If I didn’t get out of this hunk of Ice, I’ll die. I knew that. The frozen flames affixed me to the spot, and I coud barely move at all, however. A part of me curses my lack of thinking. I should have gotten up and away instead of letting Firespitter attack, even if I thought I knew how his powers worked.
Still, I have priorities right now.
“Yes?” he answered.
“I’m just-t if you c-could f-f-free me?” I asked him. I think I lost a few words and my teeth were chattering like crazy, but I think he got the message.
He pondered the request for a few moments, then walked around behind me. I was freezing, and in pain. The fires that thoroughly wrapped themselves around my body were frozen solid and my burns were being licked by ice.
“No, you look fine where you are, American boy.”
God damn it.
He walked off and as soon as he was out of range of my hearing (which I admit wasn’t clear due to all the rumbling and scraping of metal) I redoubled my efforts to not freeze to death.
No use. My only hope was somebody less crazy decided to help me, which was unlikely with the emptyness of the hallway. Just me and Wiles.
The metal sound grew louder to deafening levels, prompting a moment of panic. I imagined a giant monster of metal rampaging down the hall, shattering Wiles’ corpse and crushing me with the ice.
I could hear the thumping grow louder, and a metallic roar. I closed my eyes as the walls broke apart under the force of something not at all human.
The ice around me was broken, but I lived. I was actually laying down, and a combination of a human face and a small tank made from scrap looked at me.
“We came to pick you up instead, since you were unable to contact us.”
The voice of my saviour walked out from behind the vehicle and looked at me. He was dressed in all black. Black cloak, black shoes, black trousers, black mask, black hat. Even the cane in his right hand was black.
Corvus, I thought. He looked exactly like him, but without the bird theme.
I nearly threw up.
“Hey,” he said, running over to me. “Are you alright? You seemed to have a close encounter with two nasty extremes, my boy.”
I waved him off with my right arm and grimaced as the pain came back.
“Let go!” I said.
The man in black took a step back.
I asked two questions. “Who are you? Why are you after me?”
The man and black took a bow, removing his top hat and giving an exaggerated bow.
“I am known and revered as the mighty and powerful Nightmare, my boy,” he said. I shot him a look that was a mix of ‘that’s not a name anyone good would use’ and ‘why do I attract the people who go all out with the crazy’.
“Fret not! I am here to assist you!”
I held out a hand. I needed an ally right now, and Sacrifice was probably pre-occupied with both the guards and other patients until I can find her. That, and the only patients I’ve seen so far have been hostile. One tried to kill me and another left me for dead.
Nightmare took it and pulled me up, painfully.
“You seem hurt, dear boy.”
“For a friend, you don’t use names much,” I said as I limped towards the vehicle. “You never even asked m- ahh.”
Pain from my body didn’t even let me finish my sentence. I keeled over and grabbed the metal face with my good hand, shaking in agony.
“Dead Metal, we need to take the boy and find someone who can procure medical assistance!”
A hatch on the vehicle opened up and a young girl clawed her way out. She was wearing a dress that was stained with oil and grease.
It hit me. These two are from the nightmare I had.
Dead Metal looked at me from her metal mask that covered her face. The mask itself had the appearance of an older, more feminine woman.
Nightmare picked me up by my good side.
“Anything you wish to do before we leave?”
This was it. I could see Samantha.
“There’s a friend here,” I panted out. “Want to see her.”
Nightmare nodded as Dead Metal jumped back into the vehicle, and after her hatch closed it began to move again, tearing through walls like they were paper as it turned and drove down the hallway.
The same direction as Wendigo ran, I noticed.
“There is a lot of regenerative and organic based power holders this way, my boy.”
I didn’t want to talk, I was in too much pain from being both burned and frozen in the span of a minute. I wonder if any of the guards had those two patients attack them?
No. It’s not working.
I groaned as the vehicle jolted, irritating my burned side, and by irritating I mean agonizing. I seriously was going to die soon without medical help.
Nightmare thankfully noticed my situation as we rode the vehicle, protected by the giant metal face acting as a shield. “Stay awake and talk to me, boy.”
“There’s a person,” I mumbled. “Samantha, she’ll help.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to die without seeing your friend because you thought somebody can heal you,” Nightmare said with obvious concern.
“The healer…” I paused to catch a shallow breath. “…my friend.”
Nightmare gave a curious look, before getting it. “I see. And your friend’s other name, perhaps?”
I didn’t want to say. He wouldn’t understand that Sacrifice was good now, or at least trying. She wasn’t evil from the start, it was all Taker’s fault. He manipulated her, and the rest into thinking it was their idea. He used his powers to control them like puppets, to do everything while he sat on the sidelines and saw her worm her way into a worse and worse fate, and then when he found the chance he spent three years getting slow and painful revenge on her every day for some perceived slight.
“… I can’t say.”
Nightmare nodded. “I understand. She didn’t get one.”
I was about to correct him, but I didn’t. I just hoped that he wasn’t going to get mad.