New York City. 11:03 PM.
"Uh, boss."
"What is it?"
"Hey, that was Carl. He said the boys that were supossed to bring the cargo here left fifteen minutes ago."
"Damn." Said the other man. "They should have been here years ago..."
"My thoughts exactly. But our other shipment is on its way right now."
"Good."
The door to the office abrputly swung open, and a small, geeky looking man ran in. "Guys! You might want to see this!"
The two other men followed the small man to outside. In front of their garage door was a large white van, but it looked badly beaten up. The men heard groaning from inside. The "boss" drew his .45 and opened the door on the driver's side. "Dan!? What the hell happened to you guys!?" He shouted. The two men were badly beaten, their faces bruised and bloody.
"C--can't move--m--my arm..." The driver, Dan, said. The boss looked over and saw Dan's arm, except it was gleaming in the moonlight. The boss reaching over and touched it. It was freezing cold. It felt like..."Ice..." The boss said.
There was a sudden scream from behind them. The boss and the other man spun around to see the geeky looking man no where in sight. "Who's there!?" The boss shouted. The other man ran over a large wodden cargo box, ripped the top off, and pulled out an AK .47. The response to the boss came in the form of the small man flying off the roof of their warhouse, landing in front of them with a loud thud. He didn't scream the whole time. He could've been unconcious or dead. The boss looked at the small mans arms and legs to see they were completely incased in ice. The two men then heard a sudden noise. It sounded like a bed sheet--flapping in the wind, followed by a loud thud fron behind them. "Jezus!!" The boss cried, spinning around.
His eyes took in the image on a shadowed figure crouched on the roof of the van. The only thing that was visible were his arms...which were also seemingly incased in ice. The figure summersalted off the van, and before the boss could pull they trigger on his firearm, it was a useless block of ice. "WHAT THE FUCK!?!" He shouted, only to receive a frigid right hook to his nose. The boss tumbled over to the ground.
"Boss!" The other man shouted, loading his gun. He looked up in front of him to see no one. "What the hell?" He said. He started taking a few steps back. "Show yourself!!" He screamed. His steps back were suddenly stooped, by what felt like a brick wall. He almost wet his pants. He spun around. "Die!" He screamed, raising his gun to hit the figure with it, but with a touch, the gun was now a block of ice. "SHIT!!" The man shouted. He fell down, tyring to crawl away from the man in fron of him. "What--what are you!?" He screamed.
The figure kneeled down and grabbed him by the collar. "...Sub-Zero." A deep voice croaked. "Tell your friends. Tell everyone of them..." The voice said, before sending a chop to the man's neck, rendering him unconcious instantly...
"...That their days are numbered...." Sub-Zero said before vanishing into the shadows.