The Breathing Treasure (Merome)

The End

Jerome shivered as the cold air hit him.

"It's cold!" Sky said, rubbing his hands.

"You don't say," Brice said, humming a soft melody, which warmed them up immediately.

"This... seems familiar..." Mitch said for probably the tenth time.

"I can sense him... at the next room," Brice said.

"Ya mean Soul?"

"Soul doesn't discharge this cold air, Mitch," Brice said. "He is one of the powers,"

"Chimney?"

Brice nodded.

"Too bad his defences are not always foolproof," Mitch grinned. Pushing open a large door, his eyes widened in surprise.

Looking straight ahead, Chim was definitely there.

Floating on a platform, he was enveloped in Ice and chained down to the floating  platform that was bobbing up and down.

As they all slowly approached the machine, Ant held up his hand, pressing onto the ice.

"I doubt we can break this," he said, shaking his head.

"It looks familiar..." Seto stared at the ice, knocking on it, only to gasp when it cracked.

"Ant! You liar!" Jerome gasped dramatically, then giggled afterwards.

"Well do you want to crack it and risk him dying?" Ant frowned, and Seto shunned from the Icicle, shivering at the mere thought of injuring his friend.

"That is the eternal ice emotion created. The ice will keep rebuilding itself unless it melts from the heart of the treasure," Brice then looked at Mitch.

"Oh. Me? Heart... yes!" Mitch struggled to find words, walking up and touching the ice, before stopping and turning to brice. "What do i do?"

The group erupted in giggles as Brice spoke.

"To be honest, i don't know." Brice shrugged. "I'm not the heart, plus the old heart never told anyone anything... i've seen him melt Emotion's ice, so..."

Mitch frowned, looking at the ice.

"Wake up, chimmey!" Mitch knocked it, causing the ice to crack. "Well that didn't work."

A strong and loud mechanical noise exploded from around the room, causing the group to cup their ears and run. Before that could happen though, a mechanical hand snatched Mitch up.

Jerome cursed under his breath. Hearing a loud cackle, he turned his head to see a very small boy.

"Nice to meet you all," he spoke. "I believe you know who i am, so i'll skip the introductions, yes?"

The mechanical hand dumped mitch in a tank, and he knocked around, trying to get out. The mechanical hand closed the lid, and Mitch looked at his friends aimlessly. Looking around, he noticed fighter beside his tank, bloodied and passed out.

"Brice..." Jerome stared at him, scared. "Run!"

As the muscular man turned and sped away, the mechanical hand raced and caught up, grabbing him and tossing him into one of the tanks.

The boy leaped into the tank in the middle, grinning. He pressed a few buttons, jerking the machine.

Jordan was the first to run. Grabbing his pick, he mined everything surrounding the huge machinery, hoping to destroy an important part. The rest went up to try and destroy the odd tanks, which were more sturdy than obsidian.