Chapter two

WHAT IS DEAD MAY NEVER DIE

The cell was a thirteen by thirteen feet size room, bigger than most holding cell's she'd ever been in, but it dwarfed around him.

It was made of reinforced steel and concrete from the looks of it, there were no windows of course, and it had a single fluorescent ceiling light that came one whenever someone stepped in the cell, which kept him mostly in the dark, like some dirty secret.

Frost just stood there, staring in disbelief at the man hanging from reinforced shackles, trying to reconcile what she saw with what she knew to be true.

Meanwhile above their heads, the entire police department was arming itself with riot gear, preparing to storm the bunker.

The rumble above them snapped her out of her shock, she swallowed the lump that was forming in the back of her throat and moved fast towards him.

"No, it can't be…you...you're dead."

He had been killed months ago, at Arkham.

She wasn't the one who killed him, in fact, he was one of the few people (she could only think of two, counting him) for whom she might have stuck her neck out given the chance...but as fate would have it all she could do was watch in horror as his head was blown off by Amanda Waller and be grateful that it hadn't been her's.

She might have even mourned him, but she didn't know how, besides Killer Frost didn't believe in dwelling in the past or crying over spilled milk, so she did her best to put that miserable chapter of her life, that indirectly brought her to her current predicament, where it belonged, in the past, and yet, every now and then she found herself thinking of him, and of the unlikely and brief affinity they shared.

They knew each other for less than two days, so she really didn't know much about him, other than what she learned over that time, how he liked her even after she took him down with a swift kick to the balls, hell, he probably only liked her after she did that and showed him that she too was a force to be reckoned with. How he saved her life after her parachute malfunctioned, how he was scared of heights and how when push came to shove he trusted her with his life. When that wasn't enough, she googled him one night, just to try to fill in the blanks about him.

He was for all intents and purposes, a monster, the kind that people make horror movies and tell urban legends about, a half man, half shark, bloodthirsty killer. Originally from Hawaii, his name, his real name, was Nanaue, which she thought had an almost mellifluous ring to it.

But most of the information she found online were just rumors and conjecture regarding what he was and not much about who he had been. Some people argued he was a metahuman, the more obvious conclusion, others said he was a Wild Man or some kind of savage mutation, and there was even a theory that stated he was the son of a local human woman and some sort of shark god, people will believe the craziest shit.

However, there was plenty of information regarding his crimes. For all the squawking and fist shaking coming from the so called "decent folks" calling out the ghastly crimes perpetrated by the likes of her, they sure did love reveling in the gory details, with tons of sites dedicated to the most notorious criminals, super villains, and their exploits, he wasn't the exception. It was website after website full of graphic pictures and details unraveling the tale of a gruesome prolific killer and cannibal, who apparently started killing when he was barely a teenager, and yet nothing she saw or read managed to rattle, if any the lack of personal information available did very little to quell the feeling of bereavement she had been experiencing since he'd been killed.

And now here he was, right in front of her, chained to a wall, wearing some kind of…" oxygen mask? No, that can't be right…"

She followed the mask's tubing with her eyes and soon realized it's true purpose and the reason why he hadn't broken himself free yet.

The "oxygen" mask was, in fact, a device that pumped some kind of narcotic gas into his airways.

That made sense, she remembered that his skin was thick, even bulletproof, which meant that most I.V. needles would break before even scratching him.

"This thing must have some kind of an off switch..."

She thought to herself as she began fiddling with the device.

It had a tank, where she figured the gas was kept in a liquid form and then through some chemical process it became a gas before it was pumped through the tubes and into Shark's airways.

There was a medical looking console on the other end of the tubes, where the information regarding the dose was input, it was that what she was trying to figure out how to shutdown, sure it would be easier just to rip it clean off, but she really didn't think filling the room with sleeping gas would help their situation, fortunately, she was no stranger to lab equipment, like how it required electricity to function.

"C'mon Louise, you're better than this."

She chided herself for not thinking about that in the first place, while she pulled the plug and removed the backup generator.

As soon as she did, the gas stopped pumping and she was able to rip the mask off, exposing his metal grin.

She couldn't help herself from brushing her fingers across his chin.

"Good one, good shark…"

The memory catching her by surprise, her hand recoiling right as she began to feel a slight burning in the back of her eyes and nose.

"Nope, nope, nope, noooope, stay focused Louise."

"Shark? Can you hear me Shark?"

She called while shaking him, but he remained unresponsive.

"C'mon, Shark, you need to wake up, now! We need to get out of here…" Nothing.

"You know, he's not the real Nanaue. He can't be, you watched him die, his head was blown clean off, right in front of you, remember? No one survives that. This must be a clone or maybe some kind of android or something, but this isn't your friend."

A cautious voice in her head warned her. Ironic, considering that her conflicting thoughts regarding King Shark's apparent return from the dead, were distracting her from the fact that he was awake.

King Shark had read somewhere once that Florida was the U.S. capital of serial killers, he didn't know if that was true, but as soon as he got there a couple a weeks before, he understood why that might be so.

There was something in the air in that place, behind the sunny beaches and orange plantations, death lurked in every corner, and it wasn't just the elderly population, waiting to die while playing bingo and shuffleboard in white shoes, in fact this state had one of the highest rates of disjointed individuals he had ever seen, a mix comprised of elderly shut-ins, beach bums, bus passengers who ran out of money, Swamp People, runaway teens, meth heads, and such.

A whole state full of people who if they fell right off the map, no one would come looking for them or file a police report, but the main reason he had decided to come here was not the easy prey, although that didn't hurt, it was because of it's proximity to the ocean.

There were plenty of beach states, but there was a certain atmosphere in this place that reminded him of home...that's right kids, King Shark the terror of the seven seas, the land shark that scourged the islands of Hawaii for years, had come down to Florida to nurse his health.

After the incident in which he quite literally lost his head, or had it blown off, to be more literal, what remained of his body was sent to Gotham's city morgue with the rest of the victims of what the media later called "The Battle of Arkham" it took a few days for his head to grow back, fortunately for him, there had been many casualties that day at Arkham, and the coroner's office was overflowing with cadavers and short staffed.

He was pronounced dead after one of the coroners took one look at his headless body and then he was left there in a corner to rot, which allowed him to regenerate without being disturbed.

It also gave him his first meal since his untimely demise once his head grew back.

But it wasn't all sunshine and lollypops for Ol' Sharky, who in that state had no recollection of who or what he was, in fact, he had no recollections at all, he was just a blank slate functioning on basic instincts. First, he fed and then he fled, under cover of the night he made his way to the nearest mass of water, which was the Atlantic Ocean.

He could feel the ocean calling out to him and as soon as he dived into the water, he felt right at home, and in return, the ocean welcomed its son with open arms.

For months he lived the life of an ordinary shark, killing and devouring whatever crossed his path, but over time as the sea currents took him again closer and closer to human populations something in him began to stir, slowly memories of a life spent on land began to coalesce in his mind, and the feeling that he wasn't like the other sharks, that there was more to life grew stronger and stronger until eventually, he found his way back to the place of his earliest memories, back to the isles of Hawaii and to the woman who as soon as he saw her, he knew was his mother.

She too welcomed her son, after months of not hearing from him, she had feared the worst but refused to believe it, and every day she would walk down to the beach near her house, looking towards the horizon for signs of her son.

She knew her Nanaue was strong, the son of a god cannot be killed by mere mortals, and so Momilani waited by the shore for her son's return until one cold, misty morning he came back to her.

He was so very lost, but as soon as he saw her, she knew he recognized her.

"Nanaue, my love, my gift from the god! What have they done to my precious Keiki kane?"

She cried out as she ran towards him with open arms.

King Shark fell to his knees and mother and son embraced and cried together.

Over the next two months, in that safe, familiar surrounding most of his memories started coming back to him as he enjoyed the tender, loving care of his mother. He would help her do chores around the house like he did when he was a boy and at night he would curl up at her side on the porch while she talked about their relatives and their family history, his history.

She would tell him about his father and how he came to be, but with the return of all those precious, happy memories also came the pain of the memories of being rejected and feared since he was a boy, memories of him being called a freak and a monster, memories of feeling out of place, too much of a shark for the land people, and too much of a man for the sea, a creature of two worlds, but with no true place in either of them to call his own.

By then he knew who he was and was starting to remember how he lost his head as well, he also remembered why he left home and his mother's side in the first place, his presence put her and the rest of his family in danger.

There still were people who remembered his killing spree back in the nineties, people who thought it was just to punish his mother for his crimes, and so, with a heavy heart he decided to leave the only home he had ever known, again, just to keep his family safe from retaliation.

Momilani walked her son to the beach at dawn, she did not cry, but she did make her son promise her that he would take care of himself and that he would come back to her.

King Shark assured her he would be all right and promised that he would come back for her birthday.

They said goodbye and she watched her son swim away from her life again...then she cried.

Back at the mainland, King Shark still not feeling quite like himself hunted his way down to Florida, where he hoped he could regain his strength back in peace.

He tried to keep a low profile, not an easy feat for a seven foot tall, shark-man, with a taste for human flesh, but he made sure to just hunt hookers, crack-heads, and bums, not his favorite meals for sure, but they were low priority to the police, and he didn't want to attract the kind of attention that might get a leaguer involved.

It was all going well too, until two days ago when he found himself at a local biker bar downing a few beers, minding his own business for once, until some local thugs decided they were man enough to pick a fight with the seven foot meta, words were exchanged, words like "freak" and "aberration" and to make a long story short, bikers don't taste much better than your average bum.

The next thing he knew, half the sheriff's department was there, now usually towny cops were just dessert, but these deputies were armed with military grade weaponry, riot gear and some kind of narcotic gas that packed a wallop, and although he was able to take out several of them, he still went down and was captured, talk about being off his game.

He wasn't out cold, the gas they were pumping into him just kept him sedated and groggy, in kind of a haze, in it, he saw his mother looking up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Don't cry Makuahine, I'm all right…"

He tried to say to her, but she just faded away into the darkness.

He also saw some of his victims, limbless and torn to shreds, taunting him from the grave, but he just chuckled at them...

But now he was visited by a small woman, with unearthly pale skin, short, feathered silver-blue hair, and one of the most beautiful teardrop shaped pair of breasts he ever laid eyes upon on a slender woman, a strange beauty indeed.

He heard the nereid move closer to him, casting away the shadows with her presence but he was too sedated to care, then his first breath of unadulterated air in over a day came and filled his lungs and with every breath that came after, his senses started to awake and his mind began to shake off the narcotic chains that were binding it.

Now he realized that the nymph in front of him was in fact very real and not just a lustful dream. She felt cold like she just came from outside on a crisp autumn morning and didn't close the door behind her and somehow she felt familiar, like a song he heard long ago but couldn't remember the words that went with it.

"C'mon Shark, I need you to wake up, now!"

Frost could hear the sheriff's men trying to break down the bunker door and tried to calculate how much time they had before they did.

She had a low, husky voice and was calling his name, but he wasn't ready to let her know he was awake, not until he figured out who the hell she was and why she was helping him.

"I might not remember everything, but I remember no one helps me."

Then the room got even colder as the woman wrapped her small slender hands around two of the oversized chains that bound him.

"Ha! Don't hurt yourself, lady."

Thought King Shark with a hint of derision, which disappeared as soon as he heard the chains crack and snap like china, and then another one, and another after that.

Just as he thought, this woman was a metahuman, and he was glad that he hadn't made his move yet if he had, he might not have found out about her freezing powers, now at least he had an idea of what this woman could do.

As Killer Frost made good on her name and froze the chains that held King Shark, a loud thud behind her made her whip her head around just as the last chains snapped, the sheriff's men had just broken down the door, and soon would breach her ice wall as well and come for them, but before she could even curse at her apparent foiled escape and bleak outcome, she was overpowered by three hundred pounds of pure muscle coming down on her.

She grunted because of the strain on her muscles and stumbled backward almost losing her balance, but she threw her hands forward and used her whole body to keep him in place.

As King Shark, now untethered fell to his knees, he growled and opened his eyes. He wasn't faking this, after over a day of being chained up like an animal his limbs were stiff and unresponsive and now he found himself being held up by his tiny would be savior who was now at his same height, almost, and for a moment they both stood there breathing together.

"Oh good, you're awake...finally."

He heard her say as she caught her breath, but his attention was on the battering sounds that were coming from beyond his cell, his instincts kicking in, he pulled himself up.

The shark was back.

Frost took a couple of steps back to give him some room to stand and for the first time in eight months, they stood in front of each other.

It would have been a heartwarming reunion if not for the men trying to get in and kill them.

Frost looked up into his eyes and saw...no recognition whatsoever.

"Uh-oh...maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all."

It occurred to her as she began to backtrack, now realizing that instead of walling the cops away from her, she, in fact, had walled herself in with a seven-foot tall man-eater who had no recollection of her and their previous relationship.

"Shark? It's me, Killer Fro-Louise, you do remember me, right? Say you remember me Shark."

She spoke cautiously while still backing away from him slowly, hands raised in a placating gesture.

A deep rumble came from deep within his chest as he began to take steps towards her, shortening the distance between the two of them in a heartbeat and making the hairs on the back of her neck bristle.

Sure he was grateful for being released, and sure he was curious about who this ice lady was and where he knew her from, but he hadn't eaten anything in over a day and she was right there in arms reach, looking so tender and yet strong, supple like a young taut harp seal...

"No bars, no chains...time for meat!"

He declared right before pouncing on her.

Frost was nimble and avoided his attack, jumping backward but oddly she didn't follow through and instead landed on her ass, legs extended towards him.

King Shark didn't waste this opportunity, he grabbed on to one of her calves and pulled her towards him almost lifting her off the ground, but Frost, without missing a beat spun around and with little effort kicked him square in the balls with the heel of her boot.

"OOOOWWW!"

Shark bellowed as he doubled over in pain and genuine shock, right before being smashed in the face with a block of ice Frost had just materialized. As soon as he hit the ground flat on his back the little woman jumped on him and landed on his chest, she then lowered her face to his and said:

"Try it again fish fingers and I'll show you the real meaning of cold-blooded."

Shark was...impressed.

"You're feisty."

He acknowledged, and as soon as the words came out of his mouth something clicked inside his head and a chunk of his misplaced memories fell into place right then and there. Amanda Waller, the Suicide Squad, the bomb in the back of his head, Arkham asylum, Captain Boomerang, Harley Quinn, Deadshot and...KILLER FROST!

As soon as Killer Frost realised that King Shark had no idea who she was, she knew that she was in deep trouble, to say the least, but when he said to her the same exact words he said when they first met, it dawned on her that although he seemed to have forgotten her, at some level he still knew who she was. So after avoiding his initial attack, she decided to take a big risk and recreate their first encounter as accurately as she remembered and see if that jogged his memory, if it didn't, well kicking him in the balls was as good a way to let him know she wasn't going down without a fight.

Now as she straddled him, she hoped he, if it really was he and not some clone would recall how they met eight months ago in another cell, cause this time he wasn't wearing a muzzle.

King Shark was stunned and overwhelmed as lost memories came flooding back to him in no particular order. He shook his head trying to clear his mind, and when he opened his eyes again he saw Louise looking down at him, with a fierce look in her eyes, her muscles tense and arms raised, ready to attack in a split second.

"Louise?! Is it really you?"

Only when she heard him call her name, did she drop her guard and with a sigh of relief Killer Frost pressed her forehead against his chest.

"Hi, Sharky."

Was her relieved muffled greeting.

Shark sat up and Frost slid onto his lap.

"Louise…"

He savored her name as he looked down at her and gently brushed away the strands of hair from her face with his thumb like he needed to touch her to make sure she was really there.

Frost closed her eyes and allowed him to touch her face, then she looked up at him and mimicked the gestured, petting his face and softly saying:

"Good shark, good shark..."

There were so many things he wanted to say to her, but before he could say anything she spoke:

"It's good to see you too, but we need to get out of here, now." Emphasize on the now.

"We're underground and that's the only exit."

She explained turning and pointing towards the almost gone wall of ice "and there's a bunch of heavily armed, pissed off cops on the other side that are gonna barge in on us at any minute. I'm open to suggestions."

Shark listened to her while he stared at the ice wall blocking the entrance and processed the information.

"So, how do you wanna do this? I can cover you, but I should tell you, I don't have all my strength right now."

She looked away when she said this last part, admitting a weakness made her feel uncomfortable, but Shark didn't even notice it, too busy looking up at the ceiling now.

"Can you freeze the ceiling apart?"

Frost's eyes lit up as soon as she heard this, she hadn't even thought about the ceiling and it should be the less reinforced part of the room.

"Yes! Good thinking! "

She said as she gave Shark a friendly little punch on the arm, excitement, and optimism quickly returning to her.

"¿Can you give me a boost? I need to touch the ceiling to freeze it all the way through."

She was still sitting on his lap and Shark nodded.

"Hop on." He asked while tapping his left shoulder.

Frost barely managed to smile as a response before King Shark lifted her onto his broad shoulder.

Frost had to lean over Shark's head because of how close she was to the ceiling, and with both hands placed on it, she had no way of holding herself, Shark knew this too, so he put his left hand on her back to steady her and with his right hand he held her left thigh to keep her in place...

Frost knew he wouldn't let her fall and she could concentrate on the task at hand.

Freezing a structure was one of the first things she learned when she developed her powers, how different materials froze at different temperatures, and how the best way to compromise structural integrity, was from within pushing the cold in instead of freezing it from the outside, a simple enough task that she could perform in her sleep, but now, with her limited strength she could feel the strain on her, but this only made her push herself harder.

She was so concentrated on what she was doing she didn't even hear when the cops finally broke down the wall, she only realized it when suddenly Shark pulled her down and wrapped his arms around her protecting her from the hail of bullets that came their way.

The cops had automatic assault rifles and came in blasting like it was the O.K Corral, over the gunfire noise, she heard Shark shout:

"Stay behind me!"

Then he turned around and started walking slowly towards the incoming cops with his arms held up in front of his face, while bullets bounced off of him.

She kept herself close to him, making sure to keep her legs aligned with his. They were grossly outgunned and outnumbered and Shark was holding back not wanting to leave her exposed.

"We can't go on like this for long…"

Shark turned his head to look at her for a moment.

"You say something?"

But Frost didn't hear him, she was now crouching behind him and stretched her hands between his legs.

"I just need a little more...juice." She whispered while she aimed at the cops ankles.

The first cop went down screaming as soon as he felt the frostbite dig its teeth into his ankle. Shark was able to reach him just as he dropped his rifle, he yanked the still screaming man towards him and tore him like a paper doll, blood, and guts spilling all over the floor while his friends watched in horror. Frost took advantage of their collective lapse's and froze the spilled entrails in a heartbeat, causing the rest of the cops to slip and fall.

That was all the advantage Shark needed, he began ripping the sheriff's men apart with vicious ferocity, at one point he grabbed one of the nearby cops by his legs and started beating his colleagues with him, not even their riot gear could protect them from the shark's brutal assaults.

This made Frost laugh as she felt a sudden surge of bloodlust taking over her.

She had kept herself behind Shark, cautiously away from the bullets paths, but as more and more cops laid on the ground, incapacitated, she was able to engage more and even replenish some much-needed heat as she froze the life away from some of them.

Soon the cops stopped rushing in.

The corridor was a bloody mess, even the walls and ceiling sported a fresh coat of blood. Torn limbs and assorted body parts were sprawled all over the floor.

It was all quiet for now, no doubt the rest of the cops were outside regrouping themselves and counting their losses, but the both of them could still hear the ringing from the gunfire in their ears and smell the stench of burnt gunpowder in the air, there were also some weakening moans and screams coming from the few survivors being swiftly silenced.

As Shark finished devouring an arm, he turned to see how Louise was doing and found her standing over a wounded cop, he was unable to walk and tried to crawl away from her which seemed to amuse her, she then kicked him around a bit while he screamed in fear and pain, and finally as he begged for his worthless life she turned him around, knelt on him, pulled off his helmet, placed her hands around his neck, and squeezed while she looked him right in the eyes and before she choked the life out of him, she froze his head solid.

"Mmmm, now, that hits the spot."

She purred as she stood up with a satisfied smirk on her lips, but before walking away from her victim, she pressed her high heel against the cop´s frozen head until it went through it, shattering it to pieces.

Shark watched in awe, arm still dangling from his jaws like a strain of spaghetti.

"What a woman…"

Frost flipped her hair as she turned away from the corpsicle and smiled at her friend, walking towards him.

"Well, that was a lot of fun. Ready for round two?"

She asked raising her right hand, palm facing him.

Shark blinked and stared at her for a moment, before lifting his own blood cover hand which was promptly slapped by her.

Although they were both reveling in their carnage and seemed confident in their odds, they both knew that this was just a pit stop, and that soon what was left of the sheriff's men would regroup and come on them even harder.

Shark looked at the entrance and then at Louise.

"You think you can make another wall and buy us some more time?

"Uh, yeah, sure."

But before she could walk past him on her way to the entrance, Shark stopped her.

"Hold on."

He then began picking up the dismembered pieces that used to be the sheriff's men, and piling them in front of the entrance, while Frost gave him a confused look.

"If they wanna come for us, let them come through their dead friend's bodies first."

"Oh, I get it. I like the way you think."

she cheerfully said as she began dragging a half eaten torso towards the pile, careful not to slip on the blood and guts.

It took them just a few minutes to place all the bits and pieces in front of the entrance, the big ones, like the torso Killer Frost, was dragging went at the bottom and so on. Shark would arrange them and Frost would freeze them, then Shark would stack more body parts and Frost would freeze those as well.

The result was a macabre ice and flesh wall, but they seemed pleased with the result. Frost liked experimenting with her powers and had never made a wall with human remains before, Shark on the other hand just wanted to lick that amazing looking corpsicle.

Frost turned around and started walking back to the other end of the corridor.

"C'mon, the sooner we're done, the sooner we blow this popsicle stand."

She stood under the frozen spot in the ceiling and Shark, right behind her, took a knee, so she could climb on his shoulder again.

For a moment there, Frost thought he kinda looked like a quarterback kneeling before the big game, even more so with his broad kevlar shoulder pads.

He hoisted her up once more with great ease and she pressed her hands on the cold spot resuming her task once more, but this time around it didn't feel like she might pass out from the effort, so she decided it was okay to use one hand while with the other she held herself by Shark's collar. Meanwhile, he turned his gaze from her to the ice blocked entrance back and forth, this went on for a couple of minutes until Shark broke the silence.

"It's too quiet...I don't like it."

"Maybe they're too scared to come back and are hoping that if they leave us alone we will somehow get the hell out of their hair."

Shark gave her an incredulous look. "You really think that?"

"Sure, and once I'm done here and you break the ceiling open, candies are gonna fall on our heads…"

She answered giving him a tired smile.

"Don't worry, I'll be done soon"

"How soon?"

Shark wasn't rushing Louise out of impatience, he really did have a bad feeling about how easy everything seemed to be going.

"Kill a bunch of cops and bust out like it's a pet store...makes no sense. These cops have a metahuman cell down here and military grade weaponry, and now they just decided to leave us alone? I'm not buying it."

Frost squirmed trying to find a more comfortable position between the shark and the ceiling without falling and sighed, annoyed at her friend's impatience.

"I'm not a freaking snow cone machine.

It'll take as long as it takes.

What do you think I'm doing up here, magic? No, my friend, this is science... I didn't remember you being so pushy…"

"About...five more minutes, give or take a minute or two."

"Look, I think it's frozen enough, I think I can smash it apart as it is."

"Oh, you think that, do you? So now you're an expert at cryogenics, are you?...Okay, don't snap at Shark, you're happy to see him, remember? and he means well, plus he can eat you like a cupcake."

Frost began running her fingers, absentmindedly through Shark´s mohawk, more out of frustration than affection.

He could tell Louise was annoyed at him, clearly, she wasn't used to having her decisions questioned, although she tried to hide it well.

He should have pressed her about it, but now he could only think of how good her stroking his head felt.

"I'm sure you could, but if you smash the ceiling now, it would fall apart in big chunks, frozen chunks, which would, in fact, be denser and heavier than regular concrete, which is already pretty heavy as it is. Just think of the Titanic, and how an iceberg was able to cut through steel like it was tin foil. Also different materials freeze at different rates, and this ceiling has more than one layer, it has electric wiring, insulating materials, maybe even some pipes running through it, that means I need to freeze all of it in a way that it won't get stronger, but in fact lighter and fragile, like glass. That way, once you smash it and it falls on us, it won't crush us to death, but because of the humidity of the Florida climate, it takes longer to get the desired glass effect."

Frost was proud of how she handled herself, not letting her temper get the best of her, but instead had been able to explain in a civil and comprehensive way to her friend why her way of doing things was the right way.

She looked down at him with a warm slightly condescending smile on her face, only to find that Shark had a far off, glazed over look in his eyes. Apparently, she hadn't stopped running her fingers through his hair while she spoke and he looked like he was in his own private dimension of pleasure at that moment.

"Shark! Did you even hear a word of what I just said?"

Shark was jerked out of his happy place by Frost calling out his name, in a clearly exasperated tone. He looked up at her and saw her looking down at him, eyes squinting while she frowned, turning her eyebrows into an almost perfect horizontal line, and her lower lip protruding in a sulky pout, but he had no idea why.

"Uh? Oh, are you done?"

Frost's jaw dropped in mild outrage and was about to make a scathing remark regarding Shark's poor listening skills, but before she could, she was knocked down by a blast that made the whole corridor tremble, right before becoming engulfed in smoke and flames.

Frost flew off of Shark's shoulder across the corridor and landed hard on her back.

She fed of heat sources, but she still needed to breathe and now she could feel the oxygen being burnt out of the room, but before the flames could reach her, Shark landed on her, making sure he shielded her without crushing her, then another blast hit.

She must have passed out for a few minutes because the next thing she knew was they were both back in Shark's old cell, Frost couldn't understand what was going on at first, she was coughing her lungs out, felt dizzy and this time, she really couldn't hear a damn thing.

Shark was standing by the door, he pulled the lever that was used to open it, but he bent it all the way until it went across the frame, making it impossible for a regular human to pull it open from the other side.

Frost could smell burnt hair and realized it came from her own scorched hair and the faux fur that lined her sleeves and boots. There was also another burnt smell she couldn't quite identify, not until Shark bent the lever making him turn a bit towards her, and she saw his back and arms, covered in burns, and for a second she thought she was gonna be sick at the sight of her friend's injuries.

"You need to keep it together Louise, you can't unravel now like some scared damsel."

She tried calling out to him, but only managed to cough even harder, so she pulled herself up to her feet gracelessly and stumbled over to where he was.

Shark pressed his forehead against the metal door, panting.

"We're fucked..." He muttered.

He was startled out of his train of thought by Louise gently placing a hand on his waist, he looked at her, she was covered in soot and had a pained look on her face, then it hit him, she could be hurt after all. Shark looked her over carefully to see if there were any visible wounds and tried not to think of the very real possibility of internal wounds due to the blast.

"Are you hurt?" He finnaly asked her.

Frost could see his mouth moving but couldn't hear him and it's not like she could try to read his lips.

"Louise, are you alright? Are you hurt?!"

Frost shook her head while she pointed at her ears with both index fingers and mouthed the words "I can't hear you."

"Oh, right…"

But at least she seemed to understand what he was saying out of context because she pointed to her eye and then made the "o.k" gesture with her fingers, but she didn't seem ok, she was tugging at him, trying to, turn him around?

He couldn't understand what she wanted from him, so he followed her motions, and turned.

Louise placed a hand on her mouth and closed her eyes for a moment, feeling a bit queasy again.

"Oh, no, no, I'm alright…" Shark started to say until he remembered that it was futile. "How can explain to you that I'm gonna be fine in a couple hours? Please don't look at me like that. Wait, I know."

Shark mimicked her previous gestures reassuring her he was ok, but Louise shook her head and started pulling him closer to her and turning him again, she then placed her hands right above his wounds on the back of his arms and soon Shark felt a cold relief, similar to cold compresses.

Louise did this for a while on his arms and back and although it did make him feel much better, the cold as much as the fact that she cared enough to do it, he had to stop her.

He was just beginning to understand how her powers worked but apparently, she had a limit to how much of them she could use before she was tapped out, and they were gonna need them for what he was thinking about doing.

She didn't want to stop, but Shark pulled her away and wearily sat down back to the door, not leaving enough space for her to reach his wounds, but carefully avoiding resting his back on its surface, finally he spread his arms inviting her to come closer, not sure if she would, but Louise kneeled and scooted onto his lap, then she pulled her legs towards her and curled up between his legs.

She tried not to think about how much pain her friend must be in and how profoundly fucked they were, so instead, she closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest.

They sat like that for a while, the initial adrenaline rush having left them, and now feeling overwhelmed and exhausted by everything that had taken place.

Frost wondered if it would be so terrible if she just gave into her desire to sleep, "It's not like it would make a damn difference at this point."

The reality was, they were trapped in a cell underground and on the other side of the door was nothing but fire and beyond that, men with what she assumed were rocket launchers aimed at their cell, which was reinforced, but eventually would fall under the heavy fire and then they would both be toast.

What a miserable way to die, trapped in a rat hole in some shitty little town in Florida, but at least she wasn't alone…

"I'm sorry about all of this Shark…" She started to say and Shark pulled her closer to the side of his head as he leaned closer as well, he still couldn't hear very well because of the blasts.

"I said, I'm sorry, I should have left you in your cell, you were better off."

"Don't say that anything's better than being caged and drugged, besides we are in my cell."

Shark said trying to cheer her up, to no avail.

"I beg to differ, now we are trapped, you're hurt and soon we'll both be dead. I should have listened to you and tried to break through the ceiling when you asked me to...The only thing that I don't regret about all of this mess is seeing you one last time."

Hearing her talk in such a despondent way made his heart ache.

"Look at me, Louise. I promise you this is not the last time we see each other, we are gonna get out of here, alive and...maybe not unharmed, but we are gonna make it."

This was quite the pep-talk coming from the usually laconic Shark, and she really did want to believe him, but she didn't see a way out.

"How?"

was all that she asked.

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I've never been to Florida and have nothing against it, I just like the idea of a nice, sunny place having a dark side underneath its surface.

There's a small line from 30 Rock in this chapter, cause I really like 30 Rock and I doubt I will ever write a story featured in Florida again ;) whoever can tell wich one it is, gets an imaginary trophy and my respect.

There's also a reference to GOT in the title, I hope no one found it confusing.

I had to give King Shark a back story and from his DC profile, I learned that he is originally from Hawaii and in fact, is the son of a human woman and a shark god. The name Momilani was my personal addition and it means "heavenly pearl".

I like the idea of Shark being a bit of a momma´s boy.

keiki kane is Hawaiian for son and Makuahine means mother.