This is my first fiction work. I want to learn to write better so I accept any kind of constructive criticism about the plot and English grammar and vocabulary. English is not my mother tongue so there may be mistakes. This is about my Ice based character Frost, I couldn't come up with a more creative name :)) I am very good at describing fighting scenes. I find them tedious. :))
Note: There is swearing within the text.
Frost’s origin story
It was pitch dark in the room and Dr. Holliday started to feel uneasy. It was too long since he heard from his associates. Disposing of a body can be a dangerous and not an easy task for an amateur, but they have done so many times that for them it was literally a walk in the park. But that idiot Sullivan hasn’t checked in for 20 hours. The moron is fucking cop for god’s sake. What is taking so long? It is not the first time he has done it. Something must have happened or that idiot forgot his phone again. Anyways I have more pressing matters to attend to than getting frustrated. Like fixing THESE GODDAMMED RUNES. IT SHOULD HAVE WORKED...IT SHOULD HAVE WORKED. Dr Holliday could no longer control his rage and in his outburst thrashed his documents from his desk. Sighing, he put his head in the desk and grabbed his hair with hands. Maybe tomorrow he could get a through the university’s files and pick a new candidate. The candidate must have been soiled somehow, but he checked and made sure that was no the case. Who knows? Maybe it was not to be this time. The FUCKING 62nd attempt.
The silence in the and room and his train of thoughts were interrupted a buzz. It was his phone. Then, the phone buzzed again. He finally puller his strength and lifted his head. He took the phone from his pocket and opened his messages. The light from his phone illuminated his face revealing a deep frowning lines on his aged face. There a single sentence that perturbed him again and rekindled his rage.
I am cold.
Idiot! What took you so long? Do you think that your job is the hard part? Try to translate the same DAMMED text again!
Holliday put the phone on his desk, but then it buzzed again. He checked his phone sighing and read the message.
Doctor, I am cold!
What is wrong with this idiot? I am in no mood for jokes.
What are you? A CHILD! I am not in the mood for your stupid jokes!
The reply came shortly after that and then another.
I AM SO COLD!
How are you feeling tonight, Doctor Holliday?
I have missed you. It was so dark down there and…
COLD.
Mister policeman thinks that too.
An attachment was sent with the message. Holliday froze. He was feeling uneasy. He opened the attachment and a shiver came over him. There was photo of Sullivan’s pale body impaled on a tree. And then another message came.
He is so cold and alone. Wouldn’t you like to join him?
There was another attachment sent this time. He opened the attachment. This time it was someone else. It was Jake. His body was on his bed, half dressed, pale and with his mouth opened. His tongue lips showed a nuance of white. He looked like he had died from hypothermia. His extremities showed frostbites. The are around his neck looked the most strangely. There was a weird shade of purple like in victims of strangulation and there were marks that resembled fingers around that area.
That was impossible. He has seen Jake around the campus two hours ago. He glanced again at the picture. That resembled a campus bed. The killer was on campus. He started to panic. His counseling office was just 10 minutes away. Holliday felt like his stomac was churning. Who would be so stupid to attack them? He was a dammed lieutenant in the Circle of Thornes, the biggest branch in Paragon City. He could crush any wannabe, unexperience mage. Those idiots, Sullivan and Jake, were just weak initiates. And like the WEAK initiates they were, they died like flies. He is a paragon, a moster of the occult with knowledge amased over thirty years within the Circle.
The phoned buzzed again interrupting his confidence boost.
Knock. Knock. Guess who is at the door?
The doorknobed turned and the door was opening with a slow screech allowing the light from the hallway to slowly penetrate into the room. Dr. Holliday froze in place. His built confidence just died. It was like he was seeing a ghost. But the ritual failed, he thought to himself. NO! They checked the vitals.
“What’s the matter, Doctore?” asked a calm voice.
The air in the air chilled. Then with a sudden move grom the right hand throw a cold mist in the direction of Dr.. He dodged that just in time. And jumped out the window in the courtyard of the University. There was no a single soul in sight. The night was chillier than usual. He turned towards the window and waited. Waited for the enemy to get out in his range of vision so he could attack with his spells. Nothing happened. He was alert and trying to make use of his senses the best he could during the night. Nothing was happening. A mist was forming in the courtyard. This wasn’t a spell of his enemy, but certainly had something to with his attacker. Not a natural phenomen for an autumn night. The mist was turning into a fog. His ears pitched something from his left in the fog. He dodged again just in time and notice several ice bolts in the place where he was standing earlier. His uttarance made a bright wave appeard pushing away the fog and objects within the area. But he felt like his legs are stuck in place and cold. His legs were covered in thick layer of ice as well as an area of about 6 or 7 seven meters around him. When had this happened? The cold fog has done this to him, but now the fog has nearly dispersed. The ice begin to spread from his feet upwards. He kept heating his body with fiery hands, but the ice was faster and fo soon found himself covered in ice up the neck. His body was shivering uncontrolably. The hypothermia must be settling in, he thought. His teeth were now chattering.
From the foggy trees emerged the figure of a woman. She was covered dirt and dry blood. She didn’t look so dead to him now. She looked him in the eyes and said:
“What’s the matter, Dr. Holliday? Are you having a panic attack or a nervous breakdown? Or perhaps are you cold?” she asked mockingly.
“Poor litlle Dr. Holliday! What were those pills you prescribed for anxienty? I keep forgetting their names. But they sure take you in happy place! Like where they sent me.”
“You were such a conversationalist So chatty! It’s the thick layer of ice on your mouth such a trouble?” she taunted him while pacing around.
“I was thinking of coming to our last session. I have to admit it was quite difficult coming here from the that whole in the fround, where your little cultist threw me. But you know me. I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” she paused and sighed.
“Let me tell about MY LAST 48 HOURS!”she paused again, “After our short session on Friday, I woke tied up in your little rustic and not so tacky, full of occult sings. Man, the interior designer must have had a blast when you showed him the designs to your little horror shithole.”
She stopped pacing and stoped to gasp for air placing her on the chest.
“I am not used to talking so much or talking at all.”said in a quiet voice.
“I TRUSTED YOU! YOU WERE MY FUCKING COUNSELLOR!” she turned to him shouting.
“I WAS ALONE IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY AND CITY...AND...AND..YOU TOOK ADVANGE OF ME!”
“How stupid I must have looke to you! The perfect victim!”
“When I saw Jake there, I realized he was the one scounting for lonely, slightly antisocial girls with anxiety problems. You know, the kind that won’t be in the media for too long! So tell me this Doctor, how do you get over remebering people stabbing you repeteatly and waking up half dead near skeletons or rotting corpses?” she asked while inclining her head slightly. After pucking her lips and looking disriented up she continued:
“You know what? I am so tired of everything!” she pressed her hands on her face and move over her eyes and than her forehead.
“Anyways..thank you for opening my eyes! And thanks for the superpowers! I guess they where an accident on your part, but I sure do like them.”she paused again.
“And thank you for ruining my life! I know I can’t stay here anymore. I recognized one of the cloaked figures that night. He was Agent Night. Who would have guessed? Hero by day and murderous cultist by night. He is not the only friend you have in high places, right?” she asked like she was expecting an answer.
“Well, three out of ten is still good for now. Don’t worry! I’ll come for the others later. For now let’s just finish this!”
She approached him and placed her hand on his head. She froze him in a block of ice. Well, this was a bit anticlimatic, she thought. There is one place where she could go. One that would provide her with the tools and information to kill every single bastard that was present that night. And why not make a fortune as well.
“To Mercy Islands it is!”
