The End is the Beginning is the End

[a_cruel_chill]

It was cold in Victor Fries' cell and it was not a temperature cold. It was a necessity for Victor with his changed physiology, but the cold was emotional. He was dead inside. He did not even have the cold burn for vengeance he had before this moment.

He had failed. He knew where she was, and launched an all out war to get Nora back. And in the end he had not only failed, but he had failed with Nora within his reach. Her tank had been ruptured in the fight, right as his paid forces had turned the tide. Without the soothing cold to arrest the development of her disease, she had based, quietly, silently, with him mere feet from her with his attention on the GothCorp goons on not on her.

He had failed.

There was sustenance for him within the cell. A weeks worth had been left for him, but he was not hungry. He hadn't craved anything since Nora was lost to him. He simply sat on his specialized bed, looking down at nothing in particular.

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[tora_olafsdotter]

Tora's delight was obvious in his recounting of the romance between Fries and Nora, her hands folded and proped her head an she even heaved a happy sigh...until the story turned to a darker note.

"Oh no! What happened?"

[a_cruel_chill]

"Nora had Neurokinetic Degenerative Disorder. It is...similar to muscular dystrophy, but it is the breakdown of nerves and neurons rather than muscles and sinew. I had a good job at GothCorp, one that normally would allow for a high standard of living, but...they did nothing. I researched all I could disease, and I did what I could but qfter several months I was no closer to finding a cure and Nora was wasting away. So, when the doctors gave Nora a week to live, I had snuck her into my laboratory and gave her a cryogenics treatment. It arrested the progression of the disease...but as a cover Nora was labelled an experiment. And she was a breakthrough. GothCorp feared that my laboratory was unsecure and attempted to move me. I resisted, and one of the security guards manhandled me into a wall of chemicals. I was doused in them, and was left for dead. But...I was not. I came to and saw only the scraps of my machinery. I felt the warmth, and it scalded me. I activated what was left of my machinery and...what normally would freeze me was a balm. I had...somehow incorporated the chemicals. I jury rigged a suit and went to where Nora was stored. She...she was not there."

Freeze feels the anger of that day again. Even after so many years, it was still raw.

"I declared my vengeance against GothCorp. I did terrible things in my vengeance, but I was justified for my loss. I believed Nora lost, and my rage burned hard. But before my vengeance was complete, I was stoped. By the Bat. But before he could become the source of my rage, I found out that my Nora was still alive. So when there was an escape at Arkham, I made it my duty to find her."