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Posted by Killer Frost
on 5/22/2009, 4:54 pm
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It had been two weeks, two weeks of normal life. For most people I guess this would be no big thing, but for me it was the start of something fresh. All my life I had wanted to be a scientist, but fate had a more twisted role for me to play. Recreating an experiment, I was transformed in to a mass murderer known as Killer Frost, but I was sentenced to prison in the mad house known as Arkham Asylum, their with help from people who were willing to believe, I pulled my life around.
After securing a sponsorship programme with Wayne Industries, I had access to amazing work, colleagues that could engage me on a intellectual level, I was free and I was happy.
But not everyone was happy for me, every night carried the same routine, I made my way home by 7pm and once inside I became a prisoner, not just to the tag that strapped discreetly to my left ankle, but to him. The caped crusader that single handed fights crime in Gotham, Batman.
Every night at nine thirty pm, so accurate that you could set your watch by him, he would appear at my window. His presence was silent, yet loud enough to scare me, every single time.
“Don’t be alarmed”
“Your dressed in head to toe black leather, appearing at my window without so much as disturbing the air that surrounds you. No everything’s just normal in here”
“Louise Lincoln, your turn around seems to be a miracle, but forgive me for being sceptical. Just a few short weeks in Arkham seems to have permanently changed your mental state”
“Yes for the better”
“Indeed, but its also allowed you to gain entry to one of the most well equipped laboratories in the world, so if you don’t mind ill continue to keep a watch”
“That’s fine, but from now on, how about not so close as to look like a god damn pervert”
I rush forward, slamming down the window and closing the curtains so as to create a wall between the bat and myself. Slowly I sink down the drape of material that creates the barrier I need, and as I sink down to the floor, in my mind I sink further, and once more the buzzing fills my head like a swarm of bees.
“Louise can you hear me?”
“get out of my head”
“I gave you freedom child, fulfilling my end of our bargain, now all im asking for is an update on your progress?”
“You are just a fragment of my subconscious, now get out”
“My name is Mr Mind and I assure you, in all aspects I am very much real. My powers of the mind are what have kept you from going back to your old ways”
“I’m different now, cured”
“Is that what they told you child, pathetic. Only the mask I allow you to wear is what they see and when I have need of you, your other disguise will serve me much better. Remember young Louise, inside that body beats the cold heart of a killer”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
My own paranoia forces me to pull the chair from underneath my side dresser, slamming it clean through the window. As the rain beats down over Gotham, thunder and lightning fills the air with sound and light. In the shadows nothing moves not even the Batman, he to has left me with only the sound of my own heart.
I hear the dripping of water slowly cascading down, its not until I focus that I realise its not the rain that falls in side my broken glass window, but ice melting into water and flowing from my hand.
“What’s happening to me?”
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The following day: Wayne Enterprises:
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Once more I approach the big doors that have become the normally day working of my otherwise normal life, good foundation covers all traces of my restless nights, but the dreams are getting worse. The day to day running of the lab tests keep me occupied and by mid afternoon I’ve almost forgotten what happened just hours before.
But the day soon turns to night and once more darkness creeps into my bones, a overwhelming fear that somewhere out there amongst the evil that patrols the streets, a man of power, known to me only as Mr Mind has plans for me and sooner or later I will have to answer his call, sooner or later I may well be a monster. But today at least I’m just a normal girl called Louise.
To Be Continued….
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