Page 6 of Daddy's Justice

Chapter Two

Morrigan

“She’ll wake in a second; remember she’s never transcended before.” Forseti’s voice was somewhere in the distance. “Why don’t you two go get changed, and I’ll sit here with her.”

I kept my eyes closed tightly, not wanting to open them and find out what the fuck he was talking about. I didn't want to be here, wherever ‘here’ was. And I certainly didn’t want to be with them. I needed to process everything. I needed to get out of here. I needed a plan.

Okay, Morrigan think. What in the hell just happened?

Three large people, claiming to be from Asgard, had kidnapped me and somehow transported me to another place, in a blink of an eye. I didn’t believe in Asgard. Sure, I had seen all the Thor movies; my dad is a huge fan of Marvel movies. I had taken a class on Norse mythology in college, I knew the basics. Odin and the rest of the gods resided on Asgard and Earth was called Midgard. But none of this really mattered, because no matter what the freak shows who had kidnapped me claimed, Asgard wasn’t a real place. It was a mythical realm. There weren’t really gods, goddesses or valkyries. Those were all fairytales.

Weren’t they?

I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate the more I thought about all of it. None of this made any sense. Like at all. I just wanted to go back to work, in the lab where it was safe. Where I was safe. Where I wasn’t surrounded by leather-wearing goons claiming to be gods and goddesses.

Take a deep breath, Morrigan. Break it down step by step.

Step by step. Right. Okay. I could do that.

I drew a breath, inhaling deeply, and counted backwards from ten in my head. My heart rate started to slow.

First, who exactly were these people and why had they taken me? They had to be a group of mentally ill people, likely escaped from a psychiatric hospital or something.

But, what about this lady’s mind reading? I’ve never had much of a poker face. She probably could tell by my expressions that I was concerned. Right. Okay, next.

The transportation thing. This was a bit harder to explain. Unless we hadn’t really transcended like Forseti said. Then what? How did we get here?

Then it dawned on me.

They weren’t a group of mentally ill psychiatric hospital escapees. They were the serial killers! The ones I had been tracking. That was the only logical explanation. My blood ran cold.

“You drugged me!” I sat straight up and stared at Forseti. “How?” Whatever drug they had used, must have knocked me out for a good bit, long enough to get me here. “It is impressive that you’ve managed to leave no DNA evidence behind at the crime scenes, especially with three of you participating in the murders. How do you do that?”

“You are a very confusing woman,” Forseti said, cocking his head to the side and staring at me with a frown on his face. “We already told you who we are. We are here to protect you, not to kill you.” There was a bit of a growl in his statement, he seemed offended that I dared to believe him the bad guy.

“Look, this doesn’t make a lick of sense. Why wouldn’t you contact me in a professional manner and let me know my life was in danger? Why wouldn’t you go to the authorities and let them know? Kidnapping me and taking me...” I paused to look around the room. It was a nice room. The bed I was currently sitting on was obviously custom-made; it was the size of two king-sized beds combined. There was expensive hardwood furniture surrounding the bed and an oversized leather chair in the corner. A large fireplace made out of beautiful amethyst bricks stood tall in the middle of the room, and there was a small sitting area with a couch, two leather chairs and a table facing it. A door led to what I assumed was a master bathroom. I doubted they would murder me in here. The furniture was too expensive to get blood on.

“Your thoughts are funny,” Edda said from the doorway. “She thinks we are going to kill her. Although, she deduces that we won’t do it here. The blood would ruin the room, naturally.” Edda laughed.

I realized in that moment that she could actually read my mind. She came fully into the room as she spoke. She had changed clothes, she looked less threatening in jeans and a black t-shirt. I did a double take. Holy hell. She looked just like me.

“We are first cousins. The resemblance is going to be strong.”

“We are…” What did she just say?

“My mother and your mother are sisters. My mother is married to my father though, so I was raised on Asgard with our family. Your father and mother were never in love. They were matched specifically to make you, a defender of Midgard.”

“Okay!” I threw my arms up, flabbergasted. This was some sick joke. “My parents are John and Sarah Longhorn. I have two older brothers who are happily married with children. Both sets of my grandparents are alive and well. This is a case of mistaken identity. I would like very much to return home now. If one of you would please let me borrow your cell phone so that I can contact work and let them know what is going on.” What was I going to tell them?

I still have no idea what was going on.

Had I been kidnapped by a group of mentally ill larpers? Of course, I had. At least now I knew that they weren’t serial killers. Thank God for small favors, right?

“If you help me get home, I won’t press charges.”

“I need you to stop talking and listen to me.” Forseti came over and sat next to me, his weight shifting the bed beneath us. “This is not how you were supposed to find any of this out.” He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “You are Morrigan, daughter of the valkyrie Rota and the mighty God of War, patron God of Justice, Tyr. You were conceived to become a defender of Earth. After you were born, you were brought here and adopted by a family handpicked by Odin himself.”

My mind raced with this proclamation. I had taken a semester of Norse history in college and something wasn’t lining up.

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