The hybrid in the cell (Complete)

A day in the park

*Emily*

I bask in the warm sunlight, feeling the soft grass beneath my feet as I spend quality time with my friends at the park. We relish the early summer weather, laughing and sharing stories, a welcome break from the stress of my job at the high-security lycan prison.

Our conversations are lighthearted, discussing everything from our favorite TV shows to fashion trends. But, as we savor our ice cream, I can't help but think about Loki, and how he is confined to an underground cell. He's isolated from the world, never to see the sun again… a fate that, in many ways, he brought upon himself, but still, I can’t imagine anything worse.

My thoughts are interrupted when Jenna, one of my friends, brings up the subject of Loki. "So, what's he like? Loki I mean. Is he really as scary as they say on TV? They make him out to be a monster."

I sigh, weary of answering the same questions about Loki to all of my friends and Co-workers. "Scary? No, he is not really scary. In fact, he is quite easy to manage. He spends most of his time reading or deep in thought."

Jenna's curiosity is piqued. "I find that hard to believe. Isn't he some kind of magical hybrid? Someone says he is part dragon? Does he have scales?"

"Some people claim that, but I'm not sure. I have seen nothing to support that claim," I muse. "And no, he doesn't have scales. He dresses in ordinary clothes and looks like a normal human, except for his eyes." I shudder involuntarily, recalling their hypnotic pull.

"What about his eyes?" Susan, my other friend who had been listening intently, asks.

I search for the right words. "It's difficult to explain. They're mesmerizing, drawing you in. Regardless of who he is and what he's done, there's an undeniable beauty in his eyes."

Jenna looks at me, shocked, while Susan laughs. "Honestly, I can't help but find him kind of sexy. You know all dark and broody bad boy in need of saving.”

"Susan! He's a psychotic hybrid mass murderer! How can you see anything other than a monster?" Jenna exclaims, a mix of shock and indignation in her voice.

"I'm not excusing his actions or saying I would jump his bones if given a chance. I just think he has a powerful presence and a lot of charisma," Susan defends her point of view.

I find myself agreeing. "It's actually difficult to see him as a monster. He appears so normal, even vulnerable at times, though he does his best to hide it."

"Does he talk to you? What kind of conversations do you have with someone like that?" Susan inquires, her curiosity growing.

I take a bite of my ice cream, pondering her question. "Yes, we do talk. He asks a lot of questions about my life, my hobbies, and even my favorite movies. Aside from using some archaic words now and then, our conversations feel surprisingly normal."

Jenna shakes her head. "It's just really hard to imagine him engaging in small talk with everyone who stops by."

I bite my lip and confess, "Actually, he only speaks to me. Everyone else gets the silent treatment. I have no idea why."

Both of my friends exchange glances and then stare at me, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity. Feeling the need to change the subject, I shrug and smile. "Shall we get going?"