What Lies Beneath

Everything was fuzzy, and she took a deep breath as she fell into the wall, letting out a small cry of pain before slumping to the ground. Felicity wasn't sure what she was suppose to, she thought about fighting, but this man was twice her size. She blinked her hazel eyes up at the man that was now hovering above her, and she snarled her lip. He let out a rough laugh before smacking her hard across the face, her head bouncing slightly off the wall behind her. She whined and grimaced before letting out a full blown scream, as she was yanked up off the ground by her long brown hair. She started to kick, fighting for all she was worth, wanting to be free of what was happening. She let out an almost laugh of relief when she kicked the man right in the balls and it caused him to let go of her. She quickly wrapped her top tight around her body, as it had been ripped open by the man, and she took off running. She was glad she'd decided to wear her tennis shoes today, that probably saved her more so then her ability to nail 'em where it counted. Faster. She had to get away from that man.
Felicity wasn't even sure where the man had come from. She came down this way every night after work, it was the safest route. Apparently not anymore. She huffed and shook her head. Sometimes working at a bar had it's downs. Rape. Murder. Getting mugged. Drunk assholes hitting on you all the time. Ya know. The usual every day stuff. She was just wanting so badly to get home now, get a shower, sleep this all off, pretend it didn't happen. She was sure she'd be alright since nothing other then a good beat down had actually happened. She shrugged her thoughts away as she came around a corner, only to feel someone grab her by the hair again, yanking her back to the ground. A yelp fell from her lips and she looked up to see the man from before. He'd been chasing her. Her eyes were wide with fear as she scrambled to get herself up off the ground, she had to fight. She would not be a victim. She wasn't born to just take things. She let out a small grunt as she leaned up and bit the inside of his leg. She heard him yell and rolled away from him, stumbling to her feet and glaring at the man. He didn't know when he'd lost, did he? She smirked just slightly before he reached over and hit her so hard she saw stars and to the ground she fell again.
Felicity wasn't sure at this point if she was going to be able to keep fighting, she'd put everything she could into it, and this man was just bigger and stronger then her. And persistent as fuck. She blinked the the fuzziness away and looked up and watched as he about hit her again, before a pale hand reached out and stopped the fist. The man looked up, looking rather surprised. Felicity could almost cry in that moment. Someone had stopped to help her. She looked up at the man that was now standing over her, and almost wasn't sure what to do with herself. He wasn't what she had expected. He was small...slim....pale...and he had the brightest blue eyes she'd ever seen. His hair was black, and it flipped just so at the ends, brushed back, and sitting perfectly, and he was carrying...a staff? Merlin...is that you? She thought, and started to giggle a little at herself. She shook it off quickly as the man with the blue eyes looked down at her for a moment, before looking up at the man that had been beating the hell out of her.
“You better get out of here man, this ain't none of your business.”The guy grumbled as he yanked his fist back away from the one with the dark hair.
“Human, you hit this girl that can clearly not fight you, what makes you think it isn't my business?”The dark haired man replied, raising an eyebrow for a moment, smiling just slightly.
“You're messin' with the wrong guy, weirdo.”The first man snapped back quickly, and hauled off, trying to hit the one with the dark hair and bright blue eyes.
The one with the black hair, and the blue eyes, brought his staff up and stopped the man's fist without blinking an eye, and then the staff glowed green and to Felicity's surprised, the one that had tried raping her, was shot backwards like he was just a fly. She gasped and started to move away from the one that had just saved her. She wasn't sure she liked being saved all of a sudden. She kept her eyes on his face, his tight lips, curved into a vicious smile, his high cheek bones, his thin chin, his pale skin. He was attractive, she wouldn't deny that, but he was scary as hell, and his good looks, she was pretty sure, couldn't balance the fear she felt over what she'd just witnessed.
“Why do you run from me, Woman?”He asked, as he looked down at her, his staff now idly at his side.
“You...y-you....just shot that man in the air....with...a stick...”She managed to get out, as she finally stopped trying to crawl away.
“Not a stick, a staff.”He corrected without thinking about it.
“Regardless.....you blasted a man with it....like he was a fly....or some other tiny little bug.”She retorted as she slowly got back to her feet.
“He wasn't going to just stop on his own, so I did what needed to be done.”The man told her simply, giving a small shrug, as if she shouldn't be completely shocked by what she was seeing.
“Okay...well...regardless....Thank you.”She finally managed to say, as she pulled her shirt back around herself, trying to cover herself up the best she could.
The man simply nodded, he didn't say anything in response, and Felicity found that to be odd, but hell, everything about tonight had been odd. The man. The staff. The almost getting raped. Tonight was just not her night. Maybe someone had slipped LSD into her drink tonight or something, and this was all just a big trip. She was hoping so. She was really hoping so. She wasn't sure how she could accept this as reality.
“Might I acquire your name?”The dark haired man asked her after a small moment of silence. He'd been studying her just as she'd been doing the same to him.
“Um....F-Felicity.”She managed to get out,”And can I get yours?”
“You don't already know?”He asked, looking slightly amused,”Loki.”
Okay, so Felicity blinked for a moment, and looked at him like he was some crazy homeless man, before shaking her head, a terrified laugh falling from her lips, as she looked up at the sky. What the fuck sort of reality was she living in right now? She had to be on some sort of trip, because that wasn't something that normal people name their children. Loki. That's a Norse god. God of mischief to be exact. What the hell. She let out another very nervous laugh before looking back at the man, who didn't seem to find anything about this funny.
“Why do you laugh, woman?”Loki asked, tilting his head just slightly as he watched her closely.
“Your parents named you after a god....what were they hittin' in the 70's?”She finally managed to say as she pulled her arms tighter around herself.
“I'm not sure I understand what you mean.”He replied lightly, letting out a small chuckle.
“I mean....why would your parents name you after a god of mischief....I mean...why not Dick, or Tyler, or Andy or something normal?”She explained simply, raising an eyebrow.
“I still don't understand, human, do you not realize that I'm not named after anything?”He retorted as he took a step towards her.
“Do what?”She asked, her vision becoming fuzzy again, her world spinning. This was really just too much to take. She was saved from a whack job, by another one....and she was hurt, tired, and it all just sort of caused her to black out. She hit the ground a moment later, motionless but still breathing.