Missy, enemy of The Doctor, is amassing an elite team of super villains to cause mayhem on Earth. She's picked some of the best.
Nebula; warrior daughter of Thanos.
Eliza Harmon and Trajectory; Two personalities that share the same Speedster body...
Killer Frost sat in her cell, flicking pieces of ice against the glass walls of her confinement.
She could summon snow, pure elemental power, with her bare hands. Yet she could create all the ice, sleet, and hail she wanted, and none of it would help.
She couldn't escape her prison.
She had doomed herself the moment she had sided with the Flash against Zoom.
Zoom was yet another speedster, faster than the Flash.
And he had trapped her, killed her husband, broken her ribs. But for some reason, he hadn't killed her.
Not that she was complaining. She didn't want to be dead. She was just freaking bored. He couldn't have left her with a book or something?
She waved her hand, and a flurry of sleet materialized around her fingertips. She directed them to spell out a very nasty word, in reference to Zoom.
Tap. Tap.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap.
She jerked to her feet, glaring across the room at the only other cell. Sitting inside was probably the most annoying cell mate in the history of cell mates.
He tapped the glass, as if trying to get her attention. He was starting up again...
"I will kill you," she hissed, "With frostbite up your nose, if I ever so much as get out of this ce-"
The burst of blue lightening made her jump backwards, the jolt of adrenaline so sudden it almost knocked her down.
Zoom stood before her, a demonic figure in black leather. Blue lightening crackled around his body, all the way from his clawed hands to his soulless black eyes. "Don't talk to him," he snarled.
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She backed away, her ice running dry with her mouth.
Zoom was gone in a flash of blue lightening, but her fear didn't subside.
Silently, she made herself a promise- The same promise she made every day.
I won't die here.
She dropped to her knees, resolving to throw herself a good pity party, when her hand met with something papery.
