The Devil's reflection

Warmth

Frank felt warmth first as he slowly started to wake, and he flexed his fingers tentatively testing them.

"Frank?" A soft voice called to him, forcing his eyes open as he looked at Sally who stood over him a mug of something steaming in her hands. "You're awake." Sally whispered a smile forming on her lips.

"Wha-"

"We found you, unfortunately we weren't able to get you to a hospital, the blizzard got too bad. But you didn't seem to be too bad off." Sally informed him before she offered him the cup, slowly he sat up and took it with shaky hands. Sally didn't remove her hands from the side of the mug as she helped him drink. "Some more sleep might do you some good." Sally said as she put the mug down on the side table before she moved to pull the blankets more around him. Frank moved, hearing something crunch around him he looked at his shoulder finding hot packs packed firmly around him.

"You..." Frank coughed and his throat burned, he squeezed his eyes shut before taking a deep breath.
"How?" He rasped.

"Don't worry about it. We'll talk when you feel better." Sally said softly as she put her hand to his head it felt warm. He only just realized he was shaking and that he was still cold like he was still out in that snow storm. "Get some sleep." Sally whispered as she pulled her hand away and he missed the warmth. She flashed him another smile before slipping out of the room leaving it ajar just enough so you could check back inside. Frank looked around the room trying to figure out how exactly he got here but his eyes were starting to close again, he'd figure it out later.

"How is he?" Rin asked as Sally walked into the living room noticing the sun must have risen a few hours ago but it was hard to tell against the complete whiteness outside the windows.

"He woke up for a few minutes. I got him to drink something and I told him to get some more sleep." Sally answered as Rin nodded, casting another glance at the door before going to sit on the couch. Joey stared at the coffee table, the hooked blade was slammed down in the middle of it and it gave off a glint of silver.

"Can we burn it?" Anna asked from the otherside of the living room. Evan glanced at his wife for a few moments debating what to do. Julie had Susie in her lap where the younger was flipping through the small book she had grabbed as Michael paced behind the couch, even in silence the teen seemed to be going through as much stress as the others. Suddenly another knock came from the windows, hard enough to almost  break through the glass.

"What is it?"

"I don't know." Evan stated as he shifted the gun in his hand.

"What do we do?" Anna questioned.

"I... I don't know." Evan admitted as he glanced at his wife a whisper ripping through the air. Evan spun the gun pointing towards one of the windows as silence retook the room but no one moved. Taking a deep breath he lowered the weapon once again before looking the group of children over.

"We'll be okay." Evan muttered as a knock came from the front door. Anna glanced at her husband before moving to the window beside the door as she straightened up and unlocked the door, pulling it open.

"Yes, officers." Anna said as Evan tucked the gun away.

"We got a report about a runaway who attacked his foster parent. We are checking the neighboring houses to see if the kid is here." Evan moved forward pulling the door more open so he could see the officers as well.

"What kid?"

"Frank Morrison." The officer stated as Evan thought for a moment.

"David, Jane how about you two come in out of the cold." Evan said as he held the door open for the two officers as they thanked him, and stepped into the home. "So what exactly happened?" David pulled his cap from his head rubbing at the back of his neck.