49 Chapter 49

It looks like my rod is already biting.

- Get out of the car. She said irritably.

I silently and calmly left it and was led by force into the forest. After about twenty meters I was pinned to a tree. And not for the purpose that one might think. She lifted me by the armpits a little up, so that our eyes were on the same level and froze me to the tree.

- Now I will ask questions. And based on the answers, I will decide to leave you life and health, or on you I can practice in the execution of my revenge on Freeze and Captain Cold.

I think I know where the wind is blowing from ...

- Okay. I will answer your questions very honestly. Just don't be so nervous. Anger does not suit you. You are quite nice when you are calmer and smiling. Kha ...

Louise's fist stopped my speech. Suddenly. Still, it seems she does not sympathize with me that much ...

- Silence! I'm talking here!

I nod obediently accepting her rules of the game.

-"Heck! What am I doing?!" - I send her a phrase. "You don't have to be so rude. You shouldn't be so rude with him. He's not such a goat like the rest of the men. "

- Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! - she grabbed her head. - Heck! Okay. Sorry, I was a little nervous. So, as I said before, I will ask questions, and you answer! Got it?

- Yes!

- Okay. So…

I didn't hear what she said. A sharp disgusting noise in the ears began, and everything began to blur before my eyes. This is the side effect of using the ring.

At the last moment before the cut, I saw the surprised and even rather absent-minded face of Killer-Frost.

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I came to myself no longer in the forest. For I did not see the sky or the trees, and before my eyes was a white ceiling.

Hospital - I thought. But I was wrong.

Turning my head to one side, I realized that I was in some unknown room, that I had any goals, but by no means medical. I was tied to the bed hand and foot with straps. Like I'm a lunatic in a mental hospital. In addition to the bed in my "room" there were a couple of chairs in the other side and a table that was filled with a bunch of drugs, syringes and even some medical devices that I had seen for the first time.

- And where the fuck am I? I asked wearily.

At least six hours have passed since my cut, judging by the alerts from the system. During this time, my level of relations with Killer-Frost went up and down, but now they are at the level of 300.

Literally ten minutes after I woke up, Frost came to see me.

She was no longer dressed in her tight swimsuit schoolgirls from Japan, but in a white medical coat, and her hair was styled in a hairstyle that reminded me of the standard hairstyle of teachers from the Soviet era - a "ball". Only glasses are not enough.

- Woke up? That's good. You don't have to inject a bunch of stimulants.

- Why did I pass out? What happened? I asked her, although I really knew the answer.

- I cannot give an answer to this question. Because I do not know. Your nose started bleeding abruptly in the forest and you passed out. I brought you here and checked, but I did not find any deviations in you.

- And let me ask you what this place is?

- My secret laboratory.

- Well, yes, you seem to be a scientist once ...

- And now too. I just have to get money for my research by robbery.

- I see.

- And now. - she pulled one of the chairs to me and sat down on it with her legs crossed ... but she does not wear underwear. - You will answer my questions. First: who are you?

- Um. Isaac Dinklage, Gotham City Police Officer, twenty-three, single ...

- Not that nonsense. I have already learned this without you ... - and where does this awareness come from? "… I'm wondering why you survived my kiss. Everyone I kiss is dying of frostbite of internal organs. In this case, they themselves turn into icicles.

- Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. To be honest, I really don't know what you're talking about. I'm an ordinary guy. The truth is that I survived after that, then most likely it's luck.

- I don't believe in luck and coincidence. I'm a scientist. And I only believe in facts. I checked your body while you were unconscious, took tests and ... they showed nothing. You are no different from the common man in the world. Nothing. And this is weird. I even specifically tested you for magic. But your body didn't respond to one curious artifact that could determine it. You are a mystery to me.

- Well, I think every man should be a little mysterious to please a beautiful girl. And I see I succeeded. Now I have the opportunity to talk to you in a more pleasant atmosphere, and not with an icicle at the throat.

- Do you think that now being chained to a bed and being next to a psychopath, which can kill you at any moment, is a more pleasant environment?

- Well yes. I really don't think you want to kill me that badly. And you cannot be called a psychopath.

- Hmm. And why can't I be called a psychopath.

- You are a broken man. - Her eyes widened, but she did not say anything, and in the meantime I continued. "You consider yourself a monster. You hate yourself for something. I'm more than sure the police don't know your whole story and why you became the way you are now. But I know one thing for sure, it has nothing to do with the abilities that you have. Rather, it aggravates your situation in socialization, separates you from ordinary life even more. But take her away and you won't be any different from an ordinary Gotham woman. You have your fears, your own hatred, your desires. And you can't get away from them. They haunt you and haunt you. You run from them, but you cannot run away. They always follow you and always catch up, causing more suffering ... You have a personality disorder. As you know, this is a special mental state of a person in which a person differs significantly from the average person in terms of how they think, perceive, feel and relate to others. The main changes are visible in how a person feels, feels and experiences interaction with the environment, distorted ideas about other people. And all this leads to "strange" reactions in her behavior, which can be expressed as mild and perceived by others as a characterological feature, or can have a more severe course, which can lead to antisocial behavior and pose a danger to others.