In the cold hollow arms of the snow he laid, as its icy sweat stuck onto the very thin layer of protection he wore. A gray cotton shirt and black polyester shorts. He was just resting in them as well. Now thrown from cold, uncaring arms, thrashing unwanting for the upcoming events to unfold. He who only wished to achieve now tossed. Locked out of the caring hold of the sheets and soft blankets. His right arm burning from the tight grip of the icy white below, behind his back. His left arm cold and unmoving as always. No survival nerve being struck yet to awake this hidden power inside the stub where his shoulder and the cold red metal met and connected. He could feel how the wires rooted into him all the way up to the matter of fat and nerves that controlled him. Or that was him. But not the piece of metal. Nor the snow. Nor the gaze given to him by the siluete shooing him away from the door.
Back to running he would have to go. And ran he did again. Waiting for the dead weight to finnaly become part of him and not a leech of joy and mobility. A punishment. For his recklessness. And his loyalty. Tainted. Never to be trusted.
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