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Legacy	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 2729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harvest Festival

            “I’ve studied Midgardian western culture, its customs and traditions, but it’s so different to witness it in person. It’s so much more . . . colorful.” Anika said taking in the sights, sounds, and scents. “Mmm. What is that smell?”
            Lynnea grinned and walked over to a food booth. She paid for two slices before turning and handing one to Anika with a fork, “Pumpkin pie.” She picked up her own. “It’s one of my favorite flavors I’ve discovered since coming to Eart . . .” she stopped herself noting that the woman at the booth caught what she was saying, “ . . . Midgard.”
            The two girls continued down the midway and Anika took a bite of the pie. Her eyes went wide and she immediately took another. Lynnea smiled, “What is a pumpkin princess?” Lynnea paused and gave her a look, “Princess, you know it would displease your father greatly if I did not address you properly.”
            “But father isn’t here, and I won’t tell him.” Lynnea said. Anika still looked wary. “Please Anika. In a household with a staff of 75, it would be wonderful to have one Asgardian address me by my given name.” After a moment of further thought, Anika gave a nod and a smile swept Lynnea’s face. “Now, in your studies, have you ever heard of Starbucks?”
            Unknown to the two young woman, they were being watched rather closely. “Do you see them yet?” A voice came over the earpiece.
            “Yes. As predicted, it’s just the princess and her guard. They didn’t bring an escort. They are alone.” A tall and narrow faced man reported, “We can take them once they’re in a less populated area.”
            “Don’t be so certain. The princess is a powerful sorceress. I can’t imagine that Dane’s replacement is just for show.” The voice warned, “Everyone in their positions. Prepare to move on my signal.”
            There were three others mulling about among the crowd, their eyes watching the unsuspecting pair. Even though Loki had personally gone through each and eveyr Asgardian in Lynnea’s household or were connected to her on Midgard, he failed to consider there being humans involved as well.
            “If we keep eating like this we’ll have to double our sparring sessions.” Anika said taking a drink of her pumpkin spice latte.
            Lynnea laughed, “It’s a festival Anika. A celebration. You’re supposed to eat too much, drink too much, dance, and then hope you can find your own feet to walk home.” She smiled, “Or at least I’m told. Neither of us is old enough to drink here, so that’s better left as a beverage for home.”
            “So they have this . . . harvest fesitival every year then?” Anika asked.
            “Yes. And as I’m sure you can tell by the repeated theme, pumpkins are what this town, or city is known for. Halloween or All Hallows Eve is coming up soon as well. The 31 of October.” Lynnea answered.
            “I’ve read about that. It’s a Pagan holiday.” Anika remembered some of her studies.
            “Well, once upon a time. Back when Asgardians walked this realm and were known by name. Now, Halloween pretty much belongs to the candy companies.” Lynnea took Anika’s empty cup taking them both over to the trash and throwing them away. “I suppose that we will not see any actual trick or theaters considering home is a bit out of the way and in the middle of nowhere. No one is going to bring their children out into the middle of nowhere for a Hershey’s bar.” It was dusk, and the color of the sky was changing from blue to red, pink, and purple. “I suppose we should start back.”
            Anika stood from where they’d been sitting. “Yes, if we aren’t back by nightfall the house guards could sound the alarm.” She said with a smile.
            Lynnea sighed slightly, “Yes well. Security has gotten a bit . . . well I have heard of tight, but now it has a strangle hold. I know that father is worried, he’s always worried about me too much. I don’t want to do anything that’s going to upset him further.”
            “Princess, do you think you will ever be able to return to Asgard?” Anika asked.
            “Right now it doesn’t seem likely.” The two girls turned off the main road to head back to their transport that had brought them to town. “But there is always hope. I know that father is doing everything in his power to try to put me back in favor with Odin so he’ll allow me to go home.”
            “I see no reason that you should have been banished to begin with, You never broke any . . .” Just then, Lynnea stopped cold just starring straight forward and stopping Anika as well. “What is it princess?” She asked seeing the color of Lynnea’s eyes change slightly.
            Another eerie moment of silence passed, “We need to go. Now.” Lynnea said, both of them quickening their pace to almost a run. Anika could see something was wrong, and reached for her weapon ready to draw it if necessary.” When they rounded another corner, Lynnea slowed down and stopped waiting as though she was listening for something. Once she decided the coast was clear they begin to run again.
            Unfortunately, in their eagerness to flee the situation, they found themselves in a dead end alleyway. When they turned to go back the way they had come, they found three people standing at the entrance of the alley. People that Lynnea had never seen before, and worse it seemed like they knew her even though they were humans.
            At once Anika started to draw her weapon, but Lynnea quickly reached out stopping her never taking her eyes off the humans. “Princess Lynnea of Asgard.” The man who seemed to be in charge of the group said, “You need to come with us now.”
            Lynnea was looking at each one, trying to get a read off them and what was going to happen, how they envisioned this playing out. Suddenly, without warning, 4 darts seemed to fly from nowhere sticking in Lynnea’s skin and Anika’s. Within moments, both girls dropped to the ground completely unconscious.
            “Hurry up. We need to put some distance between us and this place before they realize she’s missing.” The leader said and all three started to move quickly.
Captives
            “Princess! Princess Lynnea!” Ankia called trying to keep her voice down.
            Slowly Lynnea’s eyes opened and she looked over seeing Ankia close by. Her arms were restrained tight behind her. It felt like the were in some sort of vehicle that was moving. She sat up and looked around finding that she had been restrained as well. These shackles weren’t of Midgard, they were Asgardian shackles. The ones that Lynnea wore were specifically forged for one who was skilled in magics. The symbols and spells carved into them robbed her of her power.
            “Are you alright princess?” Anika said quickly trying to move closer.
            Lynnea tried to respond but it was useless. The collar around her neck was encrusted with materials and symbols that stole her voice as well. They knew her, and they knew what she could do.
            “Do you know them? Have you seen them before?” Anika said looking around for anything they could use to get free.
            Lynnea shook her head, now becoming more and more frustrated.
            “They are human, we know that much.” Anika pointed out. “If we can get free, evading them or overpowering them should be simple. But these, these are of Asgard. How could they have these things?”
            Lynnea sighed, perhaps it was the same place the found out who she was and what she could do. She started to move but stopped feeling a pain shoot through her.
            “Lynnea, what’s wrong?” Anikia asked moving closer to her.
            Lynnea smiled still a bit out of breath. It was strange that now of all times, Anika would use her name instead of princess. She took another breath and rolled onto her side. “This is neurotoxin.” She managed to say in a whisper. “Made especially for me, and my blood.” She closed her eyes swallowing the lump in her throat, “This is Dane’s doing.”
            “These are his minions? I Thought your father had eliminated all potential threads? Anyone working with Dane.”
            “Just the Asgardians. I don’t think he believed that any Asgardian would a line themselves with humans.” It felt like the collar around her neck was getting tighter the more she spoke. “Can you loosen your restraint at all?”
            “I’m trying M’lady but they are solid. Asgardian steel is nearly impossible to damage or break. But I will continue to try.” She said. Suddenly, the truck came to a stop drawing the attention of the two girls. “I get the feeling we may soon learn their purpose with us.”
Bagged and Tagged
            As soon as the doors of the truck opened, once again darts flew through the air, knocking the both unconscious again. This time when Lynnea woke, she was alone, shackled to some kind of chair, in a blindingly bright room. This time her body was in pain from head to toe. She had a powerful and almost unbearable migraine and she could hardly focus. “Anikia?” She questioned looking about, yet she saw no one and was quite alone.
            The chair she was restrained to was odd, it was almost like a bed, and had mechanisms to change her position, perhaps even go flat if desired. Besides the shackles her arms and legs were strapped tight. She pulled against them finding no slack whatsoever. She closed her eyes and said a few phrases, and words. But nothing came of it. She lifted her head, finding markings drawn on her skin. Runes and enchantments that prevented her from using her gifts. She was left completely at the mercy of her captors.
            She heard machines and looked over seeing several monitors, and devices that were draining her blood. It explained why she felt so weak. As dangerous and toxic as her blood was to humans, nothing about this could be good.
            “You’re awake.” She looked over seeing a man with four others enter the room. One in a white coat moved closer and pressed the buttons at the side of the chair and as suspected it moved position changing into a bed. “Was beginning to wonder if you were going to join us at all.”
            “Where’s Anika.” Lynnea demanded.
            “Interesting.” He said standing near her feet. “Your first thought is the Asgardian girl. Not the sort of royalty we are used to here. Usually they’re concerned only with themselves. A lot of “I” and “Me” phrases.”
            “Then you know who I am, and you know the sort of dangerous you are in by keeping us here.” Lynnea kept a stern tone as she tended to do with servants as her family had taught her.
            “Oh, Dane explained everything we could ever want to know in vivid detail. We have him to thank for your custom made and very effective restraints.” Lynnea just starred at him not about to repeat herself. The man smirked slightly, “The need for such drastic measures comes down to you Princess Lynnea. Once Dane was taken from Earth, he could no longer give us samples of your blood. So we had to find our own means of obtaining your unique blood.”
            “Why? My blood is useless to Midgardians as anything but a poison.” Lynnea said.
            “Well, it has it’s other uses. It helped us devise the neurotoxin that kept you and your friend from making to much of a fuss while we transported you.” He stated with an air of satisfaction and glee. “But what we really want and require is a sample of the substance you inject yourself with each month. Devised from the blood of a God that prevents aging. It’s the holy grail, the fountain of youth, the arc of the covenant, the one thing that every human being has sought after form the beginning of time. Even you who actually has access to it desires to be young.”
            “You have no idea what you are fooling with, or what it will lead to.” Lynnea warned. “Your safest course of action is to release us and pray I don’t remember your face.”
            The man walked around the bed closer to her, then suddenly backhanded her so hard it split her lip. Lynnea didn’t make a sound. She regained her composure and looked back up at him, a defiant look in her eyes. “You, Miss Lynnea, are out of your depth. You may be a princess in Asgard, but here? You’re just another lab rat.” Lynnea didn’t speak, her emerald eyes starring at him sharply. It was enough to make even the toughest mans skin crawl. “Now that you’re awake, we can get started.” He motioned for the two in white lab coats to begin their work.
Down Time
            “Princess!” Lynnea thought she heard a voice speaking to her, “Princess Lynnea!” It came again a bit louder and clearer than before. Slowly her eyes opened, finding herself in yet another different place. It was starting to irritate her severely. Slowly, she sat up feeling shaky and weak. “M’Lady?”
            She looked over seeing Anika in the next cell calling her through the bars, “Oh, God. Anika. I thought they had killed you.”
            “No, they needed me to compare a pure blooded Asgardian to a . . .” Anika stopped realizing what she had about to have said and lowered her head, “Forgive me M’Lady.”
            “Not saying it doesn’t make it untrue.” Lynnea replied not taking offense to her words that were about to be ‘half blood’ or ‘half breed’ something to that affect. “My blood is unique, but it’s fathers they really want. They would never get close to him alive, and I’m the next best thing.” She found something tight around her neck. Lynnea reached up to pull it off, but it shocked her fingers and her throat. Similar bands were on her wrists and ankles just as tight. Each one had etched symbols, runes, and were yet again a substance of Asgard. There were no chains, and Lynnea couldn’t find any seams either.
            “They fitted you with those just before they locked you in. Dane kept nothing sacred. He gave them everything, even the substances and spells that would keep you from using your powers.” Anika explained.
            “He was planning this. To give me over to these people when he had no use for me and needed me no longer.” Lynnea shook her head. Somehow in her heart she never could really believe that Dane would betray her so harshly, so completely. There was still hope it had all just been a big misunderstanding. But now, there was no doubt, no question that Dane was in fact a traitor and sold her and her secrets to an enemy. “Are your restraints the same?”
            “No M’Lady, but they are very strong.” Suddenly there was a loud noise that startled them both. It sounded like a large heavy door opening and then closing. Someone was coming. Anika lowered her voice, “I would not leave without you.” Anika moved back to her own bunk, sitting down and resting her back against the wall.
            A man appeared carrying to trays. He slid one unto Anika’s cell, and other into Lynnea’s.
            “You can’t honestly be expecting us to eat that.” Lynnea said giving him a look.
            “Completely up to you Princess, but consider. If we wanted to poison or drug you, we have better and more efficient ways then using your food and drink.” He replied. “Besides, you need your strength. Your blood doesn’t replenish itself as quickly as Loki’s without nourishment.”” Then he turned and left. They waited until they heard the door open and close again.
            Anika stood and walked to the bars, “Can you stand?”
            “I think the question is why would I want to.” She said covering her eyes with her hand feeling nauseous.
            “He’s right M’lady. You need your strength.” Anika nodded towards the tray, “I will taste it so that we know it is safe for you.”
            Lynnea sighed, “Anika, my life is not more important or more valuable then yours.”
            There was a moment of silence before Anika looked at her seriously, “Yes, M’lady. It is. I have vowed to protect you, and already I have failed. You never should have been captured. I must redeem myself. Please.” She put her arm through the bars offering her hand towards the tray. “Let me regain my honor.”
            Lynnea hated this. She counted ANika as a friend. Her best friend, and she didn’t want her to be harmed anymore then she wanted to be harmed herself. Yet she grew up on Asgard and she knew how seriously and set Asgardian warriors were when it came to their honor and loyalty.
            Carefully, Lynnea got to her feet and made her way to the bars. She picked up the tray and moved closer to the bars. Both girls sat on the floor against the bars, and Anika tasted her foot. Waiting a few moments, she was affected and indicated it was safe for the Princess to eat. They ate their meal on the floor against the bars neck to each other. Lynnea was still tired but now she felt a little better and less shakey.
            “We’ll be free soon Princess. I swear it.” Anika vowed.
            “This isn’t Asgard Anika. Honor is nothing something they are familiar with in this realm. You can’t count on it from them.” Lynnea tugged at one of her wrist restraints that was a bit tight only to get shocked again with what seemed an even harder jolt then before. Lynnea sighed in frustration, “Dare I even attempt an incantation, or will that result in more interesting disciplinary action.” She closed her eyes and rested her head against the bars, “Father would never have fallen so easily to such horrid beings as this.”
Missing
            Loki sat in a large chair in Lynnea’s home holding the necklace he had given her the first day they had taken her through the biofrost. He twisted the chain between his fingertips watching it spin about with its soft green glow at the center. She’d always worn it since that day. This was the first and only time she had taken it off to shower, and forgotten to put it back on before she and Anika left the estate.
            To add to the problem and fears, she and Anika had disappeared from Hiemdalls sight completely. He couldn’t see them anywhere, he couldn’t feel them, he couldn’t hear them. The news came from the guardian before the report came from Midgard that the two girls were missing.
            “Brother,” Thor said coming into the chamber accompanied by Sif. She demanded to be allowed to come and Thor could hardly argue when she was so determined. “Has there been any news?”
            “No.” He said dropping the pendant into his hand and closing his fingers around it. “IT would seem that Lynnea has disappeared completely. Anika knows never to be away without checking in every few hours. She hasn’t done so in 3 days.”
            “We must find her. Anika would not have left her side, nor would she have shirked her duties as her bodyguard and protector.” Sif said.
            Loki gave her a look as he stood, “Really? Thank God you were here to tell us this Sif, otherwise I would not have considered it!” He snapped. Thor and Sif looked at each other understanding why he was so upset. After a quiet moment, Loki turned back to them, “She and her protector went alone to the human festival. Obviously someone was waiting for exactly for them to leave without a proper escort.”
            “Why would she do that?” Sif asked.
            “Have you met Lynnea?” Thor asked Sif. “She doesn’t only take after her father in look. She can also be as pigheaded as he tends to be at times.”
            Loki gave Thor a look, “If her bodyguard is still alive,” He continued, “ Then perhaps they aren’t as intelligent as first imagined. They will believe that she and Anika are the same age because they look like they are. I can only imagine their focus is firmly on Lynnea because of her power and her gifts. Chances are they will be underestimating her companion.”
            “She is the best I have Loki. I promise.” SIf said.
            “Then if she isn’t already dead I will imagine we will hear word as soon as a way is found to contact us.” He turned pacing again, “In the meantime, I believe there is someone who can shed some light on this whole affair. He is being brought here even as we speak.”
            “Dane.” Sif said, “You think he was behind this?”
            “Who else?” Loki looked away, “Because of his eager and creativity in eliminating them, I didn’t consider his working with humans.”
            “Someone must have seen them. In the town, at the festival. We should question them, see what we can find out.” Thor suggested.
            “As if those cretins ever notice anything or anyone that doesn’t concern them directly.” Loki hissed.
            “Lynnea is incredibly beautiful Loki. It would be hard for any creature to turn a blind eye to her.” Sif said.
            “Sif and I will go there, see if anyone has seen them while you question Dane.” Thor stated.
            “Suit yourselves, but don’t expect to much. Humans are no more than animals.”
Vexations
            “How long have we been here Anika?” Lynnea said not having moved or spoken for a long time.
            “7 days, M’Lady.” Anika answered, “Are you feeling better now that you’ve rested?”
            “They drain me each time they think I’ve regained any strength, they bleed me like vampires.” Lynnea said covering her face with her hands. “This is beyond cruelty, why don’t they just let me die.”
            “Then the source of their desire would be gone, M’Lady. They need you alive, or their efforts would be for naught.” Anika answered.
            “They keep me like this and I cannot even think straight. Oh, Anika,” She said with a frustrated sigh, “Will this nightmare never end?”
            “It’s been long enough now that they estate will have contacted Asgard. They’ll be searching for you.” She reassured her.
            “We can’t wait for that Anikia. Between their experiments on both of us, and their daily beatings of you, we won’t last long. We’ve got to find our own way out.” She stood and felt dizzy but took a deep breath and made her way to the bars of Anika’s cell and slid down to the floor sitting against them.
            “I’m sorry M’Lady.” Anika apologized sitting on the floor beside her, “They are so focused and diligent with keeping us separated. I could free myself, but I wouldn’t be able to free you with me. I cannot abandon you.”
            “But if you escape you could go for help. Get in contact with my father, my uncle Thor. Tell them what’s happened.” Lynnea said.
            “True. Except my escape could result in severe actions against you. They could move you and hurt you even worse than they already have.” Anika leaned her head against the bars.
            Lynnea looked at Anika’s face. She’d been severely wounded several times. Bruises on top of bruises, cuts and scrapes. She healed much faster than Lynnea. Like Loki and other Asgardians did. But the evidence of her needless about was quite clear. “Says the girl who takes beatings for no reason except curiosity about Asgardians. I can’t imagine they treated Dane the same way.” She closed her eyes leaning her head against the bars. “I remember the orphanage and care centers I was in before father came and took me away to Asgard. The meanness, the cruelty, the harshness with which we were treated. Children with no families, no one to speak for us or care what happened to us. I’d forgotten the depth of cruelty in humans. I was saved from it when I was 5 years old, and the horrid things I had already seen in life . . . I was so distrustful of everyone. Even of father.” Lynnea said recalling her earliest life on Midgard. “But my family . . . they cared for me, loved me, protected me. They were so good to me. Somehow deep down I feel as though even if I weren’t of royal birth, they would have protected me and accepted me.” She confessed. “It’s getting easier for me to see the humans through my father’s eyes each day.”
            “You mustn’t be discouraged M’lady. We will be free soon. These are humans out there that are kind. You showed me at the festival. There were good people there.” Anika said softly.
            Lynnea looked down in silence. “Being around these sorts of people, Anika. It’s painful. So very painful. I know them, I can feel them, I can see into their hearts. So black with greed and selfish desires. I experience it, and with these things.” She indicated the bans around her ankles, wrists and neck. “I can do nothing to block them, to guard against them. It’s so painful. It’s worse than anything they could do to my body.”
            Anika reached through the bars and rested her hand on Lynnea’s arm. Lynnea smiled and covered her hand with her own. Then a sudden realization dawned on Lynnea and she looked at Anikia, “M’Lady?”
            “I can’t use my power; I cannot cast spells as long as they have me shackled in these things.” She leaned closer to the bars, “But you can.” Lynnea whispered.
            Anika shook her head, “I’m not trained in the magical arts, I’ve no power, no skill.”
            “You don’t need to be you’re full blooded Asgardian. Even without training, you have the ability.” Lynnea said quickly moving closer, “I can walk you through, and you are such a quick study.”
            “I’m no master M’lady. I have never studied. So many bad things could happen, could go wrong, things could get a lot worse for you very quickly.” Anika cautioned.
            Lynnea looked at Anika, “you have to stop that. Me, you and I are a WE. Be as concerned with yourself as you are for me. Please.” Anika started to say something but stopped and simply gave a nod. Anika, we don’t really have a choice here. We have no way of contacting home, no one is coming for us.” Lynnea said. “We’ve got to take . . .”
            Just then the familiar sound of a door opening and closing caused both girls to fall silent and quickly move away from the bars between their cells. Two guards, both armed with tranquilizer guns entered instantly taking aim at Anikia and Lynnea. The familiar face of the man who she had seen before, who was apparently in charge of the operation appeared.
            “Good to see you’re regaining your strength princess.” He said with a smirk.
            Lynnea gave him a look not liking the threatening way they always approached them. They’d done nothing to warrant their treatment. “Since you seem to be devoid of any sort of manners, may I ask our antagonist’s name?” Lynnea said.
            “You’re right. I have been very neglectful in my duties as your host haven’t I. My name is Gregory Dandridge. I’m a business man of sorts. I prefer to think of myself as a benefactor to certain individuals such as yourself.” He replied.
            “We don’t need a ‘benefactor’, I have family.” Lynnea said sharply.
            “Priecsely. If you were to accept me as your . . .supporter shall we say? As your friend Dane did, there wouldn’t be a need for any of this. Unfortunately as devoted as you are to your family, and they to you, that arrangement has been off the table for a long time. We’ve got to a lot of trouble, put in countless man hours to prepare for your stay. You have been behaving your highness and I am pleased with your cooperation so far.” Lynnea’s eyes turned towards the guns being pointed at them. “But you’ll understand my caution seeing as how the two of you are still somewhat of an unknown number.”
            Lynnea stood from the floor her back straight and strong. “Thanks to you and your creative ingenuity, I’m just a girl now.” Lynnea said referring to the restraints that kept her helpless.
            He grinned, “Well, I can’t help but be proud of those. A great deal of work went into their construction. They had to be perfect otherwise they’d just be big lumps of well decorated metal.”
            Lynnea sighed feeling exhausted and bored with this person, “Is there something in particular you wanted of us, or is this some sort of new torture you’ve devised?”
            He narrowed his eyes staring at her. “You’ve been living high and mighty to long princess. You don’t realize the gravity of this situation, the dangers that you are in.”
            “I understand it perfectly well, but you keep me far too weak to care. You’re constant draining of my blood has seen to that.” She gave him a look, “What is it that you want?”
            “What do I want?” He asked.
            Lynnea walked closer to the bars, but not close enough for him to touch her should he reached into the cell. “You are already draining every drop of my blood I don’t absolutely need to live without my consent or cooperation. You won’t kill me because when my blood stops flowing, you’ll never get another drop. So what is it that you want?”
            He smirked, “You are a very clever and intelligent young woman, Princess. I expected no less from the child of a God. It’s all something out of a Greek myth isn’t it.”
            “Norse mythology, actually.” Lynnea corrected, “A vast difference in the two. But whose counting.”
            “Your father has a strangely uncharacteristic soft spot of affection for you. Given his natural dislike of mortals. He always has been somewhat of a womanizer so his having a child with a human doesn’t surprise me a bit.” He began, “It makes you even more of a precious rarity my dear Lynnea Lokisdotter.”
            “And you Gregory Dandridge, even more of a fool for knowing of my father as you do and still stealing me away from my home. You can’t possibly imagine that this is going to end well for you. Whatever Dane gave you, whatever he told you is going to get you flayed alive.”
            “Dane?” He said with a laugh, “He imagined that he was playing us from day one. He had visions of grandeur in every sense of the word. The Asgardian way of doing things, is hardly the human way. Asgardians still tend to live somewhat in medieval times with how they think. Their senses and manners are much to blunt.” He explained.
            “You are thinking in terms of my Uncle and Grandfather no doubt.” Lynnea stated, “You may underestimate them. And I should warn you that not everything written in the mythologies is true. Much of it is imagination and embellished. Some of it, is not accurate enough.”
            Gregory smiled, “There are easier and more efficient ways of conducting affairs then with a blade. Such as making arrangements that don’t require being sliced into ribbons or shopped into chunks.” He stepped close to the bars. “Were you adhere to the terms and rules of any arrangements that were made between us. We could be much more accommodating to visitors of our Earth. Bars and such simple quarters wouldn’t be necessary”
            “Your Earth?” Lynnea said, “What have you done to make it yours besides being born on it? My family and the Asgardians fought for this world and others making them free. Free of monsters you can’t even conceive of. Only to have a different breed of monsters to spring up from the ground. Monsters like you.”
            The man could see this was going nowhere. She wasn’t so easily seduced by promises of a material value as Dane was. Now he was annoyed by her resolve and stubbornness. He held his hands behind him strolling over to Anika’s cell and starring at the young warrior and smiled. “Anika, isn’t it?” He gave her a look that made her skin crawl. “Dane was always more obliging and helpful with access to what we needed from your Princess Lynnea. We couldn’t have asked for a better and more cooperative companion. But good things aren’t meant to last.” Anika just glared at him through the bars. She wasn’t to speak unless Lynnea gave her permission, and even then she was only allowed to speak to Lynnea.
            “She answers to me alone.” Lynnea said seriously, “Leave her be.”
            “You know, we do owe you thanks, Miss Ankia. Thanks to your pure blood, we now know that what we seek can only come from your mistress. A full blooded Asgardian wouldn’t have the same consistency or elements in their blood to make it viable to humans for use.” He said still keeping his eyes on Anika. “SO really, nothing more can be gained by having you here.” Suddenly he produced a gun from behind him and pointed it at Anika cocking it.
            “NO!” Lynnea yelled, instantly raising her hands to use her power to stop him. Instead what she received was a sharp shock to her wrists and collar that made her wince in pain.
            “It’s generally believed that Asgardians are immortal. They heal quickly and live on average 5,000 or more. Tell me, would an Asgardian survive and heal from a bullet to the head? Maybe through the eye socket just to be certain.” He said aiming.
            “STOP!!!” Lynnea raised her hands and started to speak a spell, only to scream out and drop hard to the floor. All five cuffs fitted tight on her body sending electrical shocks through every part of her body. Her back bowed high, and her eyes were white rolling back. When it stopped she fell motionless completely blacked out.
            “PRINCESS!” Anika cried out rushing to the bars that kept them from each other between their cells trying to push through them or pull them apart but it was no use. They were fortified specifically with Asgardians in mind.
            Gregory laughed and uncocked his gun lowering it. “It would appear we do have something that the princess values after all.” Anika couldn’t stand this, seeing them treat Lynnea in such a way and hurt her so badly. Her eyes turned towards Dandridge, “I doubt she’ll try to use her ‘magic’ again anytime soon.”
            Anika vowed to protect Lynnea with her life, and now all she could do was watch, “You should know,” She began turning her eyes towards him, “I’m going to kill you.”
            Dandridge smirked, “I look forward to your trying.”
To Be Contuined . . . .
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