Iced
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Second thing that hits me is the quiet. In most parts of Chesters you can hear faint strains of some kind of music or conversation, 24/7. At least some kind of white noise. This level is still as death.
Third thing is how dark it is.
Ryodan is waiting for me outside the elevator.
Can you actually see out there? Does he have another superpower on me? I see good in the dark, but not in pitch-black.
He nods.
I hate Ryodan. Well, I cant. So, turn on some fecking lights. Besides, Shades much?
They dont bother me.
The Shades dont bother him. Shades eat everything. They dont discriminate. Bully for you. They bother me. Lights. Pronto.
The lights arent working down here.
Before I can dig one out, he removes a flashlight from his pocket and hands it to me. Coolest one I ever seen, shaped like a bullet. Its tiny, sleek, silver, and when I turn it on lights up the hallway beyond the elevator like the sun came out.
Dude, I say reverently, you got the best toys.
Off the elevator, kid. Weve got work to do.
I follow him, my breath frosting the air.
I used to think there were only six levels in Chesters. Now I know there are at least twenty; I counted on the way down. The level were on holds three very different subclubs. I glimpse things through the open doors of clubs that no fourteen-year-old should see. But then, thats been the story of my life.
The cold is getting worse the farther down the hall we go, as we make for a pair of tall doors. It slices through my long coat, cutting into my skin. I shiver and my teeth start to chatter.
Ryodan glances at me. How cold can you get before you die.
Blunt and to the point. Thats Ryodan for you. Dunno. Ill tell you when I think Im pushing it.
But colder than most humans.
As usual with him, its not a question, but I nod anyway. I can take more of everything than most humans.
Still, by the time we stop outside the pair of closed doors at the end of the hall, Im hurting. Ive been stamping my feet with every step for fifty yards. I begin to jog in place, to keep the blood from icing in my veins. My throat and lungs burn with each breath I take. I can feel the cold pressing at the other side of those doors like a presence. I look at Ryodan. His face is frosted. When he raises a brow, ice shatters and hits the floor.
I shake my head. Cant. No way Im going in there.
I think you can.
Dude, Im awesome. Im even All That sometimes. But I have limits. Think my hearts getting sludgy.
Next thing I know his hand is on my chest like hes feeling me up.
Get off me! Isay, but hes manacled his other hand around my wrist. I shake my head and slant my face away like I cant even stand to look at him. I cant stop him. Not with words or actions. I may as well let him do it, and get it over with.
Youre strong enough. He drops his hand.
Am not. Its been a rough morning. Sometimes I like to test myself. Now isnt one of them. Not after my earlier stutter.
Youll survive.
I look up at him. Weird thing is, as mad as he makes me, as unpredictable as he is, I believe him. If Ryodan thinks I can take it, who am I to argue? Like hes infallible or something. Figures Id put more faith in the devil than any god.
But youll have to do it at your top speed.
Do what?
Youll see. The double doors are tall and ornately carved. They look heavy. When he touches the knob and pushes the door open, his fingers are instantly encased in ice. When he takes his hand away, chunks of frozen skin are left on the handle. Dont stop once youre in there. Not even for a second. Your heart will last only as long as youre moving. Stop and youre dead.
He could figure all that out from a palm on my chest? And Im going to go in there why? I cant see a single reason to take such a risk. I like living. I like it a lot.
Kid, Batman needs Robin.
Dude. I go all soft and melty inside and swallow a dreamy sigh. Robin to his Batman! Superhero partners. There are lots of versions where Robin gets way stronger. He could have had me at hello if hed said that first. You dont want me to work for you. You want a superhero partner. Thats a whole different story. Why didnt you just say so?
He steps into the room and I hate to admit it but Im awed that he can do it. I couldnt and I know it. The blast of killing cold coming through the open door makes me want to cry from the sheer pain of it, makes me want to turn and run the other way as fast as I can, but he just pushes forward into it. He doesnt move fluid, as usual. Its like hes shoving himself into concrete, by sheer force of will. I wonder why he doesnt go fast, the way hes telling me to.
That he can do it at all provokes me. Am I going to be a chicken? Let myself be outdone? This is Ryodan. If Im ever going to be able to beat him, I have to take risks.
What am I looking for? I say through chattering teeth, psyching myself up to freeze-frame. I really dont want to go in there.
Anything and everything. Absorb all details. Look for any clue. I need to know who did this to the patrons of my club. I guarantee protection. I deliver it. If word of this gets out
Third thing is how dark it is.
Ryodan is waiting for me outside the elevator.
Can you actually see out there? Does he have another superpower on me? I see good in the dark, but not in pitch-black.
He nods.
I hate Ryodan. Well, I cant. So, turn on some fecking lights. Besides, Shades much?
They dont bother me.
The Shades dont bother him. Shades eat everything. They dont discriminate. Bully for you. They bother me. Lights. Pronto.
The lights arent working down here.
Before I can dig one out, he removes a flashlight from his pocket and hands it to me. Coolest one I ever seen, shaped like a bullet. Its tiny, sleek, silver, and when I turn it on lights up the hallway beyond the elevator like the sun came out.
Dude, I say reverently, you got the best toys.
Off the elevator, kid. Weve got work to do.
I follow him, my breath frosting the air.
I used to think there were only six levels in Chesters. Now I know there are at least twenty; I counted on the way down. The level were on holds three very different subclubs. I glimpse things through the open doors of clubs that no fourteen-year-old should see. But then, thats been the story of my life.
The cold is getting worse the farther down the hall we go, as we make for a pair of tall doors. It slices through my long coat, cutting into my skin. I shiver and my teeth start to chatter.
Ryodan glances at me. How cold can you get before you die.
Blunt and to the point. Thats Ryodan for you. Dunno. Ill tell you when I think Im pushing it.
But colder than most humans.
As usual with him, its not a question, but I nod anyway. I can take more of everything than most humans.
Still, by the time we stop outside the pair of closed doors at the end of the hall, Im hurting. Ive been stamping my feet with every step for fifty yards. I begin to jog in place, to keep the blood from icing in my veins. My throat and lungs burn with each breath I take. I can feel the cold pressing at the other side of those doors like a presence. I look at Ryodan. His face is frosted. When he raises a brow, ice shatters and hits the floor.
I shake my head. Cant. No way Im going in there.
I think you can.
Dude, Im awesome. Im even All That sometimes. But I have limits. Think my hearts getting sludgy.
Next thing I know his hand is on my chest like hes feeling me up.
Get off me! Isay, but hes manacled his other hand around my wrist. I shake my head and slant my face away like I cant even stand to look at him. I cant stop him. Not with words or actions. I may as well let him do it, and get it over with.
Youre strong enough. He drops his hand.
Am not. Its been a rough morning. Sometimes I like to test myself. Now isnt one of them. Not after my earlier stutter.
Youll survive.
I look up at him. Weird thing is, as mad as he makes me, as unpredictable as he is, I believe him. If Ryodan thinks I can take it, who am I to argue? Like hes infallible or something. Figures Id put more faith in the devil than any god.
But youll have to do it at your top speed.
Do what?
Youll see. The double doors are tall and ornately carved. They look heavy. When he touches the knob and pushes the door open, his fingers are instantly encased in ice. When he takes his hand away, chunks of frozen skin are left on the handle. Dont stop once youre in there. Not even for a second. Your heart will last only as long as youre moving. Stop and youre dead.
He could figure all that out from a palm on my chest? And Im going to go in there why? I cant see a single reason to take such a risk. I like living. I like it a lot.
Kid, Batman needs Robin.
Dude. I go all soft and melty inside and swallow a dreamy sigh. Robin to his Batman! Superhero partners. There are lots of versions where Robin gets way stronger. He could have had me at hello if hed said that first. You dont want me to work for you. You want a superhero partner. Thats a whole different story. Why didnt you just say so?
He steps into the room and I hate to admit it but Im awed that he can do it. I couldnt and I know it. The blast of killing cold coming through the open door makes me want to cry from the sheer pain of it, makes me want to turn and run the other way as fast as I can, but he just pushes forward into it. He doesnt move fluid, as usual. Its like hes shoving himself into concrete, by sheer force of will. I wonder why he doesnt go fast, the way hes telling me to.
That he can do it at all provokes me. Am I going to be a chicken? Let myself be outdone? This is Ryodan. If Im ever going to be able to beat him, I have to take risks.
What am I looking for? I say through chattering teeth, psyching myself up to freeze-frame. I really dont want to go in there.
Anything and everything. Absorb all details. Look for any clue. I need to know who did this to the patrons of my club. I guarantee protection. I deliver it. If word of this gets out
