Knife's Edge - The Legion (Frank Morrison)

Chapter 14 Christmas Present

Frank sat on the old rug in front of the fire place. The fire was burning but there wasn't any heat radiating from it. This must be one of the many real life details the Entity decided to just ignore. He held his formerly white mask in his hands. Mud, blood and time did their best to make the painted smile look more sinister and psychotic. Frank sighed heavily before placing his mask aside. The lack of difference between day and night made it hard to tell how long it's been since the Entity had sucked Frank and his friends into its realm. He looked over to the old couch next to him, everything reminded him of the time he had with Snow. The more time passed in this realm, the harder it got for him to remember her human form. Her voice was the first thing he completely forgot, her scent still lingered somewhere when he just concentrated hard enough. He missed the way he would get lost inside her dark eyes, the moments in which he thought about actually living a decent live, that he would be able to be happy for some time. The way she could calm his mind and keep his anger at bay, he had never been as peaceful as when he was with her and the more trials he endured, the more people he chased and sacrificed the less he could remember about his girlfriend. Of course she would be by his side as much as possible but it still, her transformation was the worst punishment he could get for his deeds. The constant reminder that he'd never get her back completely. She was now a crow. A part of the Entity and a part of this hell, bound to watch her boyfriend kill the innocent over and over again.

The boy groaned again and ran his hand through his messy hair, kinda enjoying the quiet as long as it lasted. His friends were all out to the endless game of hunt for survivours. He leaned back and rested his head on his hands, closing his eyes, slowly dozing off.

That was until he heard the cawing of crows outside the small hut, the boy however decided to ignore it. It was probably just one of his friends returning from their trial. He used to look foreward to see them again in bis old life but since Snow 'left' he just wanted to be left alone, seeking for what little comfort he could get from her presence. She couldn't really hug or answer him but she was there, listening to his rambling, to his constant apologising for how things went.

"Frank hurry!", it was Joey a certain urgency lingered in his voice. Frank got up and ran up to his friend. "What is it?", he was clearly pissed but decided to follow him nontheless. "I saw something... but I thought you needed to look into it yourself.", the boy explained. Joey didn't wait for Frank's answer as he turned around once more and walked into the thick snow outside of the hut, Frank followed him closely. The crow's screaming got louder and soon they saw the birds. Some were jumping nervously up and down, others flew in circles while some more just stood infront of something. Frank ran up to the place they were gathering at and shooed the birds away. They protested and tried to stab him with their beaks but he just pushed through them and saw something on the ground. Dark brown hair, naked pale skin, blue lips and a crow mask covering the upper half of the face.

"SNOW!", Frank exlaimed - her name felt wrong on his tounge. He let himself sink into the snow to pick her up. Her skin colour almost matched the ground she layed on and she felt horribly cold in his hands. Her eyes were closed and Frank felt his stomach turn. It was just as... just as... almost forgotten memories resurfaced: Snow in Frank's arm, her skin paling, her bodyheat slowly decreasing, her body going limp. And the feeling of helplessness.

Frank's grip tightened. He held onto her for dear life, pushing her closer to his chest in an attempt to warm her up. He slowly got up again and ran back towards the hut he was in before. He knew that the fire couldn't do much but he didn't want to stay outside any longer. Joey followed him inside, ready to help as best as he could.

The crows tried to fly after them, they almost seemed worried about their friend, questioning what the killers wanted to do to her. So they gathered inside the small cabin, eyeing them closely.

Frank had placed the girl on the small rundown couch. His and Joey's jackets were now functioning as a makeshift blanket for her as he rubbed her arms, trying to warm her up. "Please... please wake up... Princess wake up... I am so sorry but please wake up now. I know I did so much wrong. I know it is all my fault but please... I've suffered enough...", he kept on rambling while looking at her still closed eyes, searching for a sign of movement.

"Frank...", a voice, nothing more than a whisper was enough to interrupt Frank's trail of thought and murmurs. That soft smile was back on her lips. Frank wasted no more time and wrapped his arms tightly around her. "Pumpkin...", he whispered into the crook of her neck. Frank pushed himself even more into her, he was afraid that she might disappear if he let go of her now. Her lips and nails slowly lost their sickly blue and her eyes sparkled lifely as she regained her power and she was now smiling gently at Joey, who stood a few steps away to leave them some room for their 'reunion', but he returned her smile, obviously happy that she was back with her friends. "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry...", Frank was still talking mostly to himself. "It's alright, I'm back. Let it all out...", she whispered and gently petted his head with her hand that she'd just freed from Frank's deathgrip. "I am so fucking sorry...", he repeated himself. "Frank it's alright, I'm here with you. But I think there's alot we have to talk about.", Snow answered, not stopping her small strokes to calm him down. "I'll keep the others out.", Joey said as he walked out of the hut again, directing another small smile at his friends before closing the door behind him.