RATED 15+ For Blood, violent refrences, and mega mild thematic issues
The snow was still stained a deep red from his latest victom, as Jack Freeze walked through the cold woods, the echoes of screams turning over in his mind again and again, the red daubs on his coat drying to maroon stains in the chilly air.
He couldn't be with her: never.
He froze small animals as he walked, his thoughts less chaotic as he spotted her, Abby, standing in the hollow.
" Jack..."
The wind fluttered her blonde hair around her porcelain face, her violet eyes blinking at him.
He gaped at her, then smiled. " Abby."
" God, did you kill someone again? " She asked, pointing at the red smears on his staff and cloak.
" maybe..." he said, shuffeling his feet.
" You're impossible."
" You're beautiful."
She blushed, the red colouring her face beautifully.
They embraced, heat to warmth, and they hugged, as the wintery winds blew around them.
" You're a killer... evil.." She whispered in his ear...
" And... oh, god, Jack: I love you."
He smiled, and hugged her back, as a snow drift covered the body in the hollow behind them, the wintery winds blowing through the blackness, the flakes delicate, individual...
falling softly on the red snow.
Friends call him Snow mizer, whatever he touches, turn to snow in his clutch...
( this is just a short one shot story: enjoy.)
RATED 15+ For Blood, violent refrences, and mega mild thematic issues
The snow was still stained a deep red from his latest victom, as Jack Freeze walked through the cold woods, the echoes of screams turning over in his mind again and again, the red daubs on his coat drying to maroon stains in the chilly air.
He couldn't be with her: never.
He froze small animals as he walked, his thoughts less chaotic as he spotted her, Abby, standing in the hollow.
" Jack..."
The wind fluttered her blonde hair around her porcelain face, her violet eyes blinking at him.
He gaped at her, then smiled. " Abby."
" God, did you kill someone again? " She asked, pointing at the red smears on his staff and cloak.
" maybe..." he said, shuffeling his feet.
" You're impossible."
" You're beautiful."
She blushed, the red colouring her face beautifully.
They embraced, heat to warmth, and they hugged, as the wintery winds blew around them.
" You're a killer... evil.." She whispered in his ear...
" And... oh, god, Jack: I love you."
He smiled, and hugged her back, as a snow drift covered the body in the hollow behind them, the wintery winds blowing through the blackness, the flakes delicate, individual...
falling softly on the red snow.
Friends call him Snow mizer, whatever he touches, turn to snow in his clutch...
he's too much.
Mr. White Christmas.
THE END
Edited by TheTimidLight