AN: Hello my lovely readers. It is Friday once again. So, I've been getting a few reviews saying how I need to make Ink... suffer. Well, rest assured Ink will suffer in on coming chapters. Did you like my Deadpool POV chapter last time? I know I need to make him more Deadpool but I am trying here. I hope you like this chapter and the rest of this story, well... If you've come this far, you must do right?

Chapter twenty

I don't think I've ever been more comfortable. Everywhere was warm; which was weird because if I wasn't wearing socks then my feet were always cold and had the tiniest hint of Jotun blue when I woke up. Neither of my nostrils were blocked; which was a change as day after day I had woken up in a dusty cabin where everything that was moved sent a plume of dust up to clog your nose. I had never been in a comfier position; I felt weightless. I couldn't even feel the covers, which was different as normally I was completely swaddled in blankets and quilts.

It was at this point that I noticed that something was wrong.

CRACK!

Something smashed into my side, sending me flying over to the right. I hit the snowy ground so hard my teeth sang.

What... what happened?

My ribs were screaming out in pain. I almost couldn't move because of it.

The ghost of that pain echoed around my head. My ribs felt sore. Everything felt sore.

I looked around for my attacker, half blinded from pain. Nothing could prepare me as something slammed into my throat, lifting me into the air and pinned me to the tree behind. I couldn't breathe.

Where was I?

Something was terribly wrong.

Someone... Someone had been attacking me and...

I was slow to summon the picture of what happened next.

My consciousness was slipping. I opened my eyes. I had to get away. If I had any breath I would have gasped.

Sabertooth, Lady Deathstrike and Omega Red were attacking me.

They had knocked me out.

My eyes flew open and I glanced wildly around, ready to attack anyone who was around and high tail it out of here; where ever here was.

What I found was even more disturbing then I had expected.

I was immersed in water. A mask covered the lower half of my face. It allowed me to breathe cool air. My long black hair floated all around my, like tendrils of dark oil floating in the water. Some of it obscured my vision, but most of it had floated out of the way. I looked down at my arms, at my body. I let out a cry of dismay.

Tubes, needles, and wires. All were stuck into my skin, crawling under the surface. I couldn't even begin to imagine what their purpose was or I might just lose it. Utterly and completely lose it. I had to focus on something else as my heart started to pound painfully hard in my chest.

Bruises, purple and blue bruises covered the entirety of my ribs, my arms, my stomach. There were cuts as well. Some hair line and already healing, others long and deep. They covered my stomach and my ribs, my legs and my arms. I wasn't sure of what I was wearing only that it wasn't my pyjamas and kind of sports top and pants. I needed to get out of here. I needed to run.

I was trapped in some kind of box. Metal but with a glass lid; it felt more like a coffin. It was filled to the brim with warm water. I had never been claustrophobic before, but my breaths were coming in short, quick gasps. My heart rate thundered upwards, hammering against my bruised and broken ribs. Every new gasp of air brought a stabbing pain. My ribs were definitely broken, at least two of them.

I tried to move my arms, my hands, anything, but it all felt sluggish. All of a sudden my head felt dizzy and my heart rate started to slow, my breathing started to calm. My body was telling me to go back to sleep. My mind however, was shouting, screaming, at my body not to. To not give in and stay awake; to run, to scream, to escape this confinement and find help. Find Wade and tell him how I was sorry and never would get mad at him again.

I needed to get out. I need to get out of here. Panic replaced terror as I started thrashing around, blindly, madly. The needles stung as some where ripped and small gushes of blood filtered up through the water. I tried summoning my magic, but something was blocking it. I couldn't summon any kind of spell that would get me out of here, get me home. Home.

I had the tiniest bit of sense left that I heard an insane amount of beeping and someone shouting.

There were people out there.

My heart kicked up again, all wooziness was gone. I slammed my fists with all of my might to get it to break. I tried and tried again. I kicked it. I ignored all pain although cuts began to sting and more needles were ripped out of my skin. I had to break the glass. I had to break the glass.

Get me out. Get me out.

I tried on last thing. One last thing in my dwindled arsenal.

I let my Jotun side out.

The temperature dropped so harshly that the water froze, but not before I changed my size. The metal coffin was just large enough to hold me, but the glass shattered as the water turned to ice and expanded outwards, magnified by the amount of space I now took up. The mask around my face snapped off as my head grew larger.

But I was now encased in ice. It had broken the glass. I couldn't hear any amount of noise now, but I knew it was absolute chaos outside my imprisonment of ice. They wouldn't be able to break it. I was quickly running out of air. Without the mask supplying air, I would quickly suffocate.

Jotun ice may be stronger then Asgardian steel, but Jotuns could manipulate Jotun ice to do their bidding. So I focused on forcing the ice to expand; to crack and to splinter and allow me to move, to run, to scream, to escape this confinement and find help. I heard the deep groan of ice and metal as they expanded.

CRACK!

SHATTER!

The ice and the metal completely fragmented. The Ice spilled outwards in huge chunks, avalanching downwards, but I was now free, and that was all that mattered.

I stood up, and my ice armour quickly replaced the torn and tattered sportswear. There had been no room for it in the glass coffin.

The frozen contents of the container had spilled everywhere. I was on some kind of raised pedestal so the ice had avalanched over the side. I was standing in an ankle deep heap of ice cubes on top of where the container once was. Across the floor there were also shards of metal and glass.

The room itself was very dark, with lights coming from monitors. It looked as if everyone had left in a rush. There were clip boards with half finished notes on a table; some computers still had readings on them. I must've really freaked them out.

I took a step forward, attempting to leap off the pedestal and kick start my escape, but instead of leaping gracefully; I collapsed. My legs were unable to hold my weight. They felt suddenly shaky, like I had gone into shock. I shook my head, some dizziness seeping in and making everything spin. They must have been drugging me. I don't know how long they had been keeping me here. I didn't even know who they were. I just had to get out of here.

Steely resolve took the place of outright panic as I took myself through the steps of what I needed to do. One: get up. Steadily, I picked myself up from off the ground. The metal flooring already had a thick coating of frost. My Jotun body should have thrown off whatever they had been drugging me with. It must have been some really heavy-duty stuff if it had taken me this long the throw it off. After I stood steadily on my feet, I cast one more glance around the room. My eyes locked onto the thick metal door. It had a key pad and everything. By the Gods, what was this place?

The room was empty, quiet. It seemed to quiet to be true. It probably was.

Step two was to check the door. I walked over as silently as I could. I heard some kind of shuffling on the other side. There were people out there. I heard muttering. Hearing was average in this body so the door was relatively thin: which meant I could kick it off its hinges.

I took a few steps back, my legs muscles coiled, tensed, ready to spring. I sprinted at the door, in one stride I jumped up and with both feet, hit the door. It was more force hen I needed, but it did the job. The door flew off as I dropped to the floor, getting my feet under myself before I landed arse first. The door slammed into guards that looked decked out in full riot gear. Helmets, body armour, guns and plastic shields.

The front two were trapped under the door and had been forced back onto two behind them. Four guards on each side of them trained their guns on me. I launched myself at them. Instead of going for any particular fighting style, I simply just kicked, punched and hit with all my strength. I was really quite strong in my Jotun body compared to normal humans, so the guards, despite all their body armour, were taken out quickly. I was sure they were alive. I hadn't lost myself that much.

I carefully stepped over the groaning men. Their body armour had protected them from my frost burns. There were two possible ways of going: left down the corridor or right down the corridor. I tried listening, looking for any sign of which to follow. I was lost. Step three of my amazing plan was to find, and possibly fight, my way out.

I tried summoning Yggdrasil. As long as I didn't wield magic, I wouldn't lose my energy quickly. Suddenly, I felt it. I felt Yggdrasil come back to me. The comforting feel of magic buzzed through my veins, and I knew that as long as I had magic, I'd be alright. With magic now guiding my ever so slightly, I took the path that I felt might get me out of here quickest: right.

I followed the corridor in the direction that I hoped was out. I didn't meet any resistance; unlike the guards from me initial break out. It was strange. There wasn't any evidence that any one had left in a rush, like the abandoned equipment in my room. There seemed to be no other signs of life. I kept walking down the corridor, frost following me where ever I went, but quickly I made it melt. I did not want to be followed.

As I walked, I passed doors. Doors and doors and doors. More than I could ever count. They were all different, yet strangely similar. They were all made of metal and all had a key pad, but they were always different sizes and shapes. Most of them however were all the same. I'd fear I was going in circles if not for the numbers on the front of each. All of which were steadily getting smaller. Double digits, I must be out soon.

They only break in the semblance of unity was that one door had been left open. I paused, looking to investigate a little.. I was pretty sure that there wasn't any one following me, and I was confident of the way out. I had a little time. So I stepped inside to investigate. I didn't like what I had found

Unlike the other doors, there was a letter on this on. R .The room behind the door was like a prison cell. A there was not bed, no tiny basin or lavatory in the corner. There was no actual evidence that it was a prison cell, I just knew that it was. The room was made out of metal, like everything else, and only about five feet across. But across every surface, across every wall, the floor and the ceiling were gouges, scratches, gashes in the metal. Inch deep, long and looked like they had been made from claws. I staggered back. I noticed how every surface, every wall, the floor even the ceiling had these claw marks all over them.

I backed out of the room and looked around. Frost steadily grew as my fear levels increased. Any trace of the determined clam I had brought myself was now gone. Instead of walking down the corridor, I ran. I left the frost and the ice that build up. I wanted out again.

Finally, when I was out of breath, my chest heaving I found one more door. Instead of being an entrance to any kind of cell block, I knew it was to the outside. It had to be. It was made of steel and looked like the door to the vault of a bank, round, towering and mixed with all kinds of electronics. Instead of a key pad, there was a computer. I knew I'd never get past this. I wasn't willing to change out of my Jotun form to try and use magic to corrupt or hack into the computer. I cast one glance around the darkened corridor. I was ready.

I called upon ice, upon the wind and snow. Rarely Jotuns had the power to create one big blast of cold to freeze everything in their path. The power of the Jotuns was greater when they still had the Casket of Ancient Winters. But it had been lost to the Asgardians thousands of years ago. When I went to Asgard briefly, I had the feeling that they had lost it too.

I felt the power of winter draw around me, brought on by the cold I could now feel on the other side of the door, my target. I lifted my arms up, power surging through every inch in my body. I knew this was risky. It would take most of my energy. This had to be the final fight. It had to be. I wouldn't be able to manage any more.

I slammed my fists into the door, forcing every inch of cold I had in my Jotun body into the door. It froze over almost immediately. It groaned and buckled under the force of the punch and the power it had just taken in. With a groan, a massive crack split the door in half. The ice and the cold had made the metal it was made out of brittle and weak. I kicked the door, and it shifted. I knew this would work now. I forced my way through, and stumbled into the cold and darkness of the wilderness.