When Frost Appears

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It was winter,
the air cold,
the sky dark.

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I spat some of the coppery liquid out of my mouth. My head pounding, my muscles sore and tensed.

"Remember. The orphanage are off limits!" I shouted sternly at the unconscious bodies sprawled across the pavement.

With a huff of my misty breath, I walked away from the scene.

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Snow fell flake by flake, the temperature dropped progressively. I looked up to the sky, my vision blurry.

'How did everything went from so right to so wrong so fast?'

I felt light headed, nauseous, and sick. My right cheek stung as blood seeped through, dripping down my chin. I tried to wiped it off, the key word being:"Tried." Because instead of making it better, the which was the obvious goal. As in clearing my cheeks, I made the sickening liquid smear all over my palm and face.

However, the scarlet substance felt somewhat nice and soothing against my skin.

It was warm,

a rare occurrence around myself.

Opposite of what I was handling.

Again, it was warm,

unlike the air.

Unlike the city.

And unlike myself.

I was cold.

By heart and action.

Some say that I was ruthless, cold blooded anti-hero. Some even dared to call me the ice queen. But do I really deserve the title?

I wasn't the best fighter around, I wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, I don't even own any clear territory! For all I know, I only have my guts, and a pair of knuckle brass.

Beside those things,

I was just myself.

My usual pathetic self.

I slumped down, my back hitting the freezing walls. I know this was my limit. I know that I was at the end of line. What line exactly you say?

My life.

I smiled solemnly at that.

My life.

It used to be amazing. For me at the very least. Sure I had some of the most annoying siblings, sure I might have some of the strictest parents around, and sure. I might be the outcast of my family.

But everything always goes according to my plan.

By the age of 7, I took martial arts classes.

By the age of 10, I mastered all of it.

By the age of 12, I won my scholarship.

By the age of 17, I finished my studies.

And by the end of my 19'th birthday, I was supposed to travel the world.

But listen.

I was supposed to.

So you know,

It didn't happened.

I felt my eye lids getting heavier, just like when I was going to sleep. My blurry vision became even more clouded, lights shining intensively. Blinding me. Everything seemed like it was made of the colour white. Like the snow had gone up in front of of me and gave me a hug.

Enveloping my body in it's coldness.

I felt my consciousness fading. My pain slowly lifting as I smiled at nothing. How Todd would be proud of me.

Oh Todd.

Jason Todd.

Jason.

Jaybird.

I missed that kid. He died too soon.

All the great people in my life left too soon.

Everyone.

I inhaled the freezing air, my breath shaking as the pang of coldness seeps through my lungs.

Steadily, my ruby red lips crept it's colour into a light lavender. My tanned skin paled considerably. Frost forming on the ground, my breath slowed down. My heart beat decreasing it's pounds

I closed my eyes slowly, eyelids obeying gravity. My mind goes swirling into a better place. I was going to take my final slumber. The howling wind as my lullaby. And careful faint steps as it's metronome.

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(A/N)
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I am dooming myself..... *sighs* anyways.... Enjoy yet another story from yours truly. Just a heads up..... I am a fan of angsty ending.

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That is all.

Batma-girl.....

OUT!