really a place at all. In fact, all you could see ahead of you were planes and sky. Dark, starlit sky.
“Where are we?” you asked, completely confounded by the scenery.
Coulson offered his hand to help you up out of the seat and the pilot lowered the back hatch. It took you a minute to remember you could trust him, but when you did you easily slid your hand into Coulson's. It reminded you a lot of your dad, and you realized you really missed him. Maybe you should have phoned home more often.
He didn't let go of your hand until you had made it through a thick
Misfortunate - Part 5The Black Forest DebacleMore Like This
Okay. You really had to stop passing out at important moments. Given, the first time was not your fault, but the second time was. You thought. Unless Loki had done his “go-to-sleep-now” trick on you again. Which was a complete possibility. Ugh! That insensitive jerk!
You groaned as you came to and put a hand to your head thinking maybe it would restore your equilibrium. This was not where you had passed out. This was... completely different. A long glass pane perched in front of you. Oh, hey, that was a window. And outside was sky. Lots of dark, open sky. Puzzle pieces slowly fit together. This was an airplane. You were flying. Great! One question answered.
You rolled your head to the side and saw the same man who had helped you off the street in Stuttgart. He leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on his knees, intertwining his fingers. You couldn't tell if the look of concern was on your behalf or someone else's.
“How did y
Misfortunate - Part 3VillainousMore Like This
“This is for the best.”
That was what Barton said exactly three seconds before he used a silky scarf to blindfold you. Which was totally rude! You had no idea why you needed the blindfold, or what they thought you'd see. Obviously this plan had been a new development, maybe meant to scare you. If so, it was totally working.
“How am I supposed to know whether or not there's something I'm going to trip over?” Maybe you could out-trick these tricky people. Maybe. You crossed the fingers on one hand, but not the other because Barton would have seen it if you did. You thought. You didn't know. Not being able to see created a whole new host of problems.
Suddenly, you felt an exhalation of cool air against your ear. You stiffened. Normal people don't breathe out cold air. It had to be him. Icy fingers trailed down your cheek, and you jerked your head aside. You didn't belong to him. He needed to take his grimy paws off you.
His quiet laughter caused m
Knowing (pt 23)More Like This
Nissa's eyes flew open, but she managed to keep her concentration intact. She heard rather than saw Lorcan enter the room, his boots clicking on the hard floor. She didn't move. She couldn't. Everything hurt too much and The Knowing still lingered.
Lorcan lifted her enough to settle himself on the couch, and set her head down on his lap. His fingers absentmindedly stroked her hair, cool against her hot skin.
“It is The Knowing, is it not?” Lorcan asked.
Lorcan's fingers faltered, then resumed. “Please tell me what it says.”
Nissa blinked as moisture filled her eyes.
“Little mortal, you need never fear me. I will not harm you.”
She had never told anyone what The Knowing said to her before. She had been too scared. She was a freak, and she didn't want to make that well known. She hadn't even told E.J. what it said. She had wanted to, sometimes, but the fear kept her from doing it.
“What are you thinking of?”
The First Divergent (One-shot)You couldn't really understand what was happening. The black-hooded men dragged you through the hallways and past places you knew. And places you didn't. Toward a room you had seen before, but never tried to enter. It was forbidden.More Like This
You fought them. Kicked and scratched and clawed. Or, at least, tried to. Your uniform ripped in more than one place, but you didn't care. Why were they doing this to you? You hadn't done anything wrong. You were the top of your class. Passed your practice test in under three minutes.
Was that really a reason to punish you?
You should have chosen Dauntless when they gave you the choice. You would have, you reminded yourself, but Boaz had warned you against it. Said it would crush your spirit. Like he would have known. But he begged, so you didn't.
You were sure he would have protected you, had he known.
The men deposited you on the floor, and you scrambled to your feet. Guns around the room already pointed in your direction. You stood still and tried to see