Knife's Edge - The Legion (Frank Morrison)

Chapter 13 Darkness Among Us

Frank still held Snow in his arms as he ran through the snowy forest. His friends right after him. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do next, but he knew that he couldn't bear the thought of interring her just like that. He couldn't just dig a hole, throw in her cold, fragile, lovely body to rot until there was nothing left of her. His tears began to run down his cheeks again, their warmth burning against his cold cheeks, reminding him of is guilt.

The rest of his friends worried about the mental health of their leader. He held onto Snow's corpse for dear life. They noticed that the further they ran the less did the forest still resemble a forest. The trees turned pitch black and their branches looked like spikey spider legs, threatening to attack them at any moment, but Frank didn't seem to notice. And he didn't notice the black fog that gradually enveloped the group until they couldn't see their hands infront of their faces. It was then that Frank finally stopped dead in his tracks. He was glad that he wore his mask, so his friends couldn't see the lost expression that was now plastered onto his face. He didn't know what to do, you he pressed the lifeless body of girlfriend closer to his chest and closed his eyes.

The Legion

They opened their eyes again to see that they stood infront of their old hang out spot in Ormond. Everything was still covered under a thick blanket of fluffy snow and while they were busy with thinking about how they ended up back in their hometown again they didn't notice that things were off, horribly off: the forest surrounding the hut was completely silent and they didn't feel the cold that was supposed to be there. Suzie was the first one to notice that things weren't right. "GUYS THERE'S A WALL IN THE FOREST!", she screamed and ran back to her friends. "What do you mean there's a wall?", Joey asked and Suzie went ahead to show him what she had found.

When they returned they found Frank on his knees in the snow. The corpse he brought with him was nowhere to be seen. "Where is she?", Joey whispered, as he kneeled down next to his friend. "I don't know... she turned into black fog and dissapeared.", Frank answered, still staring at his now empty hands. He could still feel the softness of her skin, her silky dark brown hair tangling around his fingers. He could still see her face, her peaceful expression underneath all of the blood. "She's gone Joey... She's gone and it is all my fault...", he whispered as his mask fell onto the snowy ground. Joey expected another fit of temper but Frank was quiet. And his silence was more to be feared than his screaming and thrashing. He placed his hand on his mourning friend's shoulder, in hope of conveying a little bit of comfort.

"Now tell me about what you found out.", Frank sighed and listened to Suzie and Joey's explaination about the Ormond imitation they'd found themselves in. Frank picked up his mask, after he had listened to his friend's explaination. He suddenly felt the urge to kill something, anything. He put on his maks and black fog surrounded him once again. He embraced it this time, his mind set to kill whoever was unlucky enough to cross his path.

Frank was enveloped in fog once again. He had lost track of the amout of trials he went in and he certainly had lost track of his body count. When he opened his eyes again he found himself on the Ormond "playground". It was rare for him to find himself in his home territory and so he went up to the edge of the border to search for the survivours like always. He took a turn around some boxes to sharp and the crows that sat ontop of the boxes flew up and tattled on him, revealing his position. Frank cursed silent deathwishes up to the birds that circled in the air. Frank turned his head back when he noticed one last crow sitting on the box, staring directly at him. Frank dismissed it at first but then he saw that the crow was hopping towards him. "Do you want to make fun of me like your stupid friends?", he asked clearly agitated. The sound of a generator blowing up cut throught the snowy silence. Frank spun around and took off into the direction of the sound, the crow still sitting on the box, their head slightly tilted to the side.