Tommyinnit Oneshots

Gifted (Part 8)

The long awaited continuation of the objectively most popular series in this book! I hope you guys enjoy! It's short but it'll lead to the epic conclusion

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It was cold. A kind of chill that settled in his bones, that froze away at his soul. It was the ice that clung to his skin. A sharp wind that knocked you around, sneaking into the crevices of his clothes. He pulled his hood down lower, testing the limits of how far his clothes could stretch, but it wasn't enough to lessen the pain. Winter had come to steal his life like a devil coming to collect a soul. Even worse, a heavy guilt settled at the bottom of his stomach. His cells were screaming for energy from food, but bile would rise up in his throat every time he so much as looked at the food. He could try to shove a little down, but it wouldn't stay there for long. Since he was trying to run away from people chasing him, he decided that he couldn't waste time puking. Plus, his dry heaving was so disgustingly loud that even he flinched at the sound. It would be better for his survival if he waited to eat until after he got to his destination.

Tommy looked behind him. His footsteps had disappeared beneath the snow, and he had washed off most of the blood that was stuck to his skin. Tommy couldn't see any color besides the white of the snow and the dark brown of the trees. Sometimes, a green leaf that had been fighting for survival would float down before getting caught up in the fast-moving currents of air. Tommy couldn't bear to look at any more of those leaves. Would he end up like them? Cut up by the bladed wind, swallowed whole by the frigid cold, covered in the snow beneath his feet? Tommy knew he couldn't survive forever out here, but surely he would find something before the worst of the storm came. Tommy had to make it to a town or to Techno's cabin before nightfall. He wouldn't last after that. Once the sun dipped behind the horizon, Tommy wouldn't have any chance at survival. He would be just like that leaf that fought so hard to live only to be taken when its strength gave out.

Tommy kept climbing up the mountain side. All things considered, the snow and wind weren't too awful for someone who lived in these sorts of climates. If someone was adapted to the temperature, and wearing the appropriate equipment, they might even call this the equivalent of a light, summertime thunderstorm. Tommy, unfortunately, was not one of those people. Not only was he ill prepared, but Tommy felt everything- emotions, the weather, pain- much more vividly than the average man. There might have been an explanation for this, somewhere in the recesses of a genius psychologist's mind, but Tommy didn't need a reason to know it was true. The mountain's version of spring was coming to claim him like the Snow Queen taking Kai to her icy fortress.

Rather thankfully, the cabin in question came into view. Tommy's face illuminated with joy as he began running towards it. His legs pushed against the snow like someone trying to run through shallow water, but Tommy refused to let himself keel over. Even with his goal in sight, Tommy knew that if he fell down, he would never get back up. Tommy didn't stop running until he reached the steps of the cabin. He slammed into the snow covered wood, almost getting his foot stuck as he scrambled on all fours to reach the porch. His limbs felt like heavy weights that tried to drag him down the stairs, but he managed to get to the top at near record speed. Tommy sat down before the door. He reached for the golden doorknob, fingers fumbling with the mechanism before he could finally turn it. Unfortunately, he was met with resistance that meant the door was locked. Tommy groaned out loud as he fought with the handle several more times. He could try for a window, but they were either too small for him to squeeze through or too high up for him to easily reach. Tommy pounded on the door a solid few seconds, but bruising pain started to form around the edge of his fist. Tommy closed his eyes to think of an option. The sun was starting to sink below the treeline, and Tommy knew that he didn't have much longer until the night consumed the winter wonderless-land. Like the warm embrace of a friend, a faint melody began to ring in Tommy's head. The boy's eyes snapped open to look down at his hands. Surely, he could use his powers to... he didn't want to knock the door down... so he needed to... the lock! He could disperse the air molecules in the lock until they moved the bolts into place inside the box. It would take a lot more skill than Tommy thought he was capable of, but it was the only thing he could think of at the moment. If he didn't want to freeze to death, he would need to be better.