Defrost my Heart Part Six: Heartbreak or Relief

Lady Nitro:

Kissing my twins one last time, the heels of my suit clicked out of the room. No extra weight settled on me but my breasts and hips were bigger. The hips weren’t a problem, the inch difference not going to break my heart. My old man offered to watch them personally, his grin never leaving his face. Grandfather time was in order, Emberox accompanying me to the long wooden table in the conference room. Clicking on the computers behind me, several dots were running along the intricate map. The other heroes piled in, all of them taking their seats. Regret dimmed my eyes, the level of work placed on them was becoming rather grueling. Sliding their assigned files into their hands, the villains were hitting the city faster than we could save it most of the days. Long sighs drew from their lips, the exhaustion wearing on their face. Not one doubt rested with who was in charge of the whole damn thing. Even if I captured my brother, the crime would still continue. Another bad guy would step up, the battle of good and evil beginning all over again.

“Does anyone know where to find a few rookies? We are pushed and we need all the help we can get.” I asked politely, all of them shaking their heads. “Keep an eye out and we can bolster up our forces maybe. Do your best today!” Thanking me as they left, a reward had to come soon. Fussing with my uniform, hot lips brushing against the back of my neck had me shivering with a bit of pleasure. What a flirt!

“Look at you leading with ease. Did you tell your father where you were going today?” He inquired huskily, his hand sliding down to my waist. Cocking his brow at my lack of an answer, disappointment darkened his eyes. Spinning on my heels to face him, no words could get me out of this. 

“If I told him, then we would be in a bad place. I happen to like where we are at.” I answered simply, tucking a new bomb into my pocket. “A carrot has me chasing after it. Besides, you can help me out of any bind.” Dragging him into the elevator, the floors dinged until we hit the lobby. Stepping into the sunny day, ice circles cracked into place underneath my feet. Skating towards the abandoned part of the city, a tip had us chasing down a lead for an outpost of that blasted program. The bustling died down, crumbling skyscrapers reminding me of the first war when I was a child. The government condemned this part and built an entire new city, a brick tumbling suspiciously had me skidding to a rough halt. Waiting patiently for the villain to come out of what we called the wasteland, nothing came of it. I believe it went without saying, the villains claimed this space as their own. Small gangs operated from the remaining buildings, the criminals often getting caught with ease. What I needed to find was the damn market. Sensing something over my head, my hand caught a raven haired teen with ruby eyes. Fangs hung over inky lips, his ruby horns twisting around his head. Slamming him into a pile of rubble, my heel dug into the plush material of his Gothic sweatshirt. Attempting to blast me with his one move Hellfire, a wave of my hand froze his attack. Leaning in real close, his eyes focused on my mask. 

“Why must you insist on attacking me, Demonico? Don’t you always get off with me?” I berated him with a sympathetic light in my eyes. “Once again, I am requesting that you join my team. You can bring your siblings. We have a fucking daycare and you get paid.” Shaking his head, his apprehension was deserved. His parents had been slaughtered by a rogue hero, his three sisters now relying on him to feed them. 

“I called you to rescue them, not adopt us into your freaking cult.” He retorted sarcastically, my heel digging deep into his chest. “Heroes took my parents. What would be different about you guys?” Releasing him from my hold, he straightened his back while dusting off his sweatshirt. The poor kid needed guidance, an idea popping into my head. 

“How about you become my personal sidekick?” I offered honestly, a pensive expression dawning on his face. “We can work you up to being a hero that has a chance to change things. Our agency doesn’t allow murder. The agency that killed your parents has a killing permit for you guys. We believe jail is better. Although it is not the easiest at times.” Huffing out a quick fine, I motioned for him to lead the way. Darting through the debris, my heart sank at a heavily guarded abandoned hospital. Sleek silver plague masks covered their faces, the long Victorian wool coats tickling the top of their boots. Seems they worked for that damn organization, the trademark Victorian style making a point of it. The lord and lady titles were their attempt to be different, a pathetic attempt at that. Three inky haired girls stared out the top floor’s second window, ruby eyes shimmering with tears. Jet black lips quivered in fear, their ruby nubs glittering in the flickering hospital light. Activating my bomb, a toss in the opposite direction had cement and pipes shooting into the air in the far distance. The guards sprinted away to get the culprit, a wave of my finger telling them to get moving. Setting them free wasn’t going to be the problem, Lord Plaque was going to be a fucking bitch. Emberox melted the lock, the glass doors shattering from the heat. Skidding in, about ten more masked guards greeted us. Feeling a tile loose underneath my boots, a slam of my heel had the immense tile in my hands. Flicking my wrists in the direction of the light above their head, sparks blinded them for a moment. Emberox darted towards them, his uppercuts and swings knocking them out in seconds. Our footfalls echoed into the stairwell, children’s screams underneath us catching my ears. Frozen tears shattered on my boots, the primary job was rescuing his sisters. Torn between what to do, backup would be needed if I desired to do both. Emberox clutched me close to his chest, his lips brushing against my forehead. What was he going to say?

“Go and save them. We can handle getting his sisters out of here.” He urged me with a big old nervous grin, his arms dropping to his side. “Make sure you make it to your family in one piece for us.” Tapping the heel of my boot twice, a wall of ice separated us. Sprinting down the stairs, powerful kicks and punches knocked the guards out. Running out of floors to get to, the only way was down. Allowing ice to devour the space in front of me, a raise of my foot behind my head had the floor shattering upon impact. Sparking wires swayed in the cold gust of my powers, a cage of orphaned superhero kids brightened at the sight of me. The cage around them danced with electricity, all of them seconds from cheering. Placing my finger to my lips, they remained silent. Mouthing thank you, they began to act what had to be normal at this point. Crouching down to wait and see the bastard myself, his level of evil went beyond the worst serial killers. Injecting people with new diseases had the city hospital on edge, the best medical superheroes working day and night. A man in a dusty Victorian coat sauntered into view, his silver plague mask glinting in the light. Hello, Lord Plague. Colorful needles caught my sharp eyes, a couple taps of my fingers freezing the cage to brittleness. My graceful landing shattered the bars, a wave of my hand had a wall of ice groan into place. Maneuvering a chunk of ice into a staircase, my urgent tone had them running up the stairs. The last boy hovered, a secret lingering on the tip of his tongue. Demonico’s face peering down the hole had a long breath drawing from my lips, the others must not be that far away.

“I will get them back to the tower.” He promised me with a gracious smile, his sisters tugging on his arm. “See you soon.” Emberox told him to move, a quiet fear lingering in his eyes. Standing tall with frozen tears waiting to be shed, our personal beef needed to be squashed. All of his actions deserved revenge and I was going to serve it nice and cold.

“Look at you thriving as a hero.” He taunted cruelly, his needles at the ready. “Too bad one of those kids is patient zero for a disease that could wipe out half of the city.” The color drained from my cheeks, the confidence I had slipped slightly. The twinkle in his eyes told me that he was bluffing, his ability to lie was piss poor. God knows, he pulled this shit half my time at the organization.

“Just kidding. I can’t harm the livestock.” He giggled maniacally, his head bouncing up and down to the rhythm in his head. Fresh blood glittered on his top hat, a sliver of his burn scars poking out. Milky eyes flitted back towards a trapdoor, alarm rounding out my eyes. A pregnant pause hung between us, the main goal speaking to both of us. Blasting my own wall of ice, the shards sparkled away upon a fury filled kick. Using the distraction to get to the trapdoor first, an uppercut sent him flying through the floors. Ripping open the door, a white haired boy with silver eyes and silver eyelashes shivered in the corner of an icy prison. Hopping down, my worst nightmare had been realized. Fighting back tears, it was obvious that my DNA had been infused with his. No longer was he an ordinary boy, raw fear causing ice to devour his body. Sobbing uncontrollably, his breaths grew shorter by the second. Clutching his chest, his blue lips trembled away. A dark energy bathed the space, Lord Plague leapt into the trapdoor. His mask had clattered to the floor, rage mixing with sorrow at what he had lost. 

“What did you do!” I berated him through a wall of tears, the frozen tears shattering inches from my boots. “No one deserves this fate! Not a damn soul! He can't hug anyone and has to keep his distance. What kind of fucking monster are you! You don’t play with kids’ lives like that.” Ice swirled around me, his needles hitting the floor. Diseases soaked into the pavement, terror rounding his milky eyes. Every step towards him had him stumbling back, my fingers curling around his neck. Smashing his head into the wall hard enough to knock him out, the boy’s breathing sped up in the background as I slammed my handcuffs around Plague’s wrist. Pushing the button, a steel sarcophagus enveloped his body. Needles of sedatives pricked his skin, the bastard sinking further into a deep slumber. Approaching the poor boy with my hand out, the ice crept up his body further. Shaking his head wildly, my hand dropped to my side in a disarming manner. The kid's life was fucked over now and I had to help him out. Sitting down across from him, my shaking fingers untied my mask. The metal clanged to my feet, his breathing beginning to slow down. His blue lips quivered into a broken smile, his ivory eyelashes fluttering. What was going on in this kid's mind?

“You are so beautiful.” He commented while resting his chin on what was left of his knees, a deep sorrow haunting his nearly numb expression. “Go away before I h-” Kicking the ice, the shards had his eyes glittering with wonder. Getting on my hands and knees, the crawl over to him seemed like an eternity. My mask dragged behind me clumsily, his stunned expression haunting me as I tied the mask around his mouth. Peeling off my gloves and boots, no words were said as I tugged them onto him instead. Our sorrow was the same but there were tools for us to find friends and family. My eyes noted the piles of skin tinted ice, a long breath drew from my lips. Watching the cloud with glittering eyes, his emotions had to be all over the place.

“How about you come home with me and I can show you how to control this curse?” I offered sincerely, my palms pressing together. “I don’t like it that much but I sure love saving people with it. Hell, you could work for the fire department if you don’t want to be a superhero.” Brightening up at the mention of potentially being a firefighter, a comforting smile softened my features. Leaping into my arms, his emotions were crushed into my shoulders. Refusing to let me go, my arms draped around his shoulders. Rubbing his back, the poor boy needed a mother figure in his life. Letting him cry the hours away, the moon flickered through the small window. Passing out in my arms, the next best thing was to get back home. Alas, how does one like me do that? Pressing my lips into a thin line, debris crumbling inches from us had me leaping onto the closest pile of rubble. My father lowered himself down, a spare mask, gloves and boots hung off of his arms. Noticing the slumbering boy, his relieved smile fell. No words could describe the pained expression on his face, a broken sigh pouring from his lips.

“Emberox sent me this way.” He explained with a long whine in his tone, his eyes flitting over to the cursing Lord Plague. “I see we got him too.” Brushing past me with a sadistic grin, my replacements landed on the boy’s chest. Gripping his chin with a specific vengeance, his cheeks grew scarlet with rage. Unsure of what to do, my old man’s fit of laughter shocked me as much as Lord Plague. 

“Finally found you, you prick!” He barked hotly into his face, a lump forming in my throat. “How dare you separate me from my family?” Confusion dawned on my features, my head cocking slightly. Plague laughed maniacally before settling into a long sigh, a fist met his cheek. Pursing his lips together in a mocking manner, his next words sent chills up my spine. 

“Darn, you found me.” He returned in a chilly tone, his eyes rolling. “The great Master Elements is still going on about that shit. Those were orders by your mother-in-law. You know, the one still in charge of my favorite organization. She let me change child after child, most of them resulting in deaths. Sacrifices had to be made in order for him to be my sole success.” Discreet weeps shook my body, the horrifying crime demanding death. Alas, I informed Demonico that we didn't do that. Snapping his fingers while stepping back, the detainment team rushed in. Tying my mask back around my mouth, his skin returned back to its normal tone while tugging on my gloves and boots. Checking me over, his broken smile lingered on the boy. 

“I suppose we have a new fellow to take care of. That was awfully smart of you to send the others back with those poor orphans.” He spoke steadily, his gentleness returning. “The mayor wants to see you. Shall I join you?” Nodding next to him, no words needed to be said between us. Guiding me through the mess I created, hungry eyes glared at me. Snatching his wrist, he spun on his heel with wet eyes. Please don't reject my request, I pleaded internally.

“Can we rebuild this hospital and provide them with new equipment? The people living out here are suffering hard enough as it is.” I pleaded with a desperate tone, pride glittering in his eyes. Burying me into a hug, his warmth had all I desired as a child.  

“Sure and maybe we can fix up a few buildings around here.” He suggested with a jolliness in his voice, his hand cupping my cheek. “Perhaps crime will dip down if we help them out.” Opening the door for me, the leather whined as I plopped down. The state of the kid’s clothing had me cursing under my breath, my father promising to get clothes made for him.  

“Can I adopt him?” I inquired with a busted smile underneath my mask, part of me wanting to show him the love he deserved. “I can’t stand the thought of him being alone in this shitty world.” Climbing into the driver’s side, surprise rounded my eyes at my old man’s mask hitting his lap. His real smile had hope burning strong in my soul, his lips brushing against the top of the kid’s head. 

“Consider him my grandson!” He announced with pride, frozen tears of joy shattered upon the kid’s face. “Welcome to the family, kiddo!” Tying his mask back on, the smile was to assure me that his answer was an honest one. Backing down out of the chaos, the debris became the new city. Chatting about his day with the twins’, the smile in his eyes never dimmed. Listening to him had me basking in the warmth of a typical conversation, my heart praying for more.