Young Writers Society

Sif

"Hello Sir, I am Sif, wife of,"there's a slight hesitation in my voice, but I realize and quickly throw in, "Thor. Future King of Asgard."

"Asgard." He repeats. "Ahh. Well, you wanna see Alaina dont you?"

Chris says nothing.

Alesta looks at the others, a question written in her eyes.

"Yes" I smile," We would."
((Sorry XD))

"Here you go." He snaps and a curtain appears.

He draws back the curtain, and there is Alaina, on a bed made of stone.

"Alaina?" Alesta whispers hoarsely.

I look over worriedly scanning Alaina for harm and life in the same instant.
"What have you done to her?"

"Ah." He holds up what looks to be a medallion. " This this here is, or shall I say was her life. The iron and other chemicals killed her."

He grins and eyes Alesta, who broke down, and is now on her knees, wailing.

"You BASTARD!!" Chris yells as runs to Alaina, and falls beside her, and pulls Alaina against her side. "Oh, Alaina."

And then I charge. I am completely unpredictable in fighting anyway no set style no technique best discription completely self-preservatory unpredictable savage reckless and vengeful and no mercy but also graceful. And I no longer fear death I focus my thoughts on boiling rage. I never have to think before I move any way I just know what to do.

Sakaria holds up a hand, and Alaina's body lifts up off of the stone. "Do you really wanna do that, Little boy?"

"She... I can hear her heart." Chris cries. "Its so faint though!"

Sif

As fast as Loki charges I pull out my spell book, having it instantly open to my shield enchantment. I rapidly chant the words, willing a strong amount of my power into them, hoping it will help Loki greatly.

"Now." He shifts her body over the high wall, ready to drop her over it.

"FATHER NO!" Alesta screams, running at him.

"Dont." He points a hand out at her, and she falls to the ground.

Dead. Chris screams. "Your own children?!!"

I pull out my enchanted dagger thinking of one word one thing only: HATE. And I just start cutting, slicing more presisely. My dagger cannot be broken by any other than Odin himself lucky then he is dead. And then again I let out the screech of a million demons, mourning children, screaming sirens, howling harpies and whining wolves. A purposeful distraction to anything with ears..

"No, Loki, dont!" Alesta whispers, "He can kill you. Acky has my...now"

"I do not care at least I will have done good, and he does not want to face me I have nothing to lose no wife no family that cares" the words bite.

Sif

"Loki stop!" I quickly throw out the words of a paralysis spell and throw it at Loki. Panting, my legs weak. "I care about you Loki damnit. Stop being so goddamn reckless."

"Please, Loki." Chris cries, running over to him, putting a hand on his arm.

Then, she turns and throws a blast of what she know will kill Sakaria.

Light.

She throws a huge ball at him

then another.

And another.

And another.

Until he falls, and she passes out.