I let out a small groan of pain. My head hurt like a bitch. I started to
open my eyes slowly, but the light in the room made my head hurt even
worse. I quickly squeezed them shut.
"Oi! Ice! She's awake!" The voice made my head pound. I recoiled and moaned in pain again. Wait, where am I?
"Shut up sourd-muet! You b' hurting de little girl!" I started to recall what had happened before. The fight with Beastboy, the gang, the gang leader that I wanted to kill. I didn't dare open my eyes, to afraid of what I might see. I felt cool air on my eyelids. I finally opened my eyes weakly to see the gang leader blowing air out of his mouth onto my eyelids.
"Why are you doing that?" I mumbled.
"T' wake de beauté de sommeil." He replied smirking. I finally focused on the room I was in. The curtains hung loosely around grimy windows, and the floor was covered in dust. There was only one small table in the empty room, and three chairs. I looked out the window and saw I was still in South Gothem. The next part wasn't such good news. I was sitting handcuffed to a 4th chair. I instinctive tried to free my hands, but the handcuffs held me immobile. The rest of the gang jumped up and surrounded me. They all stared as if I was some kind of animal in a zoo.
"Dude," one whispered to the leader, "What if she like, sets the room on fire?"
"She won'" the leader replied confidently.
"Wanna bet?" I hissed dangerously, my head was starting to clear and I just remembered! I am one angry girl. That made a couple of the gang members look nervous. But the gang leader looked quite unconcerned.
"Go ahead," he replied shrugging, "But den we see how much you like burning' t deat, in your wooden chair." I looked down; it was indeed a wooden chair. Not something you want to be strapped to in a fire. I put on a thoughtful look as I ran through the possibilities. Fire wouldn't work, unlike the other elements, fire cannot be controlled. I can set things afire, but it can spread out of my control. I guess it's the same way with anger. You really can't control anger.
Fires out. If I used water or earth, there still would be the complication of me tied to the chair, I could knock them out, but I'd still be trapped. So that also eliminates air. I felt a panicky sensation rise in my stomach, but I glared out at them, not showing my doubt.
"Oh, Messieurs! Were are our manners?" The leader exclaimed suddenly, "I b' known as de Ice," he said as he got down on one knee in a mock bow, "I am de, how t' say? Alpha male of dis' little group." I rolled my eyes to show I wasn't impressed.
"Oh," he said standing up, "And dey b' de rest of dem, but dey not important." He said waving his hand in the general direction of his gang mates. "And we b' de Pack,"
"Of idiots?" I added helpfully. He smirked,
"You b' in non position t' a smart ass little girl."
"I assume the "Pack" was the name of you and your little playmates group." I said sneering.
"Oui, like de pack of wolves."
"Congratulations, that's the stupidest thing I ever heard." I wasn't sure of a plan of escape, so I tried to egg on the stupid conversation, to buy me some more time to think of a plan.
"I told you little girl, you b' in non position to b' de smart ass." He repeated, looking a little annoyed.
Why dose he keep calling me "little girl"? He can't be more than two years older than me. I glared at him in defiance. He must have found it amusing, because his lip curled into a smirk. Then he ushered his friends out of the room. When we were alone, he leaned over very close to me.
"Do you want t' know why dey call me Ice?" he asked softly, thinking he was being suave or something.
"Not especially," I whispered back sarcastically.
He reached out his hand and made a fist, and when he reopened it, a small ball of ice fell from his hands and hit the ground and shattered. Then I realized how I had gotten knocked out. He had created ice to collide with my head. I had to get back at him. I arched one eyebrow at him,
"Is that it? PLEASE don't tell me that's it. Oh god, this is so embarrassing." I pretended to look out the windows in fear that someone would see me here with someone with such pathetic powers. "I've been up against 100 story spiders, and you expect me to be impressed by your little ice sculptures?" I could tell I touched a nerve.
"Trust me, Ice can do more dan just "ice scuptures." He said hotly.
"What? Ice what? Sorry, I couldn't make out that last word." I said, making fun of his accent. "You know, a lot of de young filles kill t b wid de Ice," he murmured more to himself than to me, "Dey tink my accent is sexy."
"What? Cheap powers AND cheap hoes?" His face flushed in anger at my insult of his powers
"Watch, little girl."
"Amaze me." He squatted down in fount of me. He reached out his arm to touch the wall behind me. I at first nothing, then I saw that a thin layer ice was protruding from behind my head, coating the walls, ceilings, and floors in a slippery smooth ice glass. The temperature in the room plummeted. He brushed my cheek slightly as he took his had back. I looked at him and grinned,
"You must be a riot at parties."
"Merde" he swore in frustration.
"Josh!" he yelled quite suddenly. The door opened and one of the gang members waked in. I snorted as he immediately slipped and fell on the ice. Ice rolled his eyes as his gang mate struggled to his feet. Then he turned to me,
"Ice is not going t' deal wit you righ' now, Ice has bigger deals t' deal wit, maybe Ice will baby-sit later. Josh!" Ice commanded his crony, "Watch her, if she b' escaping, you b' one sorry garcon, Ice has a deal t' b' making wit' Slade."
And for some reason I started giggling, I think it was because I started to realize how much trouble I was in. I've never met Slade, but the others told me all about him. Ice is probable going to trade with Slade, me for something, probable money.
"Ok, Ice," Josh, said to his leader. Ice smirked at me one last time before exiting the room. I craned my neck trying to hear the phone conversation in the other room. But I could only hear Ice's voice in clips and phrases.
"What?---I refuse---Thurty million.--- oui---none---What will happen to de girl?--- ok, merci monsieur. Au revoir." I head him hand up the phone. I watched Ice walk into the room.
"Did you know?" he asked Josh excitedly, "Dat monsieur Slade b' paying us thurty million American dollars for dis little fille?" His friend mouthed the world WOW! "Ice made sure dat de fille wouldn't be harmed togh," he said winking at me.
"You are such a gentlemen," I said dryly. He laughed, but not a mean laugh. He tilted his head, thoughtfully, looking at me.
"You know what? I tink I might actually miss little girl." He extended his finger to brush my jaw line. He then turned away and started making money arrangements with this gang member. I HAVE to get out! I started thrashing in my chair. But it was not use. I started to shiver. It's so cold in here! I thought, my handcuffs are making my hands numb. Wait that's it! I shot a look in the French mans direction. If I could just some how get him to freeze the metal in the cuff, it will shatter! I laughed loudly. Ice turned to me frowning,
"What b' so funny?"
"Oh, please!" I said rolling my eyes, "Do you HONESTLY think that Slades going to pay you?" Ice was at my side in an instant,
"What do you mean petite fille?" he hissed in my ear. I looked at him smirking.
"Slade will take me and not pay you." I said simply.
"Non he wont, he b' paying Ice d' money!" he said glaring at me for even suggesting such a thing. I rolled my eyes,
"You really are stupid, aren't you? Like you could even stop Slade, your powers are worth jack-shit." I watched him grow steadily angrier. He balled his hands into fists, and I heard the crinkling sound of ice forming in them. I pushed it harder,
"What are you going to do? Make a mean ice sculpture of him?" That crossed the line.
"Watch," he hissed. He slammed his hand against the wall, and this time ice flooded from his hand. Not a thin layer, but a layer that was three feet thick. Stalactites formed on the ceiling, and it was more of a cave than a room.
And... YES! The ice had barley touched and frozen one link in the handcuffs chain. But one broken link was all I needed. I jerked my fists apart. Ice turned around his head to boast, but all he got was a kick in the face that sent him flying across the room. His elbow hit the window and shattered it. I shot out of the open window and welcomed the warm breeze on my cold skin. I twirled in the air, happy to be free.
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I slowly opened the door to the tower just as dusk set in. I didn't want to face the others; I don't know how they feel towards me. I crept around the giant T.V. And just as I was going to slunk up to my room-
"Naomi." I heard Robins voice from behind me. I slowly turned to face him. "Where have you been?" he asked softly. I saw the others standing behind him, all wearing the same grim expression. Starfire pushed past Robin and looked me strait in the eye.
"I came home friend, and you were not here." Never before in my entire life had I felt so bad.
"Star I'm REALLY sorry! ... Star?" She just continued to gaze at me; her eyes didn't glow as bright as they usually do.
"Star, I'm... really sorry." I whispered
"We spent all of the night hours searching for you," Star said, like she couldn't believe I had just left like that. I looked around to everyone else. Raven had her arms crossed, looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite place. Cyborg was leaning against the wall tiredly. Beastboy looked worst of all. His usually spiked hair was lying flat and sloppily against his head. His face usually forest green face was unusually pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. They all did. They really had been out all night looking for me.
"You guys," I looked around at them "listen, I just needed to figure some stuff out, I just..." I scrunched up my face, the throbbing pain had returned. I rubbed the area on my head where Ice had hit my head with ice.
"Your hurt," Beastboy said immediately at my side.
"No, no I'm fine," I replied.
"What happened to you?" asked Cyborg, "Why were you gone for so long?" "I'm not really sure..." I replied. I knew that I had been gone for at least a night, because I had stayed at a hotel, but when I don't know how long I had been knocked out for. Stupid Ice.
"Oh, you guys! I have to tell you something!" I quickly told them about Ice, leaving out the part about discovering my descendants, and about how much Ice had hit on me. That was personal. They all listened intently.
"But what were you doing on the south side?" asked Cyborg suspiciously.
"I don't know," I lied, "I just kinda flew and landed and started walking around, I had know idea where I was," I lied. The others seemed to buy it, except for Raven, who eyes me suspiciously. I bid the others goodnight, my head was seriously throbbing. I just wanted to curl up in bed and forget about today. As I exited the room, I could still hear the others talking about me.
I sighed. Never again would I hurt them like that. Never.
StArRy- ok really emotional few chapters, but now that there out of the way, we can get to the fun stuff! I just felt I needed to lay down that emotional foundation before I could continue writing. And we haven't seen the last of Ice.
Oh! I just wanted to say, Faded days, I read your review, and I couldn't not stop laughing, I have no idea why, but I though it was really funny.
"Oi! Ice! She's awake!" The voice made my head pound. I recoiled and moaned in pain again. Wait, where am I?
"Shut up sourd-muet! You b' hurting de little girl!" I started to recall what had happened before. The fight with Beastboy, the gang, the gang leader that I wanted to kill. I didn't dare open my eyes, to afraid of what I might see. I felt cool air on my eyelids. I finally opened my eyes weakly to see the gang leader blowing air out of his mouth onto my eyelids.
"Why are you doing that?" I mumbled.
"T' wake de beauté de sommeil." He replied smirking. I finally focused on the room I was in. The curtains hung loosely around grimy windows, and the floor was covered in dust. There was only one small table in the empty room, and three chairs. I looked out the window and saw I was still in South Gothem. The next part wasn't such good news. I was sitting handcuffed to a 4th chair. I instinctive tried to free my hands, but the handcuffs held me immobile. The rest of the gang jumped up and surrounded me. They all stared as if I was some kind of animal in a zoo.
"Dude," one whispered to the leader, "What if she like, sets the room on fire?"
"She won'" the leader replied confidently.
"Wanna bet?" I hissed dangerously, my head was starting to clear and I just remembered! I am one angry girl. That made a couple of the gang members look nervous. But the gang leader looked quite unconcerned.
"Go ahead," he replied shrugging, "But den we see how much you like burning' t deat, in your wooden chair." I looked down; it was indeed a wooden chair. Not something you want to be strapped to in a fire. I put on a thoughtful look as I ran through the possibilities. Fire wouldn't work, unlike the other elements, fire cannot be controlled. I can set things afire, but it can spread out of my control. I guess it's the same way with anger. You really can't control anger.
Fires out. If I used water or earth, there still would be the complication of me tied to the chair, I could knock them out, but I'd still be trapped. So that also eliminates air. I felt a panicky sensation rise in my stomach, but I glared out at them, not showing my doubt.
"Oh, Messieurs! Were are our manners?" The leader exclaimed suddenly, "I b' known as de Ice," he said as he got down on one knee in a mock bow, "I am de, how t' say? Alpha male of dis' little group." I rolled my eyes to show I wasn't impressed.
"Oh," he said standing up, "And dey b' de rest of dem, but dey not important." He said waving his hand in the general direction of his gang mates. "And we b' de Pack,"
"Of idiots?" I added helpfully. He smirked,
"You b' in non position t' a smart ass little girl."
"I assume the "Pack" was the name of you and your little playmates group." I said sneering.
"Oui, like de pack of wolves."
"Congratulations, that's the stupidest thing I ever heard." I wasn't sure of a plan of escape, so I tried to egg on the stupid conversation, to buy me some more time to think of a plan.
"I told you little girl, you b' in non position to b' de smart ass." He repeated, looking a little annoyed.
Why dose he keep calling me "little girl"? He can't be more than two years older than me. I glared at him in defiance. He must have found it amusing, because his lip curled into a smirk. Then he ushered his friends out of the room. When we were alone, he leaned over very close to me.
"Do you want t' know why dey call me Ice?" he asked softly, thinking he was being suave or something.
"Not especially," I whispered back sarcastically.
He reached out his hand and made a fist, and when he reopened it, a small ball of ice fell from his hands and hit the ground and shattered. Then I realized how I had gotten knocked out. He had created ice to collide with my head. I had to get back at him. I arched one eyebrow at him,
"Is that it? PLEASE don't tell me that's it. Oh god, this is so embarrassing." I pretended to look out the windows in fear that someone would see me here with someone with such pathetic powers. "I've been up against 100 story spiders, and you expect me to be impressed by your little ice sculptures?" I could tell I touched a nerve.
"Trust me, Ice can do more dan just "ice scuptures." He said hotly.
"What? Ice what? Sorry, I couldn't make out that last word." I said, making fun of his accent. "You know, a lot of de young filles kill t b wid de Ice," he murmured more to himself than to me, "Dey tink my accent is sexy."
"What? Cheap powers AND cheap hoes?" His face flushed in anger at my insult of his powers
"Watch, little girl."
"Amaze me." He squatted down in fount of me. He reached out his arm to touch the wall behind me. I at first nothing, then I saw that a thin layer ice was protruding from behind my head, coating the walls, ceilings, and floors in a slippery smooth ice glass. The temperature in the room plummeted. He brushed my cheek slightly as he took his had back. I looked at him and grinned,
"You must be a riot at parties."
"Merde" he swore in frustration.
"Josh!" he yelled quite suddenly. The door opened and one of the gang members waked in. I snorted as he immediately slipped and fell on the ice. Ice rolled his eyes as his gang mate struggled to his feet. Then he turned to me,
"Ice is not going t' deal wit you righ' now, Ice has bigger deals t' deal wit, maybe Ice will baby-sit later. Josh!" Ice commanded his crony, "Watch her, if she b' escaping, you b' one sorry garcon, Ice has a deal t' b' making wit' Slade."
And for some reason I started giggling, I think it was because I started to realize how much trouble I was in. I've never met Slade, but the others told me all about him. Ice is probable going to trade with Slade, me for something, probable money.
"Ok, Ice," Josh, said to his leader. Ice smirked at me one last time before exiting the room. I craned my neck trying to hear the phone conversation in the other room. But I could only hear Ice's voice in clips and phrases.
"What?---I refuse---Thurty million.--- oui---none---What will happen to de girl?--- ok, merci monsieur. Au revoir." I head him hand up the phone. I watched Ice walk into the room.
"Did you know?" he asked Josh excitedly, "Dat monsieur Slade b' paying us thurty million American dollars for dis little fille?" His friend mouthed the world WOW! "Ice made sure dat de fille wouldn't be harmed togh," he said winking at me.
"You are such a gentlemen," I said dryly. He laughed, but not a mean laugh. He tilted his head, thoughtfully, looking at me.
"You know what? I tink I might actually miss little girl." He extended his finger to brush my jaw line. He then turned away and started making money arrangements with this gang member. I HAVE to get out! I started thrashing in my chair. But it was not use. I started to shiver. It's so cold in here! I thought, my handcuffs are making my hands numb. Wait that's it! I shot a look in the French mans direction. If I could just some how get him to freeze the metal in the cuff, it will shatter! I laughed loudly. Ice turned to me frowning,
"What b' so funny?"
"Oh, please!" I said rolling my eyes, "Do you HONESTLY think that Slades going to pay you?" Ice was at my side in an instant,
"What do you mean petite fille?" he hissed in my ear. I looked at him smirking.
"Slade will take me and not pay you." I said simply.
"Non he wont, he b' paying Ice d' money!" he said glaring at me for even suggesting such a thing. I rolled my eyes,
"You really are stupid, aren't you? Like you could even stop Slade, your powers are worth jack-shit." I watched him grow steadily angrier. He balled his hands into fists, and I heard the crinkling sound of ice forming in them. I pushed it harder,
"What are you going to do? Make a mean ice sculpture of him?" That crossed the line.
"Watch," he hissed. He slammed his hand against the wall, and this time ice flooded from his hand. Not a thin layer, but a layer that was three feet thick. Stalactites formed on the ceiling, and it was more of a cave than a room.
And... YES! The ice had barley touched and frozen one link in the handcuffs chain. But one broken link was all I needed. I jerked my fists apart. Ice turned around his head to boast, but all he got was a kick in the face that sent him flying across the room. His elbow hit the window and shattered it. I shot out of the open window and welcomed the warm breeze on my cold skin. I twirled in the air, happy to be free.
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I slowly opened the door to the tower just as dusk set in. I didn't want to face the others; I don't know how they feel towards me. I crept around the giant T.V. And just as I was going to slunk up to my room-
"Naomi." I heard Robins voice from behind me. I slowly turned to face him. "Where have you been?" he asked softly. I saw the others standing behind him, all wearing the same grim expression. Starfire pushed past Robin and looked me strait in the eye.
"I came home friend, and you were not here." Never before in my entire life had I felt so bad.
"Star I'm REALLY sorry! ... Star?" She just continued to gaze at me; her eyes didn't glow as bright as they usually do.
"Star, I'm... really sorry." I whispered
"We spent all of the night hours searching for you," Star said, like she couldn't believe I had just left like that. I looked around to everyone else. Raven had her arms crossed, looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite place. Cyborg was leaning against the wall tiredly. Beastboy looked worst of all. His usually spiked hair was lying flat and sloppily against his head. His face usually forest green face was unusually pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. They all did. They really had been out all night looking for me.
"You guys," I looked around at them "listen, I just needed to figure some stuff out, I just..." I scrunched up my face, the throbbing pain had returned. I rubbed the area on my head where Ice had hit my head with ice.
"Your hurt," Beastboy said immediately at my side.
"No, no I'm fine," I replied.
"What happened to you?" asked Cyborg, "Why were you gone for so long?" "I'm not really sure..." I replied. I knew that I had been gone for at least a night, because I had stayed at a hotel, but when I don't know how long I had been knocked out for. Stupid Ice.
"Oh, you guys! I have to tell you something!" I quickly told them about Ice, leaving out the part about discovering my descendants, and about how much Ice had hit on me. That was personal. They all listened intently.
"But what were you doing on the south side?" asked Cyborg suspiciously.
"I don't know," I lied, "I just kinda flew and landed and started walking around, I had know idea where I was," I lied. The others seemed to buy it, except for Raven, who eyes me suspiciously. I bid the others goodnight, my head was seriously throbbing. I just wanted to curl up in bed and forget about today. As I exited the room, I could still hear the others talking about me.
I sighed. Never again would I hurt them like that. Never.
StArRy- ok really emotional few chapters, but now that there out of the way, we can get to the fun stuff! I just felt I needed to lay down that emotional foundation before I could continue writing. And we haven't seen the last of Ice.
Oh! I just wanted to say, Faded days, I read your review, and I couldn't not stop laughing, I have no idea why, but I though it was really funny.