SKATING ON THIN ICE CAN GET YOU IN HOT WATER.

Even with these...D.U.P agents running around looking for people with super powers. How they hadn’t caught him yet-he would never know. But thankfully there was snow on the ground, making his life just a little more bearable. He could actually feel comfortable walking places! 

He turned the corner and entered the butcher shop he had gotten used to going to. The owner was a ‘conduit sympathizer’ whatever that meant. But he always had allowed Evan to run and hide in the back if the dups were on his tail. Not only that but the man had dragged him into the huge walk in freezer to save Evan’s life on more than one occasion. 

He entered the store and he had to admit he was a little surprised when he didn’t hear the owner greet him right away. The man was hardly ever away from the counter. Evan shrugged it off, thinking that he had just gone to the back to get more meat. But upon closer inspection there was plenty in stock up front. 

Evan pulled out his knife slowly from his belt and walked into the back. His eyes darting around nervously as he progressed. 

“Hey, Tyler you back here brother?” He asked,knowing full well it wasn’t the brightest idea to reveal his presence. 

Not only that but he was already starting to sweat a bit from the hear. Sure it wasn’t hot inside but it wasn’t below freezing. The longer he stayed here the worse it would get. The sooner he found Tyler the better. But around the time he thought that he noticed it...the trail of blood leading behind the machines and a pair of feet sticking out from behind it. 

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Evan was trying his best to hold off screaming anymore at the pain. He was trying to endure it, maybe it would end sooner for him. He wouldn’t die like a coward begging and screaming as his own abilites snuffed him out. Or at least that’s what he was trying to do. tears would begin streaming down his face before freezing and falling on the snow below as perfect crystal shaped ice. 

 He tried his best to breath even when he thought he felt one of the spikes hit his shoulder bone. His breath hitched partially from the pain and also from that familiar voice he heard over the snow. 

He looked up slowly, shock overcoming him as Alex came to his aid. The spikes were pretty easy to break off considering their were the width of a needle. His skin had a thin layer of ice against his skin still as he was pulled out of the snow and into the warm house.  

 His abilities continued, only this time leaving a trail of frost where his feet were dragging before the frost would slowly melt. Evan attempted to just breath, forgetting for a moment about the consiquences of being somewhere warm for to long. It felt warm…cozy even in this house. 

 His eyes scanned the room tiredly as he tried to calm down. His skin a bright blue and parts of his skin was chapped from the cold. But it was nice feeling the icicles melting out of his hands. Ice moved over the wounds once again. He couldn’t heal very quickly if at all and the ice was the only thing keeping him from bleeding to death in some areas. 

“Alex…am I dreaming?” He asked softly, the letter he had gotten at the science facility had told him clearly that Vincent was the only one left. Unless that Mr.H person lied to him. All this trip had given him was confusion and pain- he almost thought the cell he woke up in was better than this time being awake while his powers were apparently trying to kill him. 

“This letter I found said you and Jeff were…” He began before shutting up, maybe this was him seeing things. After all he had gone through a ton of pain just now. Maybe he was still out there dying. 

“Hey Evan… You don’t look too good.” Alex could only offer a smile, he didn’t know what to do here. The ice looked like it was coming from Evan, and he figured that was probably important. His head spun in thought as he let Evan down on the couch, and he tried to work out what to do from here. “Wait here,” Were the brief instructions given before he hurriedly walked off, though shortly came back with an ice cold glass of water. The ice was definitely coming from Evan. “Uhm, yeah. It’s a long story. I’ll explain later.” He replied to the notion of he and his brother being dead - technically very true. “What I’m more worried about is you, Ev. Are you making this ice? I’ll uh, I’ll get you some bandages. Uhm… Yeah.” He wet his lip before he jogged off to get medical supplies. Hopefully that’d help Evan get some concise information out.

“Heh, yeah I don’t doubt it.” He admitted as he was taken to the couch. It was a lot to admit he needed help and thankfully this time he didn’t. It was clear enough to see that he was in a lot of pain and he was really thankful for Alex right now. 

He did seem a little nervous, however, when Alex went into the kitchen before returning with the glass of water. He drank it quickly not wanting to turn it completely sold before he finished it. He hadn’t had anything to drink for who knew how long. Now that he was calming down a bit the abilities weren’t being hostile towards the host and Evan was just trying to breath. 

Even though the heater wasn’t on Evan felt heat on his skin. He could feel his skin almost feel clammy. He was worried about it but it wasn’t nearly as bad as Vincent’s home was. Evan could stay here a lot longer without worrying about dying as quickly.Not to mention the cold water was also making him last longer now that he was a bit more hydrated. 

He didn’t really talk much more, still in a lot of pain and not completely calmed down. He was still in a lot of pain from his powers turning against him. He whimpered a bit and when Alex began bandaging him he forced a small smile that appeared more like a grimace.

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Evan was back outside- the last few moments of his time with Vincent were strangely fogged over. If it wasn’t for the holes in his hands where ice cold spikes were still obviously sticking out of him he would have assumed it went off without a hitch. Evan grit his teeth and attempted to pull them out but it just caused him to grunt in pain before giving up. It wasn’t worth bleeding to death over. He could always pull them out later. He walked through the snow, it appeared a snow storm was beginning which would cover him from any unwanted eyes. Sadly it also made it more difficult to walk in a straight line. Not that it mattered since he had absolutely no idea where he was going anyway. All he knew was when he turned back there were always ice spikes facing his direction as if stopping him from turning back.  It was frustrating to him! After all he had no idea how to even control these abilities and they seemed to have a mind of their own. As he walked towards one of the hills towards another set of houses Evan slipped. Feeling the ice underneath him and force him foreword. He yelped a bit and tumbled foreword down the slope before falling into a back yard. He whimpered a bit, attempting to get up when his abilities kicked in and the ice spikes began to get larger in the palms of his hands as it dug into the snow and the icey ground below. He sat up and tried to pull his hands out of their place but they hardly budged. He stopped when the pain became to much and he just sat their defeated for a while until he felt it on his back. Ice touching him, almost as sharp as blades, digging slowly into his shoulder blades. It would have been one thing if the pain would have made the icicles stop but it only made them grow faster digging into his skin. At first he attempted to fight harder until the pain became to much and he let out a pained scream. He could feel warm blood dripping down his back before freezing a few inches below where he was being stabbed. “Stop it stop it stop it!” He sobbed, he couldn’t control his abilities and he was stuck being tortured by them until someone helped.

Besides the snowstorm, everything was pretty quiet - Not that Alex had come to expect anything other than quiet. There was no one else in the house… ever. Hell, the entire neighbourhood is eerily silent damn near all the time. There wasn’t anything to do besides sit at the window and watch the whiteness pass by, or pace around the house lamenting the current state of affairs. Neither of which were fun. A change in speed was most welcome, and a change in speed was what happened when a faint shouting came from the backyard. Odd. Naturally, Alex chose to investigate. He gave a quick jog across the house - it sounded pretty urgent - and stuck his face against the glass of the back window in an attempt to determine the source. It wasn’t much help. Not only was it far too snowy outside to actually see anything, what he had seen was seemingly nonsensical and improbable. Well, he supposed it was now or never to scope it out - the noise was definitely emanating from the yard, afterall. The door opened with ease, but slammed back shut with the wind as soon as Alex had gotten outside, which resulted in a jump. Caught him off guard. Two steps out from the door was as far as he was going, for now, and from there in the snow he called out; “Hello? Is anyone– Oh my god!” A wane in the snowfall allowed him to fully see what looked like Evan becoming entrapped within a painful exoskeleton of ice. Without delay he hurried over and immediately made his best efforts to break off the ice and pull Evan out of the snow. “Are you okay? Holy shit Ev.”

Evan was trying his best to hold off screaming anymore at the pain. He was trying to endure it, maybe it would end sooner for him. He wouldn’t die like a coward begging and screaming as his own abilites snuffed him out. Or at least that’s what he was trying to do. tears would begin streaming down his face before freezing and falling on the snow below as perfect crystal shaped ice. 

 He tried his best to breath even when he thought he felt one of the spikes hit his shoulder bone. His breath hitched partially from the pain and also from that familiar voice he heard over the snow. 

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He looked up slowly, shock overcoming him as Alex came to his aid. The spikes were pretty easy to break off considering their were the width of a needle. His skin had a thin layer of ice against his skin still as he was pulled out of the snow and into the warm house.  

 His abilities continued, only this time leaving a trail of frost where his feet were dragging before the frost would slowly melt. Evan attempted to just breath, forgetting for a moment about the consiquences of being somewhere warm for to long. It felt warm...cozy even in this house. 

 His eyes scanned the room tiredly as he tried to calm down. His skin a bright blue and parts of his skin was chapped from the cold. But it was nice feeling the icicles melting out of his hands. Ice moved over the wounds once again. He couldn’t heal very quickly if at all and the ice was the only thing keeping him from bleeding to death in some areas. 

“Alex...am I dreaming?” He asked softly, the letter he had gotten at the science facility had told him clearly that Vincent was the only one left. Unless that Mr.H person lied to him. All this trip had given him was confusion and pain- he almost thought the cell he woke up in was better than this time being awake while his powers were apparently trying to kill him. 

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All Evan remembered was waking up in some cell in some sort of science Facility. A frosted over apple was laying next to his hand- being preserved by the layer of ice but it was clear it was old considering a now frozen worm was laying limply half way out of it. It made him sick to his stomach considering he could still taste the sweetness of the apple. 

 Groaning he got to his feet and moved towards the cell door, at first it wouldn’t budge. Panic struck him, had someone kidnapped him? What if they turned on the heater…he wasn’t stupid, he knew what would happen if it got to warm for him. He had flat lined before and he doubted there was any sort of doctor here considering how dirty this place was. A Doctor wouldn’t allow anyone of his patients to deal with this filth.  

 He rummaged through the room and crawled under the bed before finding the key card. Pulling it out with his index finger he slid it easily out from under the bed and began scratching the frost from it. It had a purple rabbit on it and what appeared to be frozen blood plastered on it.Evan felt his heart fly into his throat. He needed to get out of here…immediately. 

 He walked towards the door and slid the card through the machine. Relief flooded him as he heard the soft beep and the door click open. Using his shoulder he opened the door and stumbled out into the dark hallway. The first thing he noted was that it was warmer than he could handle for a long period of time…he needed to get out of the hallway and soon. 

The second thing was the trail of blood that led to another clue. He moved towards it hesitantly before picking the paper up. It was partially covered in still cooling blood. It appeared to be a note that had been shaped like a rabbit- carefully opening it Evan opened it hoping for some sort of answer. 

                                   HEY KID, 

                                               THOUGHT I’D BE NICE TO LET YOU OUT                                                  TO PLAY FOR SOME TIME. MAKE SOME                                                    SNOW ANGELS OR WHATEVER SHIT YOU                                                  ENJOY. AS A SORT OF REWARD FOR                                                        BEING SUCH A GOOD BOY. 

 Vinnie

 Jeff

Alex

VINNIE’S THE ONLY ONE LEFT KID

 MIGHT WANNA GO SEE HIM BEFORE

 SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS TO HIM.

-MR.H

Of course Evan felt his heart continue to beat violently against him. He was almost afraid that if he didn’t calm down his heart would explode out of his chest. He couldn’t stop staring at the letter until he felt the vibration of droplets falling on the paper. He was still in danger…he needed to find the way out. 

With a huff Evan began walking the large warehouse, passed hundreds of dirty cells with all sorts of creatures cowering before him as ice began to snake under his feet before melting into small puddles behind him. He was losing energy and it was getting serious now. 

 Finally he found his way out, a large rusted door. He used the last of his strength to push it open. before him was a large field covered in snow and the town Vinnie lived in was below. Slowly he struggled to move. Feeling the ice beginning to cover his body again, feeling his strength return. 

He moved slowly in the snow, feeling comfortable now as he began staggering towards town. His skin was a light blue, skin broken in places from the cold. Honestly he looked like a corpse that had been frozen under layers of snow but he felt healthier than he had in a long time. Which was saying something considering he felt like he wasn’t going to be able to walk much further before his dizziness took over and he would need to sit before he vomited. 

 It took a couple hours before he found himself at a familiar door. His hand moved out to the wood barrier as he took a breath. How would his friend even do when he saw him? What would Evan even say to him?? But he had to get answers…he had to see his friend.So after another moment he knocked softly.  

It’s gotta get boring, being on your own for so long. With no one to turn to, to really even talk to. There were always exceptions, cruel, cruel exceptions, but usually you don’t want to talk to someone who could easily kill you without a second thought. It was unnerving as hell, even considering that sort of thing.

He found ways to manage. Whether it was distracting himself with the obnoxious acouasm that rang in his ears nonstop, or the occasional auditory hallucination that drove him up the wall, he found ways to ‘cope’ with the idea of being alone. Although, he was doing a God awful job of actually coping; to put it simply, he wasn’t. Paranoia was a bitch, just like the hundred other things that kept his mind busy, day in and day out.

If he tried hard enough, he could almost hear the others voices. It’d be a helluva lot better if they were real, though, and not just familiar noises he was imagined. At least he knew they weren’t real, right? Not yet, anyway.

Vinny turned the sink on, holding a glass underneath it, waiting, before turning it back off, fingers drumming the countertop briefly. With a half-hearted sigh, he took a swig, then set the cup down, leaning against the counter. His throat burned, and water didn’t seem to do jack. Even so, he still takes another sip, ignoring the slight soreness that came with the effort.

He should really try to find a better pastime that wasn’t doing nothing. It was surprisingly unproductive, and instead of just waiting around for something to happen, it might be a smart idea to go out there and do something. But what could he do, other than possibly just get himself even more fucked over? Well, you could always try to help…. He’d seen how that’d turned out. Though it was really more a matter of not understanding how he could help.

A knock on the door made his body freeze in place. His heart-rate quickened temporarily, mostly from the fear that was pooling in his chest. Slowly, he shifted out of the kitchen, eyeing the door both curiously and unsurely. Either he was hearing things for real, or someone was actually there. He’d much rather have it be him hearing things.

Cautiously, he stalked towards the door, looking through the peephole to make sure it wasn’t anyone that was….unwelcome. At first glance, yes, it looked like it was an unwelcome guest, though he didn’t quite realize that yet. He backs away, contemplating the next move; which, with a quick glance to the knob, he feels there’s only one thing he can do, that wouldn’t guarantee some sort of negative reaction.

He’s careful when opening the door, admittedly feeling sick to his stomach when seeing the other. The words that come out of his mouth aren’t exactly thought through, and when he says them, he just feels dumb. “You look like shit—” Vinny said distractedly after looking Evan up and down. Quickly, he added under his breath, “No offense.”

He knows it’s not normal to look like that, but he’d definitely seen weirder shit before.

Evan stood in the doorway awkwardly, not feeling the rapid frost biting wind nipping at his body. His fingers went to rub up and down his arm a bit nervously as he waited. Part of him worried Vincent wouldn’t let him in, maybe he would just ignore the knocking and Evan would have to sit out in the cold and wait for some sort of interaction.

But when the door opened Evan looked up at the familiar face and smiled a bit sheepishly. It was true, he did look like shit. After all he was supposed to be dead but instead he was like a god damn ice monster. It was clear to Evan at least since him just standing in the door was creating icicles above their heads.

“You’re preachin to the choir brother.” He said with a laugh, as he looked him over. He looked so warm, the house looked warm- he wanted to be invited in but part of him was nervous about it. He didn’t exactly want to die but maybe if it wasn’t to hot inside he would be ok.

 Groaning he got to his feet and moved towards the cell door, at first it wouldn’t budge. Panic struck him, had someone kidnapped him? What if they turned on the heater...he wasn’t stupid, he knew what would happen if it got to warm for him. He had flat lined before and he doubted there was any sort of doctor here considering how dirty this place was. A Doctor wouldn’t allow anyone of his patients to deal with this filth.  

 He rummaged through the room and crawled under the bed before finding the key card. Pulling it out with his index finger he slid it easily out from under the bed and began scratching the frost from it. It had a purple rabbit on it and what appeared to be frozen blood plastered on it.Evan felt his heart fly into his throat. He needed to get out of here...immediately. 

 He walked towards the door and slid the card through the machine. Relief flooded him as he heard the soft beep and the door click open. Using his shoulder he opened the door and stumbled out into the dark hallway. The first thing he noted was that it was warmer than he could handle for a long period of time...he needed to get out of the hallway and soon. 

The second thing was the trail of blood that led to another clue. He moved towards it hesitantly before picking the paper up. It was partially covered in still cooling blood. It appeared to be a note that had been shaped like a rabbit- carefully opening it Evan opened it hoping for some sort of answer. 

                                   HEY KID, 

                                               THOUGHT I’D BE NICE TO LET YOU OUT                                                  TO PLAY FOR SOME TIME. MAKE SOME                                                    SNOW ANGELS OR WHATEVER SHIT YOU                                                  ENJOY. AS A SORT OF REWARD FOR                                                        BEING SUCH A GOOD BOY. 

 Vinnie

 Jeff

Alex

VINNIE’S THE ONLY ONE LEFT KID

 MIGHT WANNA GO SEE HIM BEFORE

 SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS TO HIM.

-MR.H

Of course Evan felt his heart continue to beat violently against him. He was almost afraid that if he didn’t calm down his heart would explode out of his chest. He couldn’t stop staring at the letter until he felt the vibration of droplets falling on the paper. He was still in danger...he needed to find the way out. 

With a huff Evan began walking the large warehouse, passed hundreds of dirty cells with all sorts of creatures cowering before him as ice began to snake under his feet before melting into small puddles behind him. He was losing energy and it was getting serious now. 

 Finally he found his way out, a large rusted door. He used the last of his strength to push it open. before him was a large field covered in snow and the town Vinnie lived in was below. Slowly he struggled to move. Feeling the ice beginning to cover his body again, feeling his strength return. 

He moved slowly in the snow, feeling comfortable now as he began staggering towards town. His skin was a light blue, skin broken in places from the cold. Honestly he looked like a corpse that had been frozen under layers of snow but he felt healthier than he had in a long time. Which was saying something considering he felt like he wasn’t going to be able to walk much further before his dizziness took over and he would need to sit before he vomited.