Dating Father Time's Daughter (Book 1)

Chapter 25: A Cold Weathered Murder

PART III

Lexington Avenue, located on the East Side of Manhattan in New York City, was not an unfamiliar location. As luminous lights flashed across the streets and brightened an otherwise ordinary night, a figure locked himself away on the top floor of a 600 foot skyscraper and looked down at the world beneath him. The inside of the room was cold, but a late bill payment was not the cause for this dip in degrees. Winter was.

After Joe defeated Dexter, normalcy returned. Father Time reclaimed his seat on the throne and the Seasons obediently returned to their duties after recovering from the injuries sustained during their fights against Joe and Pixie. While egos take longer to heal than bruises, everyone was on relatively peaceful terms.

Three months had passed since that conflict. Currently, Autumn was the prevailing season, but Winter knew his time was only a few months away. He placed his hand against the spotless window and sighed a cold breath that fogged the glass slightly.

The artificial rays of light stemming from the numerous neon street signs bounced against the glass window. The dark room contrasted with the bright outdoor lights and generated a hazy reflection of Winter. He had seen better days. His once short blue hair, now spilled out of his beanie and fell over his shoulders. This hairstyle change, coupled with the patchy white hair forming a thin beard around his face, made Winter look homeless.

"Nothin changed" he uttered.

Winter gritted his teeth. He had grown sour over the environment that was still at risk. Dexter had a plan to reverse this fortune and rescue the earth. But Time Keepers felt that humans were more worth saving than the planet.

"Those idiots didn't change the world. They kept it duh same" mumbled Winter.

Loud music blared from outside as a car raced down the empty streets. Winter tracked the car with his eyes, and then caught a glimpse of his reflection. He looked into his eyes and felt ashamed.

"What am I posed' to do? Heh, maybe I'll create a humongous blizzard and bury duh whole world in snow!" shouted Winter with his arms extended outwards.

"I see I'm not the only one with destructive thoughts" said a cold voice behind Winter.

Winter spun around and tightened his fists, which transformed into two frozen gauntlets. He searched for the source of the voice and found it. A silhouette stood in the back of the room and stepped into the light pouring from outside.

"Then again, I believe my tendencies are more destructive than my thoughts" finished the stranger.

This man was handsome. He was 6 foot 3 inches tall with long curly black hair that dropped to his sculpted chest. The iris of his eyes were obsidian and his pupils looked like a mini galaxy of blue, green, and white stars. He wore green joggers and a form-fitting white t-shirt with a black long sleeve shirt underneath that covered everything up to his wrist.s He was in impeccable physical shape. His muscular arms seemed to rip out of his sleeves and his veins were vain as they bulged from his neck and left temple demanding attention.

But, what really stood out was his skin. The stranger had smooth dark skin that was the richest shade of black.

Winter was unsure how to classify this stranger. He was doubtful this man was a human. His aura was odd. Winter felt like he was being pulled into the stranger. It was as if this man was sucking Winter's life force away from him.

The stranger stopped midway from Winter,

"I'm looking for something called a Time Keeper. Do you know what or who that is?"