I don't own Fantastic Four. I don't own an airplane either, in case you were wondering.
Reed hated doing nothing. It wasn't in his nature to stand around, watching his friend die. But that's what he was doing now.
He couldn't begin to imagine the pain Johnny must be in. To be so cold, when you were usually so hot must be unfathomable. And the worst part was, since their DNA had been genetically altered, Johnny could stand it. He would just die slower.
Crap.
And now it was Reed's job to make sure Johnny stayed awake for the next two hours. He had to prevent the younger man from doing what his body wanted and needed. To die. So Reed talked.
And Johnny listened.
He talked about anything he could thing of. How the Yankees had beat the Red Sox in the latest game. How his work at the lab was incredibly slow. How the latest episode of CSI was really cool. How the weather was.
But not once about the situation. He never mentioned Doom, or the refrigerator that was now Johnny's prison. Or about the way he knew Johnny was going to die.
Because Reed knew how Doom worked. He knew that Doom's method of revenge was going to be something slow, and painful, and graphic.
Which left two options (at least to Reed) Physical Force. Or Carbon Monoxide.
Reed sided with the second one.
"Johnny!" He cried, looking at the screen. Johnny had started screaming again, writhing on the floor from the invisible pain. "Johnny, what is it?" he cried, wanting to look away from the torture but unable to tear his eyes away from the screen.
"Don't you know, Reed?" Doom's smooth voice came over the screen. "Electro shock therapy is very "in" now."
Reed seethed in anger. "Johnny did nothing to deserve this!" he roared stung by the injustice of the actions.
"No." Doom agreed. "But since your friends have gotten past the first of my tests, I needed something to take my anger out on."
Johnny, breathing hard after the latest round of pain, couldn't help himself. "How 'bout some anger management courses, Doom?" he muttered between gasps.
Doom chuckled. "Such spunk. We'll see if that still stays after the next round."
Reed paled, seeing Johnny looking at him, mouthing the words Next round?
Short, I know, but I needed to explain Reed's abscene. So go ahead. Review.