When Hell Runs Cold

Chapter Eight

Alysia glanced around the hospital waiting room, frowning when she saw a woman sob as a surgeon told her, what Alysia presumed, was bad news. She sighed, slumping down into her seat in the waiting room seat.

Stella didn't have any enemies. She was one of the sweetest people she knew, aside from April. As a single mother and nurse who volunteered whenever she had time, she was the kind of person to have no enemies.

A wave of unease bubbled in the pit of her stomach. The feeling of dread compared to the feeling one felt when they were going on a rollercoaster, right before the big drop.

Stella didn't fit the killer's type. She was tall, had black hair, and dark brown eyes. Alysia glanced around the hospital once more, letting out a short breath.

Okay, maybe Nathan was right. Maybe this was about her.

She played over each heist in her head, trying to think of any possible way that her identity could've been figured out. The only one who knew her identity was Nathan, who had wind powers, not ice.

He wouldn't give out her identity, because she knew his.

A hand wrapped around her upper arm, pulling her up from her seat. Alysia glared at the familiar blue eyes, digging her heels into the ground.

"We need to talk." Nathan said, easily dragging her out of the waiting room.

Speak of the devil.

"We did talk, and I said no!" She hissed, attempting to karate-chop his arm away, groaning when his iron grip didn't break. "What?"

He released her arm once they made their way out of the hospital.

She crossed her arms, glaring at the man, watching him lean against the white, brick, exterior of the hospital. "What do you want?"

"Do you really still think that this isn't about you?" Nathan inquired.

"I told you, I'm saying no to your proposal. We're not getting married, Nathan. This whole relationship is going too fast for me." She put her hands up in a surrendering motion, a slight smirk making its way onto her face.

He rolled his eyes. "Are you incapable of being serious?"

She put on a straight face, uncrossing her arms. "I'm fully capable. I just don't like you, and I said no. Me being on a team or whatever with you could put me more at risk."

Nathan let out a sigh. "You're clearly the intended target. And there would be two of us, and one of him."

"I know basic ma-"

Alysia let out a cry of pain as Nathan tackled her to the ground, the pair tumbling down the few concrete stairs. "Ow!" she exclaimed, pushing Nathan off of her. "What the hell, Carstairs?"

He pulled her up by the forearm again, and that's when she saw it.

The giant icicle that would've pierced her if Nathan hadn't pushed her out of the way.

"Come on we need to go." Nathan muttered, tugging her arm.

Alysia didn't resist this time, allowing him to pull her along to his car.

***

Alysia looked around Nathan's base, taking in details she hadn't noticed during the last time she was here.

Nearly everything was black. The chair, the computer set up, what she assumed was the training area. It was all black. They were underground, in a secret hatch in one of the empty warehouses that the Carstairs owned.

Nathan handed her a glass of whiskey, which she cautiously took a sip of. Alysia sat atop the desk next to where Nathan's computer sat.

Taking another sip of whiskey, Alysia finally spoke, breaking the silence the pair had sat in for the past ten minutes. "So what exactly is your grand plan, Carstairs?"

"Well unfortunately you have zero training. Which means that I'll have to waste my time training you."

She let out a humorless chuckle. "Well good luck with that. I tried to use my powers again, but well, I failed." She downed the rest of her whiskey, sighing at the burning sensation in her throat and chest.

"What the hell did you use your powers for?"

"Will you relax? I was just trying to cook a chicken. No need to get so triggered. And I said that I failed!" She placed the glass on the desk, before crossing her legs. "If you're worried if I turned someone into human roast, don't worry. It was kind of gross, anyways."

Nathan rolled his eyes, something he had seemed to be doing a lot around Alysia.

"Good. I don't want to clean up another one of your messes."

"What do you mean 'clean up my mess'? I've never made you clean up my mess."

"Who do you think got rid of the Luddington car? You bled all over it, you would've gotten caught." Nathan leaned forward.

"That would've been more convenient for you, wouldn't it? I mean, I wouldn't have found out your identity." Alysia made eye-contact with him, trying to decipher any emotion in his face.

"Like I said, you're a good asset to have."

She decided to finally ask the question that had been bugging her for a while. "How did you even know who I was?"

"You bled when we fought at my parents' house. I'm rich, I have the resources to find out someone's identity." He explained, finishing his whiskey and setting his glass next to hers. "Don't act so shocked, Alysia. I'm a Carstairs."

Alysia rolled her eyes. "Don't you usually leave all the big super villains to Blitz while you deal with or murder the corrupt businesss people?"

Nathan shot her a look. "I don't 'leave all the big supervillains to Blitz', I just happen to be out of town whenever they show up. And Mr. Fun-killer decides to take all the fun away from me."

"Boohoo." Alysia muttered sarcastically, rolling her eyes at the man. "I've joined your weird one man team thing, so now what? We just go after Frostbite and hope for the best?"

"We're going to train."

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