Bound to Ice

Chapter 4: Cool as a Cucumber

Chapter 4: Cool as a Cucumber

*photo attached is Karl Kugelmann, my vision of who represents Storm the best. But please, create your own vision of how he looks :)

I could hear crackling and the sound of shuffling. My eyes were completely closed shut and I was breathing shakily when a sudden sharp sting on my arm caused me to snap my eyes open.

Sweat coated my forehead and body, yet I was cold. My head whipped to the side to see the man tying a very tight piece of cloth around my forearm.

I winced and yanked my arm away from him. His icy blue eyes snapped down to mine and narrowed.

"Give me your arm if you want me to save your petty life," he snapped. I gulped and looked around me.

It was dark and I was laying on a log, the man squatting in front of me. There was a slight chill in the air, but I noticed a small fire behind the man.

I blinked as the man continued to stare at me with his icy glare. My mind suddenly drifted back to the evil goblin who had referred to the man as the 'Ice Prince.'

I was suddenly extremely curious as to what the goblin had meant.

"Why did that goblin refer to you as the Ice Prince?"

"Why do you ask so many damn questions?" he snapped again.

I tried to sit up but it felt like a weight was holding me down. I then tried to tuck my arms closer to my body, but my injured one barely moved.

My eyes widened as I frantically tried to move my arm, but it only moved about an inch without me having to take a breather.

My mind raced in fear that I would lose my arm. Or worse...die.

"I might answer your question if you let me finish tying your arm up. For now, the only thing I can do to help it is apply pressure. When you have enough energy, we will have to take a trip to someone I know so they can apply some healing medicine to your bite before you die a slow and painful death."

I rolled my lips into my mouth and glanced down at my arm. It looked worse than before.

Instead of just being black around the bite mark, it's now black surrounding my whole forearm. There were splotches of purple around it also. As much as I didn't want the mans help, I needed it.

Nodding my head, I used my other hand and helped guide my arm towards the man. He took my arm in both of his hands and laid it on his knee so he could finish tying it up.

I watched him peculiarly as he concentrated on my arm.

His eyes were narrowed slightly and his jaw was clenched tightly. It was then that I realized he was completely shirtless. My eyes widened at his beautifully sculpted body.

For such a cold man, he kept a very nice tan going. His abdominal muscles were clearly defined, leading to an obvious v that I couldn't see because his knee was bent. I knew it was there and the thought made my cheeks flame up.

The man gave one more tight yank on the black material around my forearm and I hissed. I realized that the material is part of his shirt that he ripped off.

The mans eyes flickered back to me and he moved my arm back to resting on the log.

"Ice Prince is only one of the few popular nick names for me."

Was he indicating that he is actually a prince?

His eyes suddenly rolled to the side and he crossed his toned arms across his chest.