Waterboy

Chapter Five: Ice

I see his silhouette standing in the doorway, a bright light shooting out from behind.
        "You want a shower?" his Russian accent hits me like a baseball bat.
         "Huh? You're letting me take a shower?" Ivanov must see the confused look on my face.
         "Yes, well, it's no fun to get revenge if you're not fighting back. I want you in as best condition as possible for when I tear you apart. Take as much time as you need to heal."
        This has to be a trick.
        "It's not a trick, Yakob. Just a treat."
        Him saying that gets me really stressed out. How did he know I was thinking that? Can he read minds? What other powers doe-
        "No, Yakob," he calls quietly through the dark room,"I can't read minds. I just know what you're thinking because I've done this a few times before."
        Oh good lord.

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        I step into the shower. I feel around for any traps and then it hits me- He wasn't lying. He wants me to put up a fight.
        After I'm done showering, I get some Band-Aids and cover my cuts. When I return to the cold room that turns out to be the cellar, Dr. Ivanov turned on a light for me to see inside my room. He lets me free of my chair only because I trust him for now, but he still locks the door.
        Once I'm in and calmed down, I decide to test my powers. I shoot water as hard as I can at the wall, but I stop firing before it hits the wall.
Holy crap! It is so cold in here!
         The water freezes in midair and falls to the ground. When the ice hits the floor, it shatters into a million pieces. Ice shards fly through the air and a few hit me. One large chunk hit me directly in the middle of my palm and I scream out.
        The door swings open.
        "I'm tired of waiting! You will fight me! Now," he looks me in the eye as he speaks.
I shake as I turn ever so slightly to the right. I'm not prepared. Please no. And not here. Please... no!
I cough up a vat of blood onto the cold floor. Blood drips from my almost severed hand. The ice begins to melt, and the saltwater seeps into my wound. I clench my teeth. Don't let him see my weakness.
        I'm not prepared to fight him. I take a step back. A robotic tentacle shoots out of the wall behind me and rams into my back. I shout in pain. I'm not prepared... Please...
         Nothing I do seems to work. I can only use one hand, anyway. I fall to the ground, the wind knocked out of me. No...
        I spray water as I stand up and throw a punch towards his face. A tentacle flies out of the wall and smashes the ice before it hits his face.
I stand no chance. I need to escape. And quick, too, before I get myself killed.
A robot tentacle flies from the wall and puts a new mechanical suit around his body. A tentacle shoots from his chest and it slams into my chest. Blood sprays from my mouth as I fall to the ground.
No!... I'm... not... prepa-
My limp body falls to the floor. That's the end of today's fight, but I'll be ready to fight again in a few more days. Soon I'll escape.

Hey bros! Sorry it's taken me two days to put this up instead of the normal every day schedule, but I had a lot of homework last night. I want to try my best to publish one chapter a day from here on out. Sorry again, bros!