The Phoenix - BBS

Ice ❄

BANG BANG BANG

Brock groaned, his head pounding from poor sleep. "We have another procedure Phoenix, get up and let's go," a guard said loudly, his baton held tightly in his grip.

"What is it today? Healing? Strength? Either way, theres not going to be anything new happening," Brock mumbled, rolling out of bed and glaring at the duo.

It'd been a week since his guard gave him that chocolate milk and thankfully Brock hadn't had any more procedures since then. He'd actually almost finished his books, which he was quickly adding to his list of favorites.

"Cooling. Let's go," the guard said smugly and Brock went pale. "Cooling?! But last time they almost killed me! Its been 9 years, why now?" He asked frantically, his body shivering already at the thought of being thrown into a frozen pool.

"No idea, take it up with the doctor," the other guard said nonchalantly, both of them grabbing Brock's arms tightly. Brock tried to fight back, but his panic made his fire sputter, barely warming his own skin let alone burning the guards.

They dragged him down the hall to the main testing area where they had a room about the size of a college football field, or so Jon had described it the first time they'd talked. Brock didn't know football, as he'd been too young to be interested in major sports yet when he'd been taken, but he definitely agreed the room was massive.

They dragged him over to the frozen area, a corner of the room made to be negative temperatures with deep snow, a frozen pool and a window so the doctors could see the results without catching a chill.

The guards shoved Brock forward, the Phoenix stumbling as his body already started to shiver. His thin pants and t shirt did nothing to protect him from the cold and the Phoenix couldn't survive in it, they were made for warmth and deserts.

"W-why now-w?" Brock demanded, his teeth chattering. "It's been many years, young Phoenix. We decided to give it another try," the head doctor, who Brock knew as Dr. Jackals, said casually.

"N-nothing will ha-ave changed, Doctor," Brock said, glaring harshly at the people standing there. "Yes. Well, we want to know for sure. You manifested creatures are always evolving, after all, just last week your healing went from 8 hours to 6," Dr. Jackals replied, writing something on his pad.

"Alright, begin," the co head of the program, Dr. Scry, ordered. Brock panicked, immediately throwing his arms out as the guards grabbed them again.

"No! No!" He screamed, digging his heels in as they dragged him to the edge and gave a harsh shove. Brock tumbled, a loud scream ripping from his throat as he hit the water.

Immediately, the cold seeped into his core and as hard as he tried, he couldn't reach that innate fire that kept him alive and warm. His Phoenix spirit writhed, Brock's body erupting in pain as he fought for oxygen and warmth, his vision blackening.

He felt metal wrap around him and was pulled from the water, his lungs gasping and sputtering as oxygen reached them, but the cold still lingered and clung to him, everything shutting down.

Brock's spirit screamed in anger, his body falling into convulsions as it fought to come forward. His hands curled into deadly talons, his eyes shooting open as flames erupted from his fingers and chest. They glowed with an ancient power, the Brown alight with reds, oranges and yellows.

Everyone yelled as the Phoenix melted through the metal, twisting and landing in a kneeling position, the snow and ice melting within 5 feet of him.

"One day, you all shall perish. You have made an enemy of the Phoenix, and you shall rue the day you made the decision to run your experiments on my bonded and our kind," the Phoenix said, Brock's mouth open but not moving.