"Kiss The Snow" ☂

Chapter IX: Iron Deception

❄️ Brandon's P.O.V. ❄️

     Startled and woken up from insidious, but unknown from faded memories. I knew someone was behind my feet, but I just can't remember a fraction of what happened. But I know, I had to protect Victoria and get ourselves our of here. I stood, but no, my limbs ensnared on dry rope and incarcerated beyond dark, wooden walls. What am I doing here?

     My voice was crackled and seemed to be back. I tried to scream for assistance, but giving up was my only choice. Help would never come. My hands had goosebumps and my hoodie was gone. I had slight chills.

     Back to look down and feel ashamed of myself, the corners of the floorboards were filling up with frost. Soon, ice started to puncture out of the walls and floors while it just kept surfacing into sharp blades. I felt one emerging behind me as its polished surface seems to help me escape. It cuts the rope between my arms while it just kept creeping up. Cold it may be, but as it slithered its way, it lost direction, and I was left to rub the rope on the blade to cut it manually. Upon the last strands of setting myself free, the needle of ice kept penetrating. OW!

     The sharp ice cuts my skin as it started penetrating through my upper arm. Before it could go through my arm, I threw myself out and loosened the ropes. I was free.

     "Ouch..." My fingers pressed would with blood slowly gushing out on the hard wood. Ripping a sleeve from my shirt, I recoiled and tied it hardly on the stabbed section. My voice crackled in pain, but it soon wore off as I got out to end a swelling bad dream.

     The scene was frozen, ice shards everywhere with snow blowing in the broken door. She must have been taken outside. My feet walked furiously as to find her out there.

     "Victoria!!!" My thoughts exclaim in a mission to save her. I ran to the back of the cabin where it led me to a forest blanketing a mountain uphill. I never stopped shouting her name until I would find her.

❄️ Victoria's P.O.V. ❄️

     I'm the dead silence of time, my eyes blink precariously in the atmosphere of cold stone. My hands were encapsulated in thicker shackles, three chains across all my limbs. Even my thighs and my upper arms were chained in three, tightly screwed. My neck too, was bolted in chains, away from moment and undesirable plans. It felt so uncomforting. I couldn't move, not a single muscle of mine dared to while I was left paralyzed in such unfair paradox.

     The room was dull as my body laid the brightest in this large crypt. I was in a dungeon perhaps, and my screams were left unheard as echoes of my pain were there to help me...

     Feel frustrated.

     The room started to grow tiny specs of ice as they grew finer and bigger each heartbeat. Every time my frustration grew, the more the ice scattered in shards. I couldn't even break myself out with ice like I did back then, I was defeated. But why didn't he kill me yet?

     Time to time I wait and wait. Will I starve in the footprints of desperation, or be incarcerated to immortality? Nothing but effortless screaming will set me free.

     "Help..." Pathetically exclaimed, my head bowed to the dead floor of what will soon be a frozen tomb.

     The dungeon door clicks and creaks open, a messenger has been sent to torture me again. Wait, is that who I think it is?

     "... Brandon?" Shocked and speechless on where I was, he stood indefinitely with confusion on his face. Oh my god, no. Simon stood rear of his position.

     "GET OUT OF THE WAY! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!" My sanity gets broken off control as he aimed a gun right through him.

     "HEY!!!" He froze unwittingly of questionable instruction from me. Why won't he listen?!