Jack- Martin Winter Blast

  “There!” Cohen shouted, leaping with excitement. “As she arches her back and howls and spreads her fingers! Now! Freeze her! Just point at her and freeze her right there!”

  Martin stretched out his arm and willed the plasmid to emanate from his fingers—he felt the chill of it passing out of him, saw ice crystals shimmering in the air in front of his hand. Suddenly, the fire around the dying woman was snuffed out.

  She was instantly frozen solid, her eyeless sockets—the flame had melted her eyes—filling with pockets of crushed ice. Her mouth agape around a chunk of ice, her singed-away hair replaced by icicles …

  Martin felt a wave of nausea pass through him. He was starting to see that this was real. These people were real …

  Cohen vanished, teleporting—then reappearing near Blinken. Who was just starting to crack out of his ice cocoon.

  “As soon as he breaks out, when he opens his mouth to shout at us—freeze him!” Cohen ordered. “Freeze him solid!”

  At least that would end the man’s terror, Martin thought. The thought making him feel sick in itself. This is real …

  He emanated the entropic power of Winter Blast—and the plasmid quickly froze the man through and through. And Martin shuddered, as if he was frozen himself.

- Bioshock: Rapture, chapter 13