Re: Dr Strange!
The little strands of obscured magic drew Stephen easily... So did the shriek of pain when it happened.
Ikol was the one to wake Loki. "Something is afoot."
Loki stirred blearily, laying on the floor in the awkward way the chains allowed. Ikol's ghostly wing brushed at his cheek. "No, feign sleep. They think the drug's still affect for the same length of time."
After three weeks of being drugged, it was true. He was waking sooner and sooner. It used to be when he slept, he was eager to wake up to escape his dreams. Now... he just laid there and tried to sleep anymore, escape the soreness for a while.
The door was opening to his cell.
"-to know who messed up ," Whitehall was saying. "Find who is responsible for our location being disclosed. I want them to suffer to the highest degree for failing us."
A solider was speaking. "The orders to dispatch our other prisoners should be happening as we speak. One of the submarines is on standby."
"Good. I won't be long. Just want to harvest some key organs first. The acid will dissolve the rest." There was a tink of instruments being rolled out and rubber gloves being pulled on.
Ikol's wing stayed on his brow. "Don't move yet... You'll have one chance at this... ... ... Now!"
Loki only had one weapon to his disposal that wasn't chained, and often they shot him at a distance, so even those were useless. Now in his hurry Whitehall had made the dread mistake of getting too near Loki.
Most would agree Loki's tongue was his greatest weapon. But Loki was a giant still, so his teeth worked extremely well in a pinch. His eyes snapped open and he lunged for Whitehall and latched onto the closest thing to him. His wrist.
It made the strangest crunching as Whitehall screamed. He pulled away and his hand flopped over in a sick manner. Loki had bit through everything--skin, muscle, vein and bone. The top of his ulna was crushed and there wasn't just a bite mark--part of his hand and the meat below the pinky where the palm met carpal bones was gone.
Loki did have the surprised thought that the blood didn't taste half bad. But then, he truly hadn't eaten in a long time. He spit the grit of flesh and bones out, sitting up as Whitehall scrambled back, his face pale and stammering in obvious shock. The soldier was already acting, shooting at Loki with his gun.
"Ow! OW!" Loki flinched. They were bullets, but they still stung and his torso was already sore, still healing from Whitehall's exploration. "STOP IT!"