I own it not.

Johnny woke up shivering. He pulled his legs closer to his body, a move which was preformed almost subconsciously. There was no way around the facts, though.

He was screwed.

Point one-He was in a very small veerry cold dungeon. Or attic. Or basement. None were very good. Point two- The room had no windows and no doors, only a small television screen on a wall and a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Point three-he did NOT want to see Suzie's face when she realized that her wedding was going to be cancelled.

Oh yeah, one more, he was locked inside a cell by a megalomaniac who wanted to kill him.

Yup, that about summed it up.

Johnny sat upright and immediately regretted it when he was met by an ear-splitting, eye-popping, nose-cracking headache. He put a hand to the back of his head and felt something hard and somewhat sticky next to a good-sized lump. His hand came back red.

Great.

Johnny stood up, feeling more then a little dizzy but wanting to be ready for anything. He wrapped his arms around his torso, still shivering.

Here's irony for you; a guy whose super-power is flame (flame being hot) is colder then an Eskimo and could do nothing about it, cause if he did, he'd have no oxygen. His fire would burn it up before you could say uh-oh.

Oxygen is a good thing to have, by the way.

Johnny whipped around when he heard the familiar crackle of a screen coming to life. He hoped beyond hope that it would be Suzie and Reed. He was disappointed.

"Doom." He spat, the word itself creating a foul taste in his mouth.

"Very good." Chided Doom. "I see you haven't lost your vision. Though that could be arranged."

Johnny gulped. He knew Victor wasn't lying. "What do you w-want, Doom?" he asked, stuttering as a result of the temperature.

"What do I always want? I want to win, boy. I want to ruin your sister's life. First by using you, but also by making her cancel her wedding." Johnny looked away from the screen, but that couldn't block the sound of Doom's laugh. He wanted to break that TV into tiny, tiny pieces.

"I see that you're already getting a little cold." Johnny looked back at the screen. "Get used to it."

Doom's masked face disappeared and was replaced by numbers. 3 hrs. 47 mins. A countdown.

Johnny didn't even want to think about what would happen if those numbers reached zero.

Johnny's screwed. I won't let the others rescue him...okay, so i will...maybe. Whatever. review?