Chapter 3: Alive another day
Year 2038, the present.
They were supposed to have fried me alive inside a kind of moving chamber that kept my body almost on fire, they took me in that shit from my cell all the way to the Royal Courts of Justice, , to top it off, there were not a few people who were going to witness, they were at least twenty. In my opinion they seemed quite comfortable with what was going to happen, it made me sick.
But that notion was denied by the young woman who made her way into the room. Suddenly she dropped the large number of folders in front of the judge and stepped back confidently. I couldn't get a good look at her because she was right in the blind spot of my chamber. Who the fuck was she? How did she dare to say that she had proof? Does she work with the detective? her voice was definitely different.
- With all due respect your honor, thousands of cameras recorded - An officer, in a handsome black suit with a green checkered tie, looked haggard, tired, and deprived of rest. His Atlantic blue eyes looked up and down on me, just the person I expected to appear, disguised as the coward that he is, - “It” massacre thousands of innocents with the crest of its father in hand – I was about to protest against the use of the wrong pronoun but the girl to my right did it for me.
- Excuse me? “She” is as human as any of us, and if you are not able to see it, then you should check her birth certificate - the girl took one of the papers out of one of the folders and showed it to everyone present.
- Tesseract Jörmungandr, daughter of Loki, born on May 10th, 2015, in the city of New Asgard, therefore, firstly, this court has no jurisdiction over her, second, by right she deserves to be treated like any other human, and third, did you really agree with the idea of assassinating the rightful queen of Asgard? – Everyone was speechless, my heart was pounding in my chest, I felt like it was going to explode.
- Enough! – the judge broke the tension with her gavel. In the end I was able to leave the place as a free woman, with the condition that I had to be someone else’s responsibility, giving that none of my family members were qualified enough.
A bunch of officers transported me inside the chamber and into a truck, apparently the girl was with me, again in the blind spot. I tried to speak but the heat inside my space increased, my limbs were numb, and the oxygen was no longer in my lungs, without paying much attention to it, I fainted.
- And then, Mjölnir flew back to my hand and a bright and huge lightning struck his shield, it was then that I met the Avengers, united, we defeated Loki, and we returned home – seeing him telling stories about his glory days made me happy, because he looked happy.
My uncle was a huge storyteller, he used to dramatize everything, it was funny, and my mother loved that we got along, after all, my uncle was the only one I had that was remotely close to my father.
- Loki was a monster, thank goodness he died - at that time I had no idea what he had to go through to make those decisions, nor the amount of torment my uncle had to endure because of him.
One or two bottles could not even make him dizzy, and it’s probably unthinkable that someone with his morals and dedication to the right thing would be able to do something so cruel, and sordid, to a seven-year-old girl, but I guess it was my fault too.
Remembering how it hurt to hear him say those words, made me sad, not much more than that. Like I sat on the wrong ice, and suddenly I was sinking into the most dark and warm waters, slowly dying but not doing anything about it.
When I woke up, it felt like it was the first time I had a decent sleep in five years. The air was cold and light, but constant, I opened my eyes carefully, I realized that it came from an air conditioner right above my head, placed in a good distance from the headboard, almost against the ceiling.
Also, to my right there was a note, “Take a shower, there’s clothes on the closet, meet you downstairs” written in blue ink with a sloppy and curved handwriting, I found it cute somehow.
I thought that they would just kill me anyways, but apparently I was alive another day, and I was going to make it count. Whoever the house was, the room was very luxurious, but the bathroom was even more luxurious. The color palette between the two rooms was similar, grays, dark blues, and shades of off-white.
My constant thought was to remove the blood of five years of torture from my hair, for this I had to shower with water at its maximum temperature, but it was by no means diluted. Fortunately, the dirt on my body was gone after an intense use of soap. I was very disgusted with all the marks the scientists left on my body, it seemed as if they surrounded and clung to every inch of skin in their path, a horrible reminder of an unavoidable truth.
When I felt my powers had fully returned, it was easy for me to make a pair of scissors appear to trim all my damaged hair, and a pair of tweezers for the general aesthetic of my face, but it didn't matter, when I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I felt like I was going to throw up despite of the clear improvement.
For years I avoided looking at myself, I felt ashamed and guilty, eventually I fell into dementia and started hearing things, voices that didn't make any sense, seeing him in the mirror, but it only lasted a year.
Among so many things that were in the closet, I found a pair of black jeans, a red long and loose shirt that fell over my hips, covering them comfortably, and underwear and bras, strangely my size.
I thought that putting aside how suspicious and creepy my situation looked, I would feel better, but the chances of having a panic attack only increased when I left the room. What appeared to have been a living room was a mess, piles of brightly colored metal scraps, broken wires, flashing lights and tools scattered everywhere.
– You look confused, well, it would be weird if you weren’t – I walked downstairs, without taking my eyes of her warm gaze, her long brown hair fell on her shoulders like a wild waterfall after she untied her messy ponytail.
– Are you hungry? I made pancakes, I thought that after five years eating shit you deserved a decent meal - She acted like that because I turned out innocent, if there was no evidence of it, she wouldn’t have been so calm, no, she shouldn’t anyway, I didn’t know how asleep my primal instincts were, but one wrong move and it could really end badly for both of us.
I nodded, to be honest, I was more scared than confused, so as a "good" solution to my anxiety I limited my movements and kept my head down. - I know that you are not going to trust me right away, nor do I expect you to, but the court decided it would be better if you were, say, under someone's supervision – in the middle of the mess there was a coffee table, she moved a bunch of trash so she could set the plate and a mug with tea.
- Your family was not very kind to deny you as they did, and let's say that improvisation wasn’t the best call, so I volunteer to take care of you – Family? Playing along won’t help me now, - Then you know that calling them is by all means the dumbest waste of your time – I took a few steps closer to her, hearing the near by ocean made me regain a bit of my confidence.
- If I'm for the axe, then for mercy's sake, just swing it, it’s not that I don't love our little talk, it's just... I don't love it – “Wait…have I hear that before? Just ignore it and focus” I thought for myself, perhaps I shouldn’t have been so mean, the words just slipped out of my mouth, and it felt somehow natural to me.
- Relax, you can go if you want - The steps that she took back showing humility were the only thing that prevented the maximum closeness of our bodies. My vision was clouded for a second, she was being sincere, “why do I feel like we already know each other?” couldn’t help to ask myself.
- But I'm afraid you’ll have nowhere else to return to, your majesty, why don’t you give me a chance – her hand moved a bit towards my arm, - Wait- don’t – she stopped abruptly, and looked up to me surprised, - I don’t like to be touched – she seemed to understand it a bit, so she backed up.
What was I supposed to tell her?, Don’t touch me because you’ll get frostbite?, careful I’m a monster, please refrain from any type of contact?, I panicked so I said the first thing that came to my mind.
- My name is Tesseract Jörmungandr, but you can call me Tessa, pleasure to meet you – “what the fuck?” I casted a protective charm on my hand and offered it to her, she took it with a smile, that beautiful smile that looks like a spell itself, - Morgan, the pleasure is mine – Heck! my hands were sweating a river, it’s hard for me to believe that I stood there for what felt like forever just looking at her without losing myself.
- Uhm, yeah – she let go of my hand slowly, – The room you woke in is yours, mine is in the workshop downstairs, in case you need me – one question kept roaming in my head, - Where are we? Like in the planet – with that I could easily calculate how much I’ll have to swam to get to New York, – Malibu, California; this is a replica of my father’s old mansion, with my personal touches of course - she said proudly.
¡FUCK!, ¡¿3,985.52 km away?! It took me a few minutes of mental calculation to get the exact number, because I’m not a fucking calculator, and asking her only to seem like an idiot wasn’t an option.
I was about to ask if I could explore a bit, but her phone rang and she had to leave the house, almost in a hurry. I was alone, so I took the liberty of wandering the halls, observing a great number of heavy machinery, and rooms with pieces of rusty robots just lying on the carpet.
It was clear to me that Morgan was passionate about the topic of sustainable technology, more than once I came across blueprints of options for greater use of sustainable energy, although my intents of reading them were in vain, for me those were just a lot of funny pictures with numbers.
I counted 24 security cameras distributed throughout the mansion, including the basement or rather work area, to be honest I did not know if it was in better or worse condition than the living room. The structure was located on the edge of a cliff, the Pacific Ocean was hitting the rocks hard, and the foam was dissipating into the air due to the impact.
The salty breeze brought me an old feeling of nostalgia, I could almost hear the laughter of my mother and my brother when we got lost in Rapa Nui, I missed them, but there was no use crying them, she probably would’ve hit me on the head at that point, just for the simple fact that in five years I have not fought for myself, nor did I take proper care of my family.
“The world, my dear, is not your responsibility, all those heroes act like they have the weight of the entire planet in their shoulders, you don’t have to feel that way. If you can help, then help, but family comes first, my love” my mother’s voice in my head was very reassuring, she was very wise. She told me that when I turned fifteen, I remember it because it was the day my first scales appeared on my arms, it was a very painful experience and Fenrir couldn’t stop laughing, in the end I threw one of them at him and scared his face, near the right eye.
- Brother, I wish you were here, I finally cut my hair the way you always told me it would look pretty on me, I wish you had done it for me, even if I had killed you on the process – I giggled to myself letting the cold air refresh my skin.
- To be honest I thought you were already gone, but you decided to stay! This is going to be SO much fun, roomie - her enthusiasm was cute, but I was intrigued to know her serious or angry side, a well-hidden dark side behind that smile, but surprisingly I was not bothered by her “UWU” attitude.
- I thought I really had nothing to lose by trying, and who knows?… the hypotenuse and whatever - My head was pretty scrambled, literally, I couldn’t think straight with her looking at me so lovingly.
My first thought about Morgan was “Bright”, like in an enlightening sense. She moved around the room cautiously and slowly, her head was being careful, but her heart was being thoughtful, I think.
When you think of the daughter of a deceased millionaire, you would probably imagine a pampered spoiled brat, with a nice body and lots of stupid friends, I assumed that too, but then, when she got all excited just because I didn’t leave, I knew that she was different.
But my rest could not last long, my wounds were still very fresh, and my energy was only at 40% of my capacity, my body was in a deplorable condition for what was about to happen, I only had a week or so to prepare for the day that humanity would call, “The official debut of the reincarnated serpent of dawn”.
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