LOKI

Hiya! I’m Loki, the fun one of Somebody’s Bad Luck. And the ultimate weirdo. If we’re all being honest, you should mention psyche case. Did you just…Do you mind!? I’m telling my story here! Isn’t it our story? Well it starts as my story. Then the rest of you come in. Actually there is the possibility we’ve always been together, it just took a traumatic experience for us to completely surface. You know I’ve always been there, Blue. Anyway this all started when I fell… Ha! You didn’t fall; I kicked your ass into that tank. I think it started before that. …er… Why don’t we start with what you can remember? Good idea.

Ok so I was coming out of an ally…What about your friends? I don’t remember them Yellow! But…Shut up! Black chill out. Just start with your appearance. …Why? Cause you can’t interrupt. Geeze I’m scattered. *sigh* Be going through the same thin collected. I am 5’7”, dark brown hair that comes to my shoulder blades when down, dark skin, and hazel eyes. So I’m Mexican. With some Spanish blood somewhere, cause of my eyes. But people think you’re black. When I’m mad or confused…because of… Yeah the years on the streets. Move on. I’m 17. I randomly remember things from when I was 16 and younger but it’s not clear. Except I know my molecular makeup is different, naturally. For me anyway. This one of a kind trait heals you very quickly, never leaving scars. How come Red? Ok stop talking!

My memory starts two months before my 17th birthday. I came out of an ally and turned the corner to find myself. Thought someone left a mirror on the sidewalk. But she crossed her arms; mine were still in my pockets.
“I have to do everything for you!” she shoves me back.
“What’s your damage?”
“You!” she swung at me.
I started running, but I didn’t know where I was going. Somehow she’d show up in from of me three blocks down, impossible.
“I’m not done with you.” She punches me across the face.
“Since you wanna start something, let me finish it.” She blocks my first punch and throws me back; I pivot and back kick her face into the wall. I give her some body hits, grab her hair and pull her stomach into my knee, hearing the breath forced out of her lungs. She falls on her knees and looks up at me with a grin, “There I am.” She picks up a 2x4 and hits me, I’m thrown threw a window. I pick myself up and look at the window…she’s gone. But then she hits the back of my head, I go down. Scrambling up I take off through the building, I’m too fuzzy to fight. I run down corridors and stairs. I’ll catch a glimpse of her and run faster. Its dark but I can see huge holding tanks in the wharehouse where she throws a chain around my ankles and pulls my feet out from under me. I try to loosen the chain and she whips my hands with the other end as she walks towards me.
“You should forget the other two. I’m the only one who helps.”
I think “I’m scared” and “I need to get out of this building.” The end of the chain whips across my face.
“Stop listening to them!” She crouches over me and grabs my shirt, her face inches away from mine, “I’m the only part that takes action, because I ca…” I slide my body further underneath her reaching my feet over her back, around her head, and bring it back down into the cement floor. I run up the nearest stairs. Unfortunately it only leads to the top of a tank, it contained some liquid. There was no where to go, so I turned around to find another exit. She’s there; she throws me into the railing, hitting my head on the first bar and my shoulder on the second. I kick her feet out; she falls hard against the tank. I go towards her, wanting to finish this. She kicked me in the stomach as I bend to get her; with my momentum it flips me. My back hits the edge of the tank and I feel her scream “NO!” before I submerge in liquid. I found the surface but my vision is off. I see double and different parts of the tank. I’m able to get to the edge and pull myself out. I’m on all fours trying to get my vision back. I reach for the rail and push myself up. I get close to the stairs and I fall, and I fall again. Getting back up I make it slowly down the stairs. I get a couple feet from the last step and fall. I take a few breaths trying to get it together. I look up to see two girls in front of me. I stood up, then I stand, I get up, and once more. That was the first time I physically stood beside myself. I can see clearly and know who the girls beside me are. They are me. I look back to the other two girls. One is Asian ad the other has green hair. Together I say “Hey.”