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Posted by Killer Frost
on 5/5/2009, 11:12 am
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The whole area had been cornered off, police cars and officers had used their vehicles and tape to seal off the area to the public. However due to the close proximity of the world assembly delegates and the fact that the fight had been between a known killer and the now exposed current ruler of Atlantis, press and public alike now crowded the streets.
In the centre of all this, I sit in a self made prison of my own creation, a solid block of ice, created out of a fear of drowning. As I stare blankly through the frost coated ice, I can hear the muffled crowd outside, cans and bottles as well as small rocks found littering the pavement bounce off of the large ice structure, they want me locked away at best, some would say that Arkham Asylum would be to good for me, instead a death sentence would put an end to my miserable life… a miserable life indeed.
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Several years before:
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I had first met Crystal Frost as a fellow student at Hudson University, we both studied science. However it wasn’t until we met again years later that we would become close friends. Up until the final years, Crystal was a well respected researcher in her own right, it wasn’t until alone in the arctic, after discovering her love did not feel the same way she did, that she would become the serial killer now known as Killer frost.
Unfortunately despite her natural brilliant mind, she would die at the hands of a super hero going by the name of Firestorm, her ability to absorb heat caused her bodies cellular tissue to overload on Firestorms abundant thermo-kinetic capabilities.
However I knew the real Crystal, her powers could have easily been used for good just as much as evil, after all if not for her recent heartbreak I am sure she would have come out the other side a female empowerment icon.
It was to that end that I now intended to repeat her experiment. I enter the thermafrost chamber, and seal myself inside. As soon as the door closes the pre-programmed computer sends the chamber in to a freeze cycle, alone with only my own thoughts, I can’t help but feel the cold begin to sink into my bones; it feels like I’m being frozen from the inside out. As I think of my mentor and what she endured, I know inside that I can endure to. If she crusaded against men due to her lost love, then I will crusade against Firestorm, for what he did to her. I don’t know why I feel the anger I do, all I know is that inside, I feel nothing except cold.
My heart seems to scream and in the brief second of pain I panic, scrambling for the door, I try to open it, scrapping my nails against the inside metal and now locked bar that seems wedged in place. I press my face against the small glass look out hole, hoping that someone will see how foolish I have been, yet I know I chose my times correctly and deep in the heart of the research facility I now work, no one hears my pleas.
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Arkham Asylum: Present day
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After being loaded on to a truck and driven slowly to the place that could just as well serve as a graveyard as it does an institute for the criminally insane, I continue to dwell on old thoughts, I wonder just what my life would be if not for my decision to follow in my mentors foot steps. Would I be working for some highflying research team? Or perhaps I would simply be claiming benefits and be the mother of three very unruly children. Whatever I was to become, surely it would serve me better than where I am now.
The guards throw me into my cell, where cold air is pumped in from the ceiling via a network of pipes, believe it or not this does not help me, for despite producing ice and bending it to my will, I require a source of heat that which my body must absorb before I am able to expel the energy as waves of cold. So for now, I simply sit, and other the hours that follow as my stored energy fails me, the sheen of ice that covers my body giving me a blue skin appearance fades and with it so does all protection from the gazing eyes of the perverted guards who long for nothing but a cheap thrill at my now naked body.
In time a female guard takes pity and slides a blanket and some old grey prison outfit underneath the cell door, the trousers and simple jumper are about two sizes to big hanging loosely off of my more natural woman’s figure, however they still provide comfort from both the cold I now feel for the first time as well as the wandering eyes that still try and picture me naked. The blanket is slung around my shoulders like a cape, keeping me warm, its still not comfortable, but I guess prison life is not about being comfortable.
“Dr Louise Lincoln are you happy?”
I look around for the source of the voice that seems to feel as if it’s buzzing inside my own head, “What sort of question is that, I’m stuck inside a prison for the insane, freezing my tits off”
“What if I was to offer you a way out of this life?”
“You some sort of psychiatrist? Because I assure you, I may be a killer but I’m not mad. I was just angry after losing the mentor I had looked up to, who had gone out of their way to teach me and help get me through my research degree.”
“So then you are saying you are ready to change?”
“What makes you think I am able?”
“My dear child, everyone is able to change, if they are willing”
“Who are you?”
“I am Mr Mind, and if you truly wish to rehabilitate yourself, I can help you.”
“What’s the catch?”
“You are hardly in apposition to negotiate, I require an answer. Yes or no? Or perhaps you enjoy sitting inside this frozen prison”
“Yes” as soon as I say the word, I slump, a few single tears begin to sting as they leave my eyes, I am unsure if this is due to me reaching a new low, or wishing I could be more.
“I’ll be in touch”
The wired buzzing sensation leaves my head, and although I feel no need to rest, my eyes are almost forced to close as I succumb to the darkness and cold.
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Unknown Location:
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“Yes there is good and evil in this child, she is perfect for what I need, a piece of metal which will bend to my will, to forge a knife with which I will pierce the heart of all those who have dared to humiliate or belittle the might that is Mr Mind”
The strange caterpillar sits perched upon the shoulder of his pet slave, a dinosaur in terms of stature and looks; he is the muscle behind the brains.
“Like Xavier I shall fracture this young ones psyche, helping her to overcome her deluded ways. Blending and integrating herself back into society, as a Dr she will work where I guide her, until such time as like the Phoenix she will rise from the ashes to consume everything in her path”
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Several Months Later:
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“Are you sure this is right?”
“By all experts account Laura, you are of sane mind.”
“I understand that Mr Wayne, but to be not only released from Arkham, but given a job at Wayne Industries. I know at least a dozen other people who would kill for the job”
“I pray that’s just a joke”
His eyes and smirk make me feel almost ashamed, how stupid can one girl be. “I assure you it’s just a joke Mr Wayne”
“Please call me Bruce, and your release comes with a variety of restriction. No access to any of the level four research or above. Your time at both the lab and at home will be monitored, however your bedroom in your apartment will be a private place, you have my word.”
“I don’t know how to thank you”
“Don’t, you’ve worked hard to get where you are, and the Wayne research grant was designed to help people who had fallen through the cracks. Just make sure you don’t waste the opportunity that sits before you, as like you said, many people would kill for the job. Just carry on the good work you have been doing and in time you may well earn your place here”
“Thank you” I can’t help but smile at the man who stands before me, like a god he has judged me worthy and I don’t think I could ever repay him enough. My smile is effortless, as I seem to irradiate happiness from the inside for the first time in years. My life of crime is over; today I am just plain old Laura Lincoln, research assistant to tech lab support B.
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Unknown Location:
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“Work hard my little Louise, for when next we cross paths, it is your better half I would wish to speak to Bruce Wayne… or should I say Batman HAHAHAHAHAHA”
To Be Continued….
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