CHAPTER 3

Pyromelter (now in Coldfusion’s body) was being taken away in a van to the SVCA regional headquarters for questioning then after that was going to be transferred by ship, to SVCA’s super high defense prison, Obsidiandite Super Villain Prison. As Pyromelter was being driven to the headquarters for questioning. He was thinking deep in thought about what to do, or how to get to his body. All he could think of was a blinding light followed by an explosion. The next thing he knew he was in Coldfusion’s body.

It took about two and half hours to get to the SVCA’s headquarters. He was taken into a neutralizing room where supervillain powers couldn’t be used. He sat in the room with four guards. Two were by the door with rifles with tranquilizing darts in case he tried to make a run for it. To other guards, bigger, more muscular, and meaner looking stood at either side of him. Pyromelter kept thinking to himself how or what he was going to do to get out of this mess. Suddenly, the door to the neutralizing room opened. Standing in the doorway was the SVCA’s meanest, baddest, smartest agent. “Mr. Flinch” is what people in the agency called him.

Mr Flinch had a reputation for making it hardcore villains break down into wimpy little crybabies. Pyromelter had seen him do it too. It was not a pretty experience. Mr. Flinch was a man in his early fifties. He had white spiky hair, tan skin, a scar that went down over his left eye that was a claw mark. His eyes were the dark as burning coal. He had muscles that made the two guards standing next to Pyromelter look like they’d get second and third in an arm-wrestling contest between the three. He stood there looking at Pyromelter, as if he were looking into his soul.

“So Coldfusion you were up to freezing the entire city’s water works unless you got fifty million in ransom for it”. Said Mr. Flinch. “You were so close, so close, NOT…”, said Mr Flinch. Pyromelter was about to speak when Mr. Flinch put his hand up to cut off Pyromelter from what he was about to say. Mr. Flinch then said “The only one who will be doing the talking is me and only me until you told otherwise, do you understand Coldfusion”. Pyromancer nodded in agreement.

Two hours passed with the questioning, Pyromelter was getting very nervous of the situation. Mr. Flinch was beginning to lose his patience with Pyromelter. “So”, said Mr. Flinch. “Still unwilling to give up your secrets”. Said Mr. Flinch, as he raised an eyebrow. “No more mister nice guy. Well if you are not going to give up your secrets, then I’ll guess I will have to force them from you”, said Mr. Flinch in a harsh tone.

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“Take him to the brain abstractor”, said Mr. Flinch.

Pyromelter gulped at the response. He had heard horrid stories of the brain abstractor. Many of the main line stream super villains who put up a fight with Mr. Flinch, never were the same again coming out after brain abstraction. The brain abstractor went through every single memory and thought a villain had. By the time the process was over, they would have felt stripped and violated of their conscience. They were never left the same again.

Pyromelter was dragged to the brain abstractor room. The machine was basically an old electric chair fitted with a monitor to see the broadcast thoughts. The room had a lot of recording equipment, discs labeled with many super villain’s names on carts with noted plans. Which were stored in a thick heavy vault safe with a lot of nasty traps if anyone tried to steal anything. Some had a villain’s main fears, weaknesses, memories, etc.

The room may have been small but was one of the buildings’ most protected and secured rooms. It was fitted with ten feet of reinforced armor-plated steel, with motion detectors, high powered lasers that could cut people in half, alarms, and many other security parameters. It even had its own backup generator in case of power failure. It was guarded round the clock 24/7. Only certain individuals had special access to use the room for the valuable information stored in the vault of the super villain information.

Pyromelter began to plead saying somehow his mind had been swapped as they began to strap him into the brain abstractor. Mr. Flinch had a cold smile and began to mock Pyromelter. “My mind has been switched with someone else, please do not due this…”, mocked Mr. Flinch sarcastically. As the final straps had been placed. Mr. Flinch gave him one cold hard stare that would have meant possibly, having fun.

The main technician began to power the machine. His colleagues adjusted dials, levers, switches, buttons to their standard places to abstract Coldfusion’s brain. (Author’s Note: Pyromelter is still in the mind of Coldfusion, but the thoughts and memories of Coldfusion are still present in the mind). Mr. Flinch gave the order to start the abstraction. Right as the machine was going to start the room suddenly lost power, even the backup generator had been killed…