Unfinished Business

The Door

The death-gripping, frozen arctic chill coupled with darkness above and below swallowed our body temperatures up into the brittle cold. Huge blocks of ice drifted along the frozen sea next to us. Pale bodies of children and adults alike floated on top of the water surrounding us on all sides. Half of the mighty ship that was supposedly made from the strongest steel metal plates and wroth iron slowly sank into the awaiting dark abyss that deliberately dragged her under while the band played ''My heart will go on''.

I tried to warn them of their predestined doom. I saw this movie seven times at the Dollar Show! But alas, I was nothing more than a slave worker in these times, so not only was I ignored, I was thrown into some makeshift cage until crap hit the fan and my black behind escaped. Now, here we were, dying slowly of hypothermia.

"Dude, get on the door. You don't have to die! It's big enough for all of us," Joseph Gordon-Levitt shouted, his blue lips trembling from the arctic chills pointing teeth that gnawed into our skin.

"Yeah, dude," Kel Mitchell agreed, his teeth chattering together like a nutcracker as he scooted back on the sturdy ballroom wooden door to show him the crazy amount of room we had for him to get on. His good burger hat froze to his braids that dangled like wind chimes against his brown skin.

"Tell him to get on, Kate!" I yelled at her from in the middle of the door, my fingernails trying to find some sort of grip on the wood. There was no way I was going anywhere near the edge of the door especially after having had to swim in that. How did we make it to the door was beyond me but I wouldn't question God's fate for my life. I just accepted it.

Ever since we got here the two of them have been stuck in a loop of living to die and dying to live for one another. Leo refused to get on the door citing there was not enough room for him, and Kate needed to live. Kate, on the other hand, recited how she couldn't feel her body, basically falling into a pit of despair, which was reasonable, I guess. Although she was grating my nerves calling Leo "Jack," in this annoying whispery voice every other minute or so.

I searched into the darkness hoping and praying for a lifeboat but to no avail. I was not trying to die and was tired of seeing frozen corpses in the water.

"Jack," she entangled her frostbitten fingers with his, "I'm cold. I can't feel my body." She whispered to the dying idiot. Chunks of icicles froze dirty blond strands that dangled into dark blue sockets. His eyes struggled to stay open.

My cold blood boiled to room temperature; my eye would have twitched had it not been frozen. "Stop making this about you, wench, when he's the one dying of hypothermia right now!" Her neck ticked towards me as if it was functioning on rusty hinges.

"Never let go, Jack" she continued her lips flashing me a snide smirk returning her attention to Leo.

That serpent heffa.

"I don't think she's listening to you," Kel muttered, holding his body and rubbing his arms.

"I say push them both into the water. That way, we don't have to keep hearing her repeat that stupid phrase, never let go. Seriously, let's let them both go." Joseph mocked in a feminine tone as if he had not suggested murder. To my surprise, Kel readily agreed with him with a nod.

"We aren't killers." I snapped at both guys, rolling my eyes upward. And to think I had a crush on both of you at one point in my short life. What was I thinking?"

Joseph used his hands and scooted over to me, frozen strands had turned into mini weapons clinging together, "Look, his teeth clattered together. "I'm sick of this, and so are you; let's just do the humane thing and end the both of them." he dipped his head to look into my eyes.