The Freeze

Prologue

“Melody?” I whispered. “We in the clear?”

“Yeah Harmony.  You ready?” She whispered back.

I pulled my navy blue hood over my chocolatey hair, tied up in a tight bun.

“Ready as ever, Mell-Bell. Today’s the day we avenge them.”

Our parents had been murdered when we were 13. Now, we were 18, and we were deadly assassins under the names of Storm and Freeze. That night, in that dark alley, we were finally going to kill our parent’s murderer.

I pulled out my throwing knives. The man took the turn into the alley. I was about to let a knife loose when a two dark figures dropped down behind us.

“Freeze! We’ve got company!” Storm yelled.

“On it!” I spun around and hurled a knife at the larger figure, the one going for Melody. The person reached out with a bow and shattered the ice the blade was made of. Yeah, my throwing knives are made of ice. I’m Freeze! I create ice and snow at will! Storm can control weather, summon thunder clouds and lightning at will.

I threw a knife at the young woman coming for me.

I miss.

The woman had bright red hair. She wore a black jumpsuit with this weird silver logo on the shoulder. She punched me in the face, splitting my lip. I gasped in pain. I We struggled for a minute, and then I heard a small shriek of pain.

My sister slumped against the alley wall, a silver arrow lodged in her chest. She raised her arm, and struck the archer with a bolt of lightning. Because she was weak, she was only able to give him a good sized burn on the side of his head.

“Freeze…” She moaned. “I.. love.. you, Harmony…”

Her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes, fluttered shut, never to open again.  I rushed to her side.

"MELODY!!" I screamed. "NO!!! Wake up! Wake up, please!" I shook her shoulders. Her skin, which was slightly darker than mine, was beginning to match the icy shade.

"Please Melody? Please wake up. You can't leave me! Please?' I pled. A thin layer of frost began to spread from where my hands were placed on her shoulders.

"Contain yourself. Don't let it show. Mission first, grieve later." I told myself out loud. I heard the footsteps of Melody's killer and his partner. They meet five feet away from me and my dead sister. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled in fear and self-control. I wasn't going to just maul them. Words were exchanged, but I can only pick out "second chance", "wipe her memory", and "agent". 

I couldn't put the puzzle together, so I'd kill the two with perfectly aimed knives to the throat to avenge the mighty Storm, and then continue on the original mission of tracking down my parent's killer. 

I rose, turning to face the archer.

“YOU KILLED HER!!!!! YOU KILLED HER!!!!!!”  I screamed. “I”M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!” There was no fear in his eyes. He didn’t even draw his bow.

I advanced toward the man, summoning a swirl of ice blades, each six inches long, sparkling like diamonds, and needle sharp. His hazel eyes showed the slightest bit of fear. He didn't look at me, but looked behind my shoulder. I didn't turn.

The cloud of ice swirled above my head as I prepared to lodge them into the man's chest, to kill him.

"Damn." I gasped quietly. One of my blades nicked me on the wrist, leaving a tiny cut, but managing to draw blood. 

But just as I released the crystals, I felt a sharp pinch in my collarbone. My vision went black, and I collapsed.

I awoke in a white room, in a hospital bed. My head throbbed, and my vision was slightly blurry.

"It was all a dream, Harmony," I say out loud. My voice is hoarse. "It was all a dream. Melody's alive, your parents are alive, there's nothing to worry about"

I see a small cut on my wrist. In my dream I cut myself with a blade of ice on accident.  I have a split lip where my attacker punched me in my dream. 

"That wasn't a dream." I sob. 

A door opens.

“Glad to see you’re awake,” a man’s voice said. I couldn’t see the source.

I squinted, and the man turned up to be right in front of me. He was African American, with a trench coat and weirdly, an eyepatch.

“Who the heck are you?” I asked.

“My name is Nick Fury. You were in a terrible accident. What do you remember?”

I gave this Nick Fury dude an evil grin. I summoned a snowball that hovered an inch above my outspread palm. His one eye goes wide.

“Everything.”