Post by Victor on Jul 26, 2012 18:18:06 GMT -5
This night was like any other at Arkham, Victor had completed another day’s work in the limited laboratory space he was permitted, the staff keeping an ever-watchful eye on his every move. Although technically he was supposed to receive psychiatric treatment during his time at the asylum, none of the institution’s doctors knew in the slightest how to approach the issue of a patient that simply didn’t manifest emotions. They did however unanimously agree that Fries, if left unprovoked did not pose a threat to the general population of the facility or the staff and seeing as his primary motivation was to find a cure of his wife’s illness, petitioned to allot the doctor a limited amount of laboratory space and equipment. As a precaution though and at the guard’s insistence, the circuitry that controlled the enhanced strength functions of the ice man’s cryogenic suit had been removed and stored away in the asylum vault.
Victor had returned to his cell with the usual entourage of six guards, his lonely little corner of the facility being in a specially refrigerated corridor in a lower level under the main cell blocks. The location was necessary due to the man’s special needs and the space taken by the equipment that provided for them. Maintaining an entire corridor and cell block at temperatures well bellow zero was expensive, but the hospital was forced to bare this expense as it would be inhumane to force the man to live his entire life in his cryogenic suit. The very concept was ironic as Fries no longer considered himself human.
Food was an interesting problem he’d solved early on and had informed the kitchen staff about on his first visit to the asylum. While his body still required food like any other, any normal edible food stuff would freeze solid in his cell and if it was kept warm enough to be malleable, it was too hot for the man to consume. Instead the majority of Victor’s food was freeze dried and things that could be dehydrated like water it’s self, were treated with a variant and non-toxic form of the cryogenic chemical Fries used to preserve Nora. The chemical ensured that fluids like water, soup or some other beverages remained in a liquid state even at cryogenic temperatures. The only unfortunate side effect was that any foods that hadn’t already lost most of their flavor from the freezing process, were made to taste strongly artificial by their chemical treatment. Victor didn’t care though, he was beyond caring about the trivialities of tasting food, it was simply one more thing denied him by his condition.
Following his evening meal, Victor moved to his bed and as he’d done every night for as long as he had it in his possession, retrieved the snow globe containing Nora’s likeness and simply sat and stared at the ever twirling figure. He wasn’t sure exactly how much time had passed but quite suddenly the man’s concentration was broken by a crackle of static on the prison PA system preceding an announcement. Victor did not recognize the man’s voice but knew it not to be the warden or any of the normal executives. He could tell one thing from the manner in which the man spoke though, he was a prime candidate to be occupying one of the cells in the upper levels as no sane man would dare make such an announcement and expect to get away with it.
Still the seemingly delusional message over the PA system continued without interruption and with no sound of guards trying to force their way into the warden’s office, from which the PA system was usually operated. This was curious, surely they could hear this as well and were attempt to stop such an inflammatory attempt to start a prison wide ruckus. Looking to the door of his cell, Victor could see two of the four guards on duty run past the frost window and then heard their transit through the cold lock at the end of the corridor. Placing Nora’s likeness on the desk, Victor approached the cell door, drawing the attention of the two remaining guards.
“Sit back down Freeze, nothing to see here.” one of the two grumbled, the rookie of the pair. His partner, a seasoned member of the staff knew such remarks were both unwise and unnecessary in Victor’s case, he wasn’t a troublemaker like the rest of the inmates.
“That is obvious.” Victor replied. “What I am interested in is why there is nothing to see.” he continued, his voice modulated by the speaker, microphone combination of his suite. His helmet was removed but the mechanism function just the same. “Four of you are supposed to be on duty here at all times. If this were just a simple lunatic breaking into the warden’s office while he was out and toying with the public address system not only would he have been interrupted by now, but those two men would still be here.”
“Would you listen to this guy? He’s analyzing us now.” The rookie grumbled, looking decidedly angry and having completely missed the fact that Victor didn’t say anything with the intent of insulting others. Still, the ice man’s analysis of the situation was taken in that regard.
“Relax Charlie, he’s right, something’s up.” the senior guard stated trying to calm his partner. “You’d better put the rest of that thing on in case we have to move you.” he added turning to the cell and gesturing to Victor’s helmet.
“You think that this location is not secure?” Victor asked but did as was suggested, returning to the desk and first put Nora’s globe back into it’s box for safety and then lifted his bell jar style helmet up and over his head. Securing the seal, he returned to the cell door a moment before there was a low rumble from the ceiling. Something was definitely going on on the floor above them. It was only moments later when the cold lock opened again, the distinctive sounds of a riot in progress following the return of the two guards.
“It’s pandemonium up there!” one of them yelled. “We’ve got to hold up in here until this blows over.” he continued in a near panic.
“We can’t, that door’s made to keep Freeze in, not the other prisoners out.” the senior of the group replied. “If anything we need to take him and try to get to one of the guard stations.”
The debate went on for several minutes while Victor watched silently from the other side of his iced cell door. This turn of events presented an opportunity. If this was a simple riot and the claims on the PA system were false, just a nut trying to start trouble, then Victor would simply do as he was told and hopefully his already spotless record would be made even more promising with footnotes provided by the guards that he didn’t not attempt escape during the crisis. This would almost certainly act towards hastening the date of his release. On the other hand, if what was said on the PA system was true and somehow the nuts were now in charge of the nuthouse, acting to protect these men could be equally beneficial. Such a coup couldn’t go unnoticed for long and when it was eventually put right, Victor would have been directly responsible for saving lives. Either way it played out, Victor came out on top and he would be that much closer to what he desired, the freedom to return to Nora and work towards her cure. The lives of these guard meant nothing to him, nor those of the inmates, they were simply a means to an end and that end was Nora. Eventually Victor’s musing was interrupted by the sound of his cell door unlocking, the chilled mechanism decidedly louder then the usual door locks.
“Ok Freeze, we’re going to try and get to a guard station. I don’t want any funny business from you. Got it.” the lead guard stated.
“Of course not.” Victor replied and stepped out of his cell, towering over the four men surrounding him. The five walked hurriedly down the icy corridor to the cold lock, the two officers in front being the same two who’d left earlier. As they ventured into the chamber there was a sudden flash and accompanying explosion that tossed Victor, the senior and the rookie to the floor. The three were unhurt but shaken by the blast, the two officers in the chamber weren’t so lucky.
“Apparently someone who wished me ill will has managed to not only get loose but has sabotaged the lock chamber.” Victor observed as he picked himself up. Turning back towards the chamber while the two remaining guards hauled themselves off the floor, Victor peered into the smoke filled lock.
“Freeze, stop!” the rookie yelled, jumpy as can be.
Ignoring him, Victor looked inside the chamber and found what he expected, two dead guards and the control panel in more then a thousand pieces. “We are trapped and they are dead. The controls have been destroyed, we cannot open the outer door unless someone from the outside operates the other panel. It is likely however that it too has been destroyed.” Victor commented.
“Great, now what are we going to do?” the senior asked rhetorically as he tried to think of a way out.
“First you will remove the bodies, then I will figure out how to open the door.” Victor replied as he turned back to them.
“Screw you Freeze, I should toss you back in that cell to rot for letting this happen to them.” the rookie mouthed off again, drawing his baton.
“I pity, I would have preferred not to have to dispose of you.” Victor responded as his goggles glowed a menacing red and gaining the ire of the young man. Quite without warning the guard tried to crack his baton across the dome of Victor’s suit, earning himself a sprained wrist for his trouble. Victor had learned well from his first encounter with the caped crusader and had reengineered the dome out of an even more shatter resistant material then the first one had been. Indeed, the mark four suite had many improvements over the mark three, among them it no longer required the exterior liquid nitrogen tank. Now though was not the time to ponder his suit’s design improvements, taking advantage of the rookies shack at having nearly broken his wrist, Victor ceased him by the injured hand, twisting it painfully until the young man was at his knees.
“I come to you gentlemen with an offer, one of guidance and protection. Your old system of control has collapsed and I am the only man in this place that does not bare you ill will. Do as I say and you will come to no harm, get in my way and I will remove you from it, by force if necessary.” Victor stated in slow, monotone, dispassionate words.
“Fries, what are you doing?” the senior guard asked, shocked by his ideal prisoner’s seemingly sudden change of character. “You’ve been no trouble at all and now this? I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
“I am doing what I must to ensure our escape from this cell block. This young man is a fool not to understand that and if her persists in getting in my way I will remove him for the good of the rest of us.” Victor replied.
“Go to hell!” the rookie screamed.
“Quiet.” Victor retorted in an uncaring monotone and twisted the man’s arm further until there was a sickening snap of bone and a strangled yelp of pain. Rereleased the young man’s arm and let him drop to the floor, sobbing and then turned fully to face the senior guard.
“Listen to the riot upstairs. How long do you think it will be until it reaches down here? I am offering you your only chance of survival and I will make this offer only once.” Victor stated again in slow, carefully chosen words and then extended his gloved hand to the guard. It took a few moments for the senior to think it over in his head, all the while the sounds of chaos were booming closer to the cold lock. Finally he agreed, shaking the ice man’s hand.
“Okay, I’ll help, what do I have to do.” the man asked.
“Good. First you will remove the bodies from the lock, place them in one of the unused cells and remove their parkas, they won’t be needing them any more. Remove the guard insignia from your own as well. Once you are finished I will examine the hatchway.” Victor instructed.
It took a few minutes for the one guard to move the bodies of his two fellows, meanwhile Freeze stood over the remaining guard as he lay on the floor sobbing about his broken arm. Once the job was complete, Victor entered the chamber, crouching down to look at the floor seal specifically. Indeed, the hatchway was designed to keep him in, but not anyone else out. It was a large, circular portal that opened in, preventing any pushing force from within the cell block from being able to force the door open. It took Victor’s brilliant mind only a few moments to figure out what he needed to do to force the door open.
Minutes later, the trio were in the lock together, the senior guard having finally convinced the rookie to lend a hand, his good one that was. Having closed the coolant valves in the lock, the temperature had risen back to normal levels, the lack of insulation being a prime factor and also a contributing reason for the expense to the hospital. With the temperature now above freezing, normal water would remain in it’s liquid state and more importantly would flow. Using the bowl left over from his dinner and one of the sinks in the other cells, Victor poured water into the crack in the seal at the bottom of the hatch until it was completely full and then tossed the bowl aside. The next step was tricky as it entailed making an alteration or rather a subtraction from his suit. Victor’s gloves hands were too clumsy to open the access panels on the suite and even if they weren’t, the one he needed to get to was in the back. He managed to talk the senior guard through the process though, instructing the man on how to open the back of his suit and remove one of the two main coolant storage cells.
Unlike the mark three suit that used a bottle of liquid nitrogen, the mark four was infinitely more advanced, using a combination of electric heat pumps and a compact array of coolant tubes that helped keep Victor’s temperature stable and make the suit’s power supply more efficient. The heart of this system was the pair of coolant storage cells that contained a highly concentrated version of his cryogenic chemical and with that, carried the bulk of the suit’s thermal inertia. With the cells acting as a sort of coolant fly wheel, the heat pump system did not have to work constantly to maintain the cryogenic temperatures inside the suit.
It was one of these two cells that Victor had removed from his suit and once in hand, he twisted the silver cap of the blue glowing cylinder and stepped back into the lock, leaving the senior guard outside. Motioning to the floor and crouching down near the hatch, Victor held the cylinder against the bottom of the door frame and spoke to the rookie. “You, sit here and hold this exactly as you see it. I will return in a moment.”
Reluctant, the crippled guard did as he was instructed, sitting behind the swing of the hatchway and held the glowing cell against the frame. Victor stood at once and proceeded out of the lock, perhaps somewhat faster then he normally would have to avoid suspicion, but he did not want to get caught in what was about to happen. A moment later there was a surprised exclamation from the guard. “Ahh! It’s getting cold!” then a loud pop and an instant later the crashing sound of the hatchway being blown open.
“What the hell was that?” the senior guard yelled and ran past Victor into the lock. The hatch had indeed been blasted open, and in the process the rookie had literally been splattered between it and the concrete wall. “What… What… What have you done?” The remaining guard asked, astonished.
“He no longer served any other useful purpose then to hold the cell against the door frame. His arm was a liability and so a made use of his good one.” Victor responded coldly as he entered the lock and looked down at the doorframe. The guard’s hand and legs were the only parts of him still left intact, but all were frozen in place, the hand still holding the cell to the frame. Victor had used all of the cell’s cooling capacity at once, flash freezing the water he’s poured into the door frame. Since water expands when it is frozen, the flash frozen water, forced the hatchway open with explosive force, killing the guard in the process.
“You… you’re a monster.” the senior guard exclaimed and stumbled backwards, out of the chamber and into the normal cell block.
“No, I am desperate.” Victor responded as he reached down and plucked the frozen hand and it’s cargo from the doorway. “I would do anything to save my wife and since my condition has left me cold and quite without a conscience, I have no issue with taking life to do it. He served his purpose. Do not let your self become a liability.” Victor continued as he wrenched the depleted cell from the crystallized hand and then tossed the limb behind him to shatter on the floor. Horrified, the senior guard turned and fled into the riotous asylum, leaving Freeze standing alone in the icy cold lock to his personal cell block.
Victor had returned to his cell with the usual entourage of six guards, his lonely little corner of the facility being in a specially refrigerated corridor in a lower level under the main cell blocks. The location was necessary due to the man’s special needs and the space taken by the equipment that provided for them. Maintaining an entire corridor and cell block at temperatures well bellow zero was expensive, but the hospital was forced to bare this expense as it would be inhumane to force the man to live his entire life in his cryogenic suit. The very concept was ironic as Fries no longer considered himself human.
Food was an interesting problem he’d solved early on and had informed the kitchen staff about on his first visit to the asylum. While his body still required food like any other, any normal edible food stuff would freeze solid in his cell and if it was kept warm enough to be malleable, it was too hot for the man to consume. Instead the majority of Victor’s food was freeze dried and things that could be dehydrated like water it’s self, were treated with a variant and non-toxic form of the cryogenic chemical Fries used to preserve Nora. The chemical ensured that fluids like water, soup or some other beverages remained in a liquid state even at cryogenic temperatures. The only unfortunate side effect was that any foods that hadn’t already lost most of their flavor from the freezing process, were made to taste strongly artificial by their chemical treatment. Victor didn’t care though, he was beyond caring about the trivialities of tasting food, it was simply one more thing denied him by his condition.
Following his evening meal, Victor moved to his bed and as he’d done every night for as long as he had it in his possession, retrieved the snow globe containing Nora’s likeness and simply sat and stared at the ever twirling figure. He wasn’t sure exactly how much time had passed but quite suddenly the man’s concentration was broken by a crackle of static on the prison PA system preceding an announcement. Victor did not recognize the man’s voice but knew it not to be the warden or any of the normal executives. He could tell one thing from the manner in which the man spoke though, he was a prime candidate to be occupying one of the cells in the upper levels as no sane man would dare make such an announcement and expect to get away with it.
Still the seemingly delusional message over the PA system continued without interruption and with no sound of guards trying to force their way into the warden’s office, from which the PA system was usually operated. This was curious, surely they could hear this as well and were attempt to stop such an inflammatory attempt to start a prison wide ruckus. Looking to the door of his cell, Victor could see two of the four guards on duty run past the frost window and then heard their transit through the cold lock at the end of the corridor. Placing Nora’s likeness on the desk, Victor approached the cell door, drawing the attention of the two remaining guards.
“Sit back down Freeze, nothing to see here.” one of the two grumbled, the rookie of the pair. His partner, a seasoned member of the staff knew such remarks were both unwise and unnecessary in Victor’s case, he wasn’t a troublemaker like the rest of the inmates.
“That is obvious.” Victor replied. “What I am interested in is why there is nothing to see.” he continued, his voice modulated by the speaker, microphone combination of his suite. His helmet was removed but the mechanism function just the same. “Four of you are supposed to be on duty here at all times. If this were just a simple lunatic breaking into the warden’s office while he was out and toying with the public address system not only would he have been interrupted by now, but those two men would still be here.”
“Would you listen to this guy? He’s analyzing us now.” The rookie grumbled, looking decidedly angry and having completely missed the fact that Victor didn’t say anything with the intent of insulting others. Still, the ice man’s analysis of the situation was taken in that regard.
“Relax Charlie, he’s right, something’s up.” the senior guard stated trying to calm his partner. “You’d better put the rest of that thing on in case we have to move you.” he added turning to the cell and gesturing to Victor’s helmet.
“You think that this location is not secure?” Victor asked but did as was suggested, returning to the desk and first put Nora’s globe back into it’s box for safety and then lifted his bell jar style helmet up and over his head. Securing the seal, he returned to the cell door a moment before there was a low rumble from the ceiling. Something was definitely going on on the floor above them. It was only moments later when the cold lock opened again, the distinctive sounds of a riot in progress following the return of the two guards.
“It’s pandemonium up there!” one of them yelled. “We’ve got to hold up in here until this blows over.” he continued in a near panic.
“We can’t, that door’s made to keep Freeze in, not the other prisoners out.” the senior of the group replied. “If anything we need to take him and try to get to one of the guard stations.”
The debate went on for several minutes while Victor watched silently from the other side of his iced cell door. This turn of events presented an opportunity. If this was a simple riot and the claims on the PA system were false, just a nut trying to start trouble, then Victor would simply do as he was told and hopefully his already spotless record would be made even more promising with footnotes provided by the guards that he didn’t not attempt escape during the crisis. This would almost certainly act towards hastening the date of his release. On the other hand, if what was said on the PA system was true and somehow the nuts were now in charge of the nuthouse, acting to protect these men could be equally beneficial. Such a coup couldn’t go unnoticed for long and when it was eventually put right, Victor would have been directly responsible for saving lives. Either way it played out, Victor came out on top and he would be that much closer to what he desired, the freedom to return to Nora and work towards her cure. The lives of these guard meant nothing to him, nor those of the inmates, they were simply a means to an end and that end was Nora. Eventually Victor’s musing was interrupted by the sound of his cell door unlocking, the chilled mechanism decidedly louder then the usual door locks.
“Ok Freeze, we’re going to try and get to a guard station. I don’t want any funny business from you. Got it.” the lead guard stated.
“Of course not.” Victor replied and stepped out of his cell, towering over the four men surrounding him. The five walked hurriedly down the icy corridor to the cold lock, the two officers in front being the same two who’d left earlier. As they ventured into the chamber there was a sudden flash and accompanying explosion that tossed Victor, the senior and the rookie to the floor. The three were unhurt but shaken by the blast, the two officers in the chamber weren’t so lucky.
“Apparently someone who wished me ill will has managed to not only get loose but has sabotaged the lock chamber.” Victor observed as he picked himself up. Turning back towards the chamber while the two remaining guards hauled themselves off the floor, Victor peered into the smoke filled lock.
“Freeze, stop!” the rookie yelled, jumpy as can be.
Ignoring him, Victor looked inside the chamber and found what he expected, two dead guards and the control panel in more then a thousand pieces. “We are trapped and they are dead. The controls have been destroyed, we cannot open the outer door unless someone from the outside operates the other panel. It is likely however that it too has been destroyed.” Victor commented.
“Great, now what are we going to do?” the senior asked rhetorically as he tried to think of a way out.
“First you will remove the bodies, then I will figure out how to open the door.” Victor replied as he turned back to them.
“Screw you Freeze, I should toss you back in that cell to rot for letting this happen to them.” the rookie mouthed off again, drawing his baton.
“I pity, I would have preferred not to have to dispose of you.” Victor responded as his goggles glowed a menacing red and gaining the ire of the young man. Quite without warning the guard tried to crack his baton across the dome of Victor’s suit, earning himself a sprained wrist for his trouble. Victor had learned well from his first encounter with the caped crusader and had reengineered the dome out of an even more shatter resistant material then the first one had been. Indeed, the mark four suite had many improvements over the mark three, among them it no longer required the exterior liquid nitrogen tank. Now though was not the time to ponder his suit’s design improvements, taking advantage of the rookies shack at having nearly broken his wrist, Victor ceased him by the injured hand, twisting it painfully until the young man was at his knees.
“I come to you gentlemen with an offer, one of guidance and protection. Your old system of control has collapsed and I am the only man in this place that does not bare you ill will. Do as I say and you will come to no harm, get in my way and I will remove you from it, by force if necessary.” Victor stated in slow, monotone, dispassionate words.
“Fries, what are you doing?” the senior guard asked, shocked by his ideal prisoner’s seemingly sudden change of character. “You’ve been no trouble at all and now this? I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
“I am doing what I must to ensure our escape from this cell block. This young man is a fool not to understand that and if her persists in getting in my way I will remove him for the good of the rest of us.” Victor replied.
“Go to hell!” the rookie screamed.
“Quiet.” Victor retorted in an uncaring monotone and twisted the man’s arm further until there was a sickening snap of bone and a strangled yelp of pain. Rereleased the young man’s arm and let him drop to the floor, sobbing and then turned fully to face the senior guard.
“Listen to the riot upstairs. How long do you think it will be until it reaches down here? I am offering you your only chance of survival and I will make this offer only once.” Victor stated again in slow, carefully chosen words and then extended his gloved hand to the guard. It took a few moments for the senior to think it over in his head, all the while the sounds of chaos were booming closer to the cold lock. Finally he agreed, shaking the ice man’s hand.
“Okay, I’ll help, what do I have to do.” the man asked.
“Good. First you will remove the bodies from the lock, place them in one of the unused cells and remove their parkas, they won’t be needing them any more. Remove the guard insignia from your own as well. Once you are finished I will examine the hatchway.” Victor instructed.
It took a few minutes for the one guard to move the bodies of his two fellows, meanwhile Freeze stood over the remaining guard as he lay on the floor sobbing about his broken arm. Once the job was complete, Victor entered the chamber, crouching down to look at the floor seal specifically. Indeed, the hatchway was designed to keep him in, but not anyone else out. It was a large, circular portal that opened in, preventing any pushing force from within the cell block from being able to force the door open. It took Victor’s brilliant mind only a few moments to figure out what he needed to do to force the door open.
Minutes later, the trio were in the lock together, the senior guard having finally convinced the rookie to lend a hand, his good one that was. Having closed the coolant valves in the lock, the temperature had risen back to normal levels, the lack of insulation being a prime factor and also a contributing reason for the expense to the hospital. With the temperature now above freezing, normal water would remain in it’s liquid state and more importantly would flow. Using the bowl left over from his dinner and one of the sinks in the other cells, Victor poured water into the crack in the seal at the bottom of the hatch until it was completely full and then tossed the bowl aside. The next step was tricky as it entailed making an alteration or rather a subtraction from his suit. Victor’s gloves hands were too clumsy to open the access panels on the suite and even if they weren’t, the one he needed to get to was in the back. He managed to talk the senior guard through the process though, instructing the man on how to open the back of his suit and remove one of the two main coolant storage cells.
Unlike the mark three suit that used a bottle of liquid nitrogen, the mark four was infinitely more advanced, using a combination of electric heat pumps and a compact array of coolant tubes that helped keep Victor’s temperature stable and make the suit’s power supply more efficient. The heart of this system was the pair of coolant storage cells that contained a highly concentrated version of his cryogenic chemical and with that, carried the bulk of the suit’s thermal inertia. With the cells acting as a sort of coolant fly wheel, the heat pump system did not have to work constantly to maintain the cryogenic temperatures inside the suit.
It was one of these two cells that Victor had removed from his suit and once in hand, he twisted the silver cap of the blue glowing cylinder and stepped back into the lock, leaving the senior guard outside. Motioning to the floor and crouching down near the hatch, Victor held the cylinder against the bottom of the door frame and spoke to the rookie. “You, sit here and hold this exactly as you see it. I will return in a moment.”
Reluctant, the crippled guard did as he was instructed, sitting behind the swing of the hatchway and held the glowing cell against the frame. Victor stood at once and proceeded out of the lock, perhaps somewhat faster then he normally would have to avoid suspicion, but he did not want to get caught in what was about to happen. A moment later there was a surprised exclamation from the guard. “Ahh! It’s getting cold!” then a loud pop and an instant later the crashing sound of the hatchway being blown open.
“What the hell was that?” the senior guard yelled and ran past Victor into the lock. The hatch had indeed been blasted open, and in the process the rookie had literally been splattered between it and the concrete wall. “What… What… What have you done?” The remaining guard asked, astonished.
“He no longer served any other useful purpose then to hold the cell against the door frame. His arm was a liability and so a made use of his good one.” Victor responded coldly as he entered the lock and looked down at the doorframe. The guard’s hand and legs were the only parts of him still left intact, but all were frozen in place, the hand still holding the cell to the frame. Victor had used all of the cell’s cooling capacity at once, flash freezing the water he’s poured into the door frame. Since water expands when it is frozen, the flash frozen water, forced the hatchway open with explosive force, killing the guard in the process.
“You… you’re a monster.” the senior guard exclaimed and stumbled backwards, out of the chamber and into the normal cell block.
“No, I am desperate.” Victor responded as he reached down and plucked the frozen hand and it’s cargo from the doorway. “I would do anything to save my wife and since my condition has left me cold and quite without a conscience, I have no issue with taking life to do it. He served his purpose. Do not let your self become a liability.” Victor continued as he wrenched the depleted cell from the crystallized hand and then tossed the limb behind him to shatter on the floor. Horrified, the senior guard turned and fled into the riotous asylum, leaving Freeze standing alone in the icy cold lock to his personal cell block.
