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An Icy Lair
3 reviews"Well, Julius Chevalier, I've decided if I can't have you, no one can."
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Funny.
When Julius woke up, he expected to feel pain. Nausea. Dizziness. Like all the other times he'd been knocked out. This time, he felt nothing.
Squat.
Wait ... he could feel something. Cold. Yeah, cold. For some reason, he was extremely cold. It was time to open his eyes and face whatever Ice had brought him to.
Julius opened his eyes, but had to shut them again almost instantly. There was a bright light blinding him. Or maybe it was because he had been out for God knew how long. Either way, it took him about five minutes before his eyes adjusted to the light. And even after that, Julius wasn't completely sure he wanted to see.
Ice was sitting on an elegant chair made of, what else but ice? A smug smile was on her lips. When she saw Julius come to, she flashed her pearly-white teeth in a wicked grin.
"Ah, my dear Julius!" she exclaimed, standing up. In a few short strides she was over to him. "How does it feel to slowly freeze to death?"
"What?"
Julius looked down and saw what she meant. From the waist down, including his arms, he was trapped in ice. He could also see his skin was an unhealthy shade of pale blue. Just great.
"What do you want with me?" Julius spat.
Ice's smile only widened. "Well, Julius Chevalier, I've decided if I can't have you, no one can. And don't you just love dying a slow, cold and painful death?"
Julius put on an expression of mock concentration. "Hmm ... You know, I'd prefer to pass on this one."
Sauntering casually over to him, Ice placed two fingers under his chin and lifted his head. "Oh, I'm sure you would, love. But I don't care what you prefer. Ta-ta, Julius."
Ice strode out the door, swishing her hips triumphantly. As soon as she was gone, Julius tried to free his arms. He pulled and wiggled with all his strength, but to no avail. He sighed, letting his head drop to his chest.
"Aw, who'm I kidding? I can't break ice."
"Maybe you can't, but I can."
Julius twisted his neck around so fast, he could have suffered from whiplash. He was greeted with a joyful sight: Delilah! She was standing behind him, holding what looked like a computer speaker.
"See this? It's an ice-melter I borrowed from Scarlett. Should get you out in, oh, say, two minutes? In the mean time, I'm going after the White Witch."
Delilah placed the ice-melter against the frozen water, then pressed a blue - ironic - button. Immediately, the device turned red, and Julius could feel the heat seeping towards his body. He turned around to thank Delilah, but only caught a glimpse of her as she dashed after Ice.
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Ice heard Delilah's footsteps soon after the spy began chasing her. The villain knew that it could only be Julius' partner. There was no way he could have gotten free so quickly. Fear ran through Ice as she took out down the crystal hallway. Delilah's footsteps grew louder.
And nearer.
Ice came upon a fork in the road, and without even thinking, took the left way. If she hadn't have panicked, Ice might have remembered that the left hall led to a dead end, a place she had been planning to put a vanity. Ice was running so fast, and the corner was so sharp that she almost ran smack into the wall.
"No!" she screamed, feeling around the crystal, as if searching for a hidden way out.
"Oh yes,"
Ice spun around to face her enemy. Delilah was about two metres away from her, a pistol in her hand, aimed and ready. Her eyes burned with hatred.
"I should kill you right now, and end this for once and for all," she snarled.
Ice smiled. "Yeah, right. You don't have the guts to kill me, you little goody-goody!"
Just then, Julius arrived, his clothes damp from the melted ice. He stood back behind his partner. This didn't involve him anymore.
Delilah's glare seemed to fade a little. "Why don't you think I could?"
Ha! She walked right into Ice's trap. "Because, Delilah Devonshire, you are an enforcer of justice. And let me ask you, is it right to kill an unarmed opponent."
The gun in Delilah's hand quivered as Delilah fought for control. She wanted to shoot Ice, she really did. But that witch was right; it wasn't the just thing to do. Delilah sighed as she stepped out of Ice's way, and dropped the firearm.
"Go." she mumbled.
What happened next, no one could have expected.
When Julius woke up, he expected to feel pain. Nausea. Dizziness. Like all the other times he'd been knocked out. This time, he felt nothing.
Squat.
Wait ... he could feel something. Cold. Yeah, cold. For some reason, he was extremely cold. It was time to open his eyes and face whatever Ice had brought him to.
Julius opened his eyes, but had to shut them again almost instantly. There was a bright light blinding him. Or maybe it was because he had been out for God knew how long. Either way, it took him about five minutes before his eyes adjusted to the light. And even after that, Julius wasn't completely sure he wanted to see.
Ice was sitting on an elegant chair made of, what else but ice? A smug smile was on her lips. When she saw Julius come to, she flashed her pearly-white teeth in a wicked grin.
"Ah, my dear Julius!" she exclaimed, standing up. In a few short strides she was over to him. "How does it feel to slowly freeze to death?"
"What?"
Julius looked down and saw what she meant. From the waist down, including his arms, he was trapped in ice. He could also see his skin was an unhealthy shade of pale blue. Just great.
"What do you want with me?" Julius spat.
Ice's smile only widened. "Well, Julius Chevalier, I've decided if I can't have you, no one can. And don't you just love dying a slow, cold and painful death?"
Julius put on an expression of mock concentration. "Hmm ... You know, I'd prefer to pass on this one."
Sauntering casually over to him, Ice placed two fingers under his chin and lifted his head. "Oh, I'm sure you would, love. But I don't care what you prefer. Ta-ta, Julius."
Ice strode out the door, swishing her hips triumphantly. As soon as she was gone, Julius tried to free his arms. He pulled and wiggled with all his strength, but to no avail. He sighed, letting his head drop to his chest.
"Aw, who'm I kidding? I can't break ice."
"Maybe you can't, but I can."
Julius twisted his neck around so fast, he could have suffered from whiplash. He was greeted with a joyful sight: Delilah! She was standing behind him, holding what looked like a computer speaker.
"See this? It's an ice-melter I borrowed from Scarlett. Should get you out in, oh, say, two minutes? In the mean time, I'm going after the White Witch."
Delilah placed the ice-melter against the frozen water, then pressed a blue - ironic - button. Immediately, the device turned red, and Julius could feel the heat seeping towards his body. He turned around to thank Delilah, but only caught a glimpse of her as she dashed after Ice.
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Ice heard Delilah's footsteps soon after the spy began chasing her. The villain knew that it could only be Julius' partner. There was no way he could have gotten free so quickly. Fear ran through Ice as she took out down the crystal hallway. Delilah's footsteps grew louder.
And nearer.
Ice came upon a fork in the road, and without even thinking, took the left way. If she hadn't have panicked, Ice might have remembered that the left hall led to a dead end, a place she had been planning to put a vanity. Ice was running so fast, and the corner was so sharp that she almost ran smack into the wall.
"No!" she screamed, feeling around the crystal, as if searching for a hidden way out.
"Oh yes,"
Ice spun around to face her enemy. Delilah was about two metres away from her, a pistol in her hand, aimed and ready. Her eyes burned with hatred.
"I should kill you right now, and end this for once and for all," she snarled.
Ice smiled. "Yeah, right. You don't have the guts to kill me, you little goody-goody!"
Just then, Julius arrived, his clothes damp from the melted ice. He stood back behind his partner. This didn't involve him anymore.
Delilah's glare seemed to fade a little. "Why don't you think I could?"
Ha! She walked right into Ice's trap. "Because, Delilah Devonshire, you are an enforcer of justice. And let me ask you, is it right to kill an unarmed opponent."
The gun in Delilah's hand quivered as Delilah fought for control. She wanted to shoot Ice, she really did. But that witch was right; it wasn't the just thing to do. Delilah sighed as she stepped out of Ice's way, and dropped the firearm.
"Go." she mumbled.
What happened next, no one could have expected.
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