Project Atechna

The Wreckage

Chapter 2:

"Oh my Azrael!" Taylor screams frozen in place as Dawn swiftly moves on ahead. "D-D-D-D-D-D-a-w-n. Ma-ma-may-be we-we should... head back." Taylor cries out stuttering his words. 

Dawn discretely laughs at Taylor's cowardliness and sarcastically replies, "What happened to that macho attitude you had not too long ago? Don't tell me a big strong octopus-like yourself is too frightened to handle this."

Unable to contain herself, Dawn dives right into the wreckage and starts singing with a huge grin on her face. "D-D-D-D-a-w-n. P-p-pl-ea-se." Taylor cries as his body shivers in place. "W-w-we d-d-d-don't kn-kn-know wha-wha-wha-what's out he-here. Let's just g-g-g-g-o-o-o be-be-fore some-thing or some-one sp-p-p-po-ts us." He insists but is unsuccessful in obtaining Dawn's attention.

"What do you think happened here? And where did it all come from??" She says while grabbing hold of just about everything in sight. However, Taylor is too flabbergasted to say another word. His body becomes dead weight and suddenly smashes into the sand making a loud thump.

Dawn's ears trigger the second Taylor's body collides with the sand and for a brief moment, her heart stops as she looks back over her shoulder. "Taylor!" She immediately drops everything in her hands and launches herself out of the debris towards his position.

"Hold on! I'll save you!" Wrapping her arms around his mantle, she tightens up her muscles and pulls up as hard as she can. "Come on get up! You can't stay still for too long, you know how cold it gets around these parts!" She grunts intensely. But it's no use. No matter how hard she tries, Taylor's body just won't budge.

Soon enough the small amounts of warmth left by the sun fade away and Taylor's skin is slowly covered in frost. "Oh no. Oh no. Oh no." She grabs hold onto her hair and pulls on both sides of her head. "The hell am I suppose to do?!"

With her left eye twitching and her face cringing, Dawn slowly loses grip of her sanity. Next thing she knew, she is circling above Taylor's body trying to conjure up ways to snap him out of it. Without realizing it, she fidget-ly thinks out loud. If anyone strolling by happen to hear her, they may believe she's insane.

"Wait! I got it!" Dawn cheerfully shouts while snapping her fingers. She urgently dives down to Taylor's body and uses all of her strength to flip him over belly up.

"Phew. When... When... When we get back home, I'm so cutting you off the clams." She gasps, wiping her forehead and catching her breath. "Ya know, what? I'm, I'm just gonna... lay down... for a minute. Don't. *Gasp* Don't go anywhere."

Dawn goes to lay down onto the sand a few inches away from Taylor's body and hears something rapidly approaching them. Picking herself off the floor, she closes her eyes and listens intently. Not before long she concludes the sound is coming from the city's direction. Her head tilts to the side, wondering who or what it could possibly be.

A few moments later, she unties her shell-lace—exposing her breasts and leans in towards Taylor's body, whispering. "Hey Taylor if you wake up, I'll let you touch me for a few seconds." Taylor's frosted body suddenly flails in place—appearing like it's about to burst any second.

Dawn pressing her lips shut and her cheeks expanding, moves her eyeballs left to right and casually floats backward. Obtaining far enough distance, her eyes divert onto Taylor's body—while holding her shell-lace with the grip of her left hand.

Seconds later, all the frost that was coded onto Taylor's skin are sent flying into all directions and his body emerges from within. Once flung off, the frost turned into piercing shards of ice—so razing sharp they could cut through any flesh.