Frostfall (Leonardo X Female Reader)

Halloween Party

Heathers belongs to Laurence O'Keefe

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One day left until doomsday and you were barely getting any sleep. It was October 30, 11:55 pm, you were laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling, your eyes refusing to close and your heart rate wasn't close to slowing down. You weren't okay. Gunter was going to bomb the school and you didn't know why. Did you fail? What could you have done to prevent this? Did you not do enough for him? There were too many questions occupying your mind from resting. Having had enough, you huffed out and got up from your position. You changed into a pair of dark jeans, a F/C coloured t-shirt with a hoodie over it. You were immune to the cold but hoodies felt really comfortable so you couldn't NOT wear them. Grabbing your keys and your phone, you went downstairs, put on your sneakers and went out, closing and locking the door behind you. The cool breeze caressed your face, feeling the fresh air of New York and it calmed you. On that note, you made your way down the street, heading towards the manhole cover that was closest to the turtle's lair. Donnie was kind enough to draw out a map for you and sent it to you on your phone. Thankfully, you had been coming in and out of the lair so you started to get familiar with the directions, the map was just in case you had doubts.

On your way there, you heard three voices and the sound of someone whimpering. Your head snapped to the source and saw that it came from a dark alley. You quietly approached the alley, staying close to the wall, and peaked around the corner. There you saw three men with purple jackets roughing up a blond man with a white shirt and black pants. You recognised the three as the Purple Dragons. You turned away and looked up, closing your eyes.

'Never thought I'd have to play hero with you, Winter.' You thought to yourself before opening your eyes and looking at the ground. You spotted a glass shard and picked it up, pressing it against the skin of your pal and sliding it across, blood pouring out and pain striking. You hissed but then the wound quickly closed and you transformed. Taking a deep breath in, you stepped out of the corner and let your voice echo in the darkness.

"Hey!"

The three men turned to see your glowing eyes shining and the mist coming out of your hands.

"What do you want, girly? We're busy here." The leader said, doing a shooing motion towards you which made you furrow your eyebrows.

"I don't think so, pal." You warned before extending your arms out and shooting a large ice blast at them, sending them back against the wall. The blast created a thick layer of ice around them and onto the wall. You took out your phone and called the police, telling them to come get the Purple Dragons. After you hung up, you went to the man on the floor and helped him up, asking him if he was okay. He replied that he was fine and thanked you for your kindness before asking for your name.

"Winter." You replied with a fake confidence in your tone.

"Thank you again Winter. Have a good night!" He thanked you one more time before walking away from you.

"Hmm." You hummed, looking down at your hands. "Maybe you could be useful."

You transformed back and continued to make your way to the turtle's lair. You found the manhole cover and opened it, climbing down and closing the cover above you. So you saved someone from being robbed. Not a bad start. Maybe this could be a way for you to come to terms with Winter. Playing superhero, saving people, that could help you get better control of your powers, right? Surely it would.

Who the hell were you kidding? You weren't Spiderman for God's sake!

The scent of the sewers nearly made you hurl. It was very strong and you had no idea how April could handle this stench. It would take you some time to get used to it. You exhaled and covered your nose and mouth with the hem of your hoodie before speed walking down the dark sewers of the city. They weren't kidding when they called New York 'the city that never sleeps'; even in the middle of the night people were still walking around doing things. It was what gave it so much charm, it was why you liked it very much, despite all the crimes.