The Iceman

Chapter 16 - here comes the cold

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This is purely a work of fiction. Not meant to offend or incite, but to entertain and (maybe) inspire.

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HERE COMES THE COLD

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'It's not real' said Cruz. Her brown hair swayed sedately to the serene winds as she took a seat beside an unmoving, horse-red pool of blood, I walked through the dark ether each step taking me towards her regardless of the direction I turned. In a blink I found myself sitting next to her, my feet submerged in the warm blood it was akin to taking a summer-time late afternoon dip in a shallow pool of lukewarm water, only the water was blood and the sun didn't shine. She smiled at me, offering me the lit cigarette she had been taking puffs from, rubbing my face as she did. I knew this was all a dream, but it looked no different from all the others I've been having recently, very much so. I took the cigarette and let her fingers rub against my face, I realized how much I missed her.

'You're playing with her, @#*&*%. You're not really in love' she spoke softly, leaning in to embrace me. 'You're just waiting for the hype of it all to die down, that's why you haven't told her the truth yet. When this high you're on wears off, you'll let her know that it wasn't love, just a curious interest you've taken to the novelty of an innocent selfless affection directed at you.'

I shifted uncomfortably at the fact that my true name was still unmentionable and that a part of me locked away deep was agreeing with her words. 'You know it's true.' She whispered to my soul.

'No it's not Cruz, I really do lov—' she put a finger on my lips, stopping my words.

'You keep repeating it to yourself over and over again just to try convincing yourself that it's true. Why lie to yourself when you can't even say the words?'

'I love ...' I began, but got lost halfway in thought. What the hell was I doing?

'No, one. Absolutely no one, not even yourself, I know you @#*&%, you were the worst; the devil – the monster amongst the beasts. Don't pretend to be something else. It is who you are, why deny it now!? You don't love her, you're just grateful to her for standing up for you.

She sighed, lovingly c.a.r.e.s.sing my cheeks "You'll just string her along and break her, or she'll get caught up in your shit and then she's going to die. You know it, so put a stop to it while there's still time don't f**k around and forget who you are or what you do best; You raise hell, not f**k around with this cringy, teenage puppy love sh!t. You don't get to do that shit, you don't deserve it.' She said finally, her body fading away into the darkness that now encompassed everything.

What the hell was I really doing? Was I actually pretending to be in love, acting as the hero and being a good guy? Or am I just confused?

I don't know. Maybe Cruz is right about how I feel, maybe that's the real reason why I can't say it out loud. I wasn't the good guy, never claimed to be, not after all the shit I've done. My body may be new, but my soul was soiled, maybe I didn't even deserve this chance I got. But so f**king what? I may not be a saint but that won't stop me from doing right and putting wicked f.u.c.kers exactly where they belong. I may also not have the capacity for true love ...but…. well f**k, I have nothing to say to that. It is who I am, and maybe I'll never be able to change it. It never bothered me, and it probably never will.

I'm not going to sit around and mope about things beyond my control. I don't do edgy. I had Cruz for an inner demon, that was edgy enough. What I need is to set my priorities straight and figure out what was truly going on with me, oh, I also had an alien dictator to kill.

I grabbed her soft hand which rested peacefully on my cheek. And I pushed it away. "F**k off" I said, plunging a blade of ice deep into her c.h.e.s.t. Green blood soiled the pristine crystalline edges, a short gasp of pain appeared on her face which twisted up in agony. I dug my arm deeper into the gaping wound, spreading ice into all the vital organs. And like a broken mirror the macabre scene faded, bringing me back to reality. Currently impaled on my arm was a pale green alien adorned in silver armor and a distinct helmet made up of blue diamonds, frozen frigid. A trail of frozen green blood lined the length of my arm.

I looked around the majestic hall, finding it in pristine condition with the bodies of S.W.O.R.D agents slumped disorderly around me as though they had been swept up by an unstoppable tide of unconsciousness. And standing before me was a group of stunned Break-Worlders. These ones looked different from their muscular counterparts that I had dealt with until recently. They were slimmer, adorned with jewelry on top of their silver armors, but the most distinct difference was the headgear they wore – red diamonds. A large piece of hollowed out ruby colored crystals. They staggered back upon meeting my gaze. Some gathered their wits and stared heatedly at me, I felt the surging mental waves that continually tried slamming into my mind. They all collapsed upon collision with the massive wall that protected my mindscape. A migraine was beginning to bud in my head. It was all I needed to jog my memory.

We had been separated into groups to attack the palace after making use of the liberated StrongArm's —General Orund's central ship – weapons systems to decimate the palace's defenses. Granting us access, Mindee went with Brand towards the weapons control center, and I went with some agents towards the palace's interior, we were going to bring the so called ruler of this planet – Powerlord Kruun in, dead or alive. When these thin f**kboys came out of the walls and mind blasted everyone to oblivion. The guy currently frozen on my arm was the leader of the new Augurs, the Powerlord disposed of the old ones.

I dashed the cold body on my arm to the floor, shattering it into a thousand pieces of frozen flesh and raw tissue. The disgusting scent of green blood lingered in the air and over my arm.

"How dare you lay your filthy earthworld hands on the lord Augur!! You insolent cur, face your doom" one of the bastards interrupted my line of thought, as he paced towards me sending massive waves of psionic attacks aimed at my mind, further increasing the intensity of my already painful headache.

"F**k you" I said, sending an ice lance through her mouth, impaling her to tiled floors. She convulsed in agony right as I sent another through her abdomen. A green fluid steadily pooled around her lifeless body. I was annoyed at the fact that these aliens had managed to trap me in an illusion no matter how short it was. At the fact that they still stood before me with varying expressions ranging from rage to fear. At the fact that most of the agents around me would never return to their families again. No I wasn't annoyed, I was angry.

I swallowed the boiling anger, letting it turn as cold as my crystal heart instead. My eyes turned to the Breakworlders, I swiped my arm lazily causing them to flinch back.

VipVipvipvipvipvip

A massive barrage of razor sharp, crystal blades shot through the air, biting into the flesh of the augurs. Screams, soul chilling screams rang through the passage as I made their deaths as painful as possible. They begged, I turned a deaf ear. And when everything turned silent save for the constant drip of blood, I sent a mighty blast of cold energy that disturbed the grim serenity, turning the massive golden doors into nothing but useless pieces of frozen metal chunks.

The Throne room lay before me, I took a step into it.

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…..BONJOUR! MOI AMIGOS AND AMIGERETTES!!

I am on my knees apologizing for my prolonged absence.

I got a job (man's gotta eat) and it's been taking all of my time. But damn, I couldn't stop thinking about writing. Every day spent without putting the metaphoric pen to the page left me somewhat unsatisfied and unfulfilled. And I think I got it now.

I love this shit, I fell in love with writing these works of fictions, and I love how you people immersed yourselves in the imaginative worlds and scenerios I had conjured up.

I could never go back to just sitting by and not putting my ideas down for you all to share in.

I guess what I'm really trying to say is. I appreciate having all of you around to enjoy these humble works of mine. And I love making these humble works.

Thank you for sticking around this long. I sincerely appreciate your loyalty and support.

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