locketofyourhair | [Fic] Typical Prison Story (Crystal Frost/Tuppy Terror, R)

Typical Prison Story
600+ | Crystal Frost/"Tuppy Terror" (Crystal Frost/M'gann M'rozz) | R

unbeta'ed; for kink_bingo: temperature play. trigger warning for rape; serial killer thoughts

Crystal freezes Tuppy’s head first. She’s seen enough psychics to know that if you freeze that part first, they’re probably going to be out for the count. She likes to do this slow, even if there isn’t really time. Icicle wants to get them through the wall, out of the prison, and she gets that.

But this is one of the good guys. It’s so rare that one of them just falls into her lap like this. She looks at Tuppy’s pretty blond hair and she wonders what it really looks like.

“Frost,” one of the girls says, and she has to look away from the bitch, freezing the wall again. The stone groans under the thick layer of ice. She wants to play with the girl again. Killing that guard wasn’t nearly as satisfying as killing Tuppy will be.

Crystal decides that when she gets out of here, she’s going to find the real Tuppy and kill her too. She wants to be able to tell Tuppy what she did to the superhero that looked like her. She’ll just need to get the brat seperated from her brother.

Like that’s hard.

“Go,” she says, and she turns back to Tuppy’s body. She freezes her hands now, just in case she wants to do that wavy thing again. There will be none of that.

She uses a bit of ice to slice open the front of Tuppy’s jump suit. She can already see the goosebumps where her skin is exposed. She’s only wearing a thin white t-shirt under the jumpsuit and that seems stupid now. Whoever this is, and Crystal will find out because she likes knowing the superheroes that she’s put under, she’s not smart.

Crystal uses a bit more ice, spreading it over Tuppy’s exposed skin, over her neck. Tuppy is still in there, still aware. She hasn’t suffocated under the ice, and Crystal likes that. She likes a girl with staying power.

“Can you scream?” she asks, and freezes Tuppy’s legs, her thighs. Tuppy is shaking, and it’s adorable. She knows she’s going to die.

She’s careful with her ice when it touches Tuppy’s crotch, trying to slide the ice through her clothing to the heated skin below. She doesn’t want to expose her yet; she wants Tuppy to realize that it’s coming. She can tell it’s working when Tuppy lurches, twitching, and her body spasms over and over again. She’s a doll on a wire.

She uses ice to cut that part of the jumpsuit open too. Tuppy’s panties are the same grey white as everything else here, and Crystal leans down to breath against them, delighting in the way Tuppy shakes again.

“I suppose you wish you weren’t alive in there,” she says, cocking her head to the side. “If I ran you through, would you survive that?”

“Frost,” the girls call again, and they’re not looking at her. Cowards. She freezes the wall again, as quickly as she can, because she still wants to play. She wants to shove her ice into Tuppy’s body as hard as she can. She wants it to be sharp and cold, and she wants to fuck her with it, making it sharper against the heat of her body. She wants to see her bleed and die.

Except there’s a shattering sound behind her, and the bitch is getting up, slowly, unsteady. Her skin is still so perfectly creamy. She’s not blue at all. The skin is a fake. That’s good to know.

“Oh, Tuppy,” she says sadly as Tuppy tries to raise her hands. She’s so unsteady, so weak. This is a mercy, really, and Crystal hates all mercy.

But she has to do it. She flings a torrent of ice onto Tuppy, layer after layer until she knows that the girl is dead, until she knows that her heart can’t be beating.

She should concentrate on the wall anyway. She can always play with Tuppy’s body at another time.