Debts To Be Settled

34.5

The window freezes over in an instant, the air around it hissing at the sudden temperature drop. When Wraith pulls back the hand pressed against the window, she leaves a noticeably more ice-covered handprint behind. She closes her fingers into a fist and slams it against the window. The piercing crack of shattering glass fills the air. She puts both of her hands on the sides of the icy window frame, dragging her body into the second floor of Madeleine's workshop. Her boots crunch the ice and glass on the ground, and she scans the area.

Tommy's eyes widen with fear. He tries to bolt away, but someone wraps their arms around him. He fights against their grip, doing everything he can to escape. While her partner is handling Tommy, Wraith touches everything in the room. She throws it all on the ground. Tommy's body jerks with newfound energy when Wraith maliciously throws down his radio, the metal and wood breaking apart as it slams against Tommy's desk and then the ground. Wraith throws down even more pieces of machinery, barely acknowledging the damage left in her wake.

She looks over her shoulder after she's done decimating the room. She grabs Tommy's chin, lifting his head toward her. She narrows her eyes at him, no emotions in the depths of her soulless eyes. Tommy shivers as her touch causes the skin on his chin to chill. "We have sufficient evidence to assume that you are an accomplice to the Syndicate and Las Nevadas. If you tell us who the villains are, you will be let go."

"I don't fucking know," Tommy hisses, jerking at the restaints holding him back once more. The figure holding him keeps slipping from Tommy's mind until he tries to pull away from Wraith. It must be Incognito, then.

"We assumed as much. It would never be that easy," Wraith declares. She releases Tommy's chin. She takes a step back, lifting up her arm. Ice crawls across the back of her arm until it forms a sharp icicle that hangs over her fingertips. Wraith closes her hand into a fist, drawing back like she's going to deliver a punch. She throws her body weight forward. Before her fist can collide with Tommy's stomach, the icicle pierces through his skin and flesh, out the other side. Tommy chokes on his breath, pain flooding inside of him in the same motion as the freezing cold.

"Wraith!" Incognito exclaims, dropping Tommy's body onto the floor. Wraith pulls the icicle out of Tommy's body. The crystalline surface is marred by ruby blood, and Wraith looks at it apathetically.

"Our mission is complete," Wraith nods. The ice on her arm disappears, letting all of the blood drop onto the ground, joining in with the pool forming around Tommy's crumpled body. Wraith steps over to the window. She swings her leg over the side, standing on the floating platforms of ice she made prior to arriving. Like salt in the wound, she stomps her foot into Tommy's radio, further shattering the already unusable appliance.

Tommy curls in on himself, putting both of his hands around his stomach. His blood already feels cold due to the nature of the attack, and it is stickier than usual. Black spots began to dance across his vision. His consciousness hangs on by a thread, and suddenly, it snaps. Tommy gives into the sweet release of death to the accompaniment of the universe laughing at him.