Cold Flames

Chapter 31: A Brother's Love

After hearing Vice scream, I couldn't react fast enough to his sudden movement. He broke out in a sprint straight towards the other ice individual in the home I grew up in. It's crazy, I never thought to see so many Ice people in this place, but here we are now. Only two, but much more than you'd expect in a place like this. Vice brought his fist up in the same instance the guy nonchalantly turned his attention onto Vice. His fist collided with the other guy, and I swear it sounded like glass crunching. The guy quickly composed himself, while vice brought his leg up and stomped him in the chest. Vice's ice accumulated as he made a motion similar to a tidal wave, but before he brought it crashing down on this person, the guy pulled out a something.

With anxiety rising, I ran towards them to somehow interfere with this violent interaction, but before I knew it, three ear shattering gunshots sounded. I didn't believe gunshots would effect people like us, but surprisingly, Vice's body tensed before collapsing near the guy who was still on the ground, his ice falling around him. As I made my way to Vice, he writhed in pain as if the wounds weren't already healing. I dropped on my knees, trying to get to his wounds to remove the bullets, but when I pulled his shirt up, and saw three holes below his low pectoral muscle, with thick black smoke oozing out.

Petrified of what it was, I frantically tried to help. He needed those bullets out to heal properly. Once making contact with the suspicious black smoke, my skin burned in a searing pain, and I jumped back with a shriek. Vice's eyes were squeezed shut, and with a great gasp for much needed oxygen, his eyes flew open, his arms flailing around, grasping the air around him. Once finding my waist, he held on tight. His eyes settled on me in a pained matter, and I didn't know what I could possibly do to help.

My heat... my heat can't help him. We're in a heat powered estate for Goddess sake. I turned onto the man responsible, and sprung into action. I wasn't going to contain my emotions any longer. No I did not know this man, but I allowed him to be this close to me. I knew him in a way I didn't understand, and I was not going to let some random ice person destroy him before I even found out everything I wanted... no needed to know. My anger flared to a great degree, to the point I couldn't even feel my body anymore. It was like I was watching the scene from outside my body. But before I knew it, I was on top of the ice man responsible, with my hands... No wait... Talons?

I bared my teeth at him, and heard a snarl erupt from my very own throat. The ice man's face was plagued with shock, and then faint amusement tinged with pain crept over his face. I continuously squeezed tighter. Then, as it seemed like forever since I had spoken, my voice came out in a way I didn't recognize. "What did you do to him?" I growled. The man dared to chuckle in front of me, regardless of his position right now. That angered me even more, and I grabbed him by his white locs, and slammed his head into the concrete beneath us. I know I heard my father faintly say my name, but I ignored him. For if he was really addressing me, it would be anything but faint. My gaze remained focus on what was beneath me, and his smile faded into a scowl.

"So this idiot really involved himself with a purebred? Figures." He spat in disgust. My patience ran out, and I took my hand, and snatched his eyeball out, causing a pained yelp. He thrashed around a bit, but I took hold of his face, so he could focus on what was really important right now. I held my fist in midair, with his eyeball inside. His eye flickered between me and my hand, and I watched as his blood oozed out of his eye socket. I set my hand aflame, letting him watch me burn his eyeball to nothing, and his lip twitched in annoyance.

"Fix it. And I'll leave you the use of your other eye." I said in a menacing tone. He took in a sharp intake of air as he gazed upon me. I held onto his hair as I got up, yanking him over to Vice who was still in a seizure-like manner. I just wanted the pain to stop. I threw the burnt remains of the eyeball, and snatched the iceman's arm up. "Go ahead, and get the bullets." I coached him. His nose continued to flare in rage, but did he really think I cared? Honestly, I was surprised that he was so willing to comply. He didn't seem like the type to go down easy just because of a lost eye. His hands produced long skinny clamp-shaped ice, and he guided this creation into the holes of Vice's chest. Slowly but surely, one by one, the devilish bullets came out, with long tentacles coming from it following suit. It looked like roots and the bullets were the seed. The tentacles themselves moved, like a damn parasite. It made me cringe from the sight.