Final Days (MCSM Fanfiction)

Chapter 4 - Frostbitten

18:30 – Day 1

Pain seared through Lukas's body the moment he woke up. Icy tentacles crawled over him, making it feel like his muscles were slowly fusing together with cold. 

His blue eyes flew open, only to be immediately squeezed shut in pain again. Gritting his teeth as he tried to withhold a pained scream. He couldn't feel his right hand at all, but balled his left into a tight fist as he forced his eyes back open. Taking a gasp-like breath of the icy air, the cold burning his eyes.

Lukas stiffly turned his head, blinking in confusion. It was dark, the sky a deep navy blue. Snow spiralling down from the cloudy heavens, the small particles of frost coming to rest on the blonde's face.

Lukas turned his head to the side, coming to the realisation that he was lying on his back, on the snowed over ground. Soon to be buried by the falling white powder.

He tried moving his arms again. His left arm had been draped over his stomach, protected from the cold by his own body heat. But Lukas could barely feel his dominant hand, only about able to move his elbow. Trying with no success to move his fingers inside the glove.

Lukas cursed under his breath as he forced his left arm in beneath him, propping himself up on it. He shut his eyes tightly, breathing in a long and slow inhale as his sore body objected against the movements.

He opened his eyes again, blinking a few times to try and rid them of the burning that the icy air caused. He wasn't sure if he imagined it, but his left eye felt almost slightly swollen when he blinked.

Lukas shook his head at the thought, grunting in pain as the movement emitted a dull throbbing through his skull. He bit his lip, directing his attention to his numb hand. The limb was slightly buried beneath the thick snow.

Carefully Lukas brushed the snow away with his left hand. His eyes widened, his mouth opening as he realised what was beneath the snow. Not dirt, not stone, but ice. He was lying on smooth, frozen water. And his right hand was fused to it.

Lukas tentatively tried pulling on his arm, with no result. He gave a light tug, desperate to free his hand from the ice it had frozen to.

Pain spiraled up his arm, causing Lukas to cry out in pain. He gritted his teeth, forcing back open his eyes and looking down at his hand through a glaze of tears that had formed from the agonising experience.

He raised his head, glancing around anxiously. Seeing nothing to either side of him, no signs of where he was, nobody to help him.

And so, out of pure fear and desperation, Lukas ripped his hand free from the ice.

His scream echoed through the night sky, his voice breaking off in pain. Doubling over and clutching his hand to his chest, heaving with pain. Teeth grinding on each other, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Gasps coming out in small white puffs.

Lukas let out another pained groan, feeling like icy daggers were being plunged into his arm.

But at least, he was free.

Continuing to take deep breaths, Lukas raised his head again and opened his eyes slightly. Squeezing them shut again and shaking his head to himself.

Where was he, and how the hell did he get into that situation?

"Questions later, survival first." Lukas muttered, his voice violently cracking.

He pulled his eyes opened again, glancing down at his hand that he's been so desperately clutching. Attempting again to move his fingers.

There was a tiny bit of life in his thumb and index finger, only just about able to feel them. But everything past his middle finger was completely numb. Not even the biting pain of frostbite was present, just... nothing.