Songfic inspired by Jayhan's song "By Deya's Grace,' used with kindest permissions! Thank you Jayhan! See author's note inside. Moments before the final battle at Killahead Bridge, what were Deya's thoughts?

The Snow Queen. One of the most notorious serial killers in the city is still at large. The police have yet to trap the unspeakable murderer behind bars, but as time flies, it only results in the brutal deaths of more and more of their comrades. However, life certainly gets tougher for our squadron when a new recruit joins their team, who's completely oblivious to the dark secret the city is concealing from him. They've done their best to protect their new cadet from any harm, but who can stop such a determined person like himself from solving the mystery? What started out as a simple investigation, can turn out very, VERY complicated indeed for none other than Jackson Overland Frost. When Jack finds himself caught right in the middle of a web of danger and peril, there's no going back. And if he doesn't solve the case soon, not only will it risk the lives of innocent people, but it might just cost him his own life as well. This thrilling, action-packed story is definitely an icy tale to die for. ****** "Please, Jack, help me!" She pleaded desperately, tears streaming down the seemingly innocent face of hers. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. I couldn't let it get to me. With tears threatening to spill out of my eyes, I pointed the gun at her, with a finger rested on the trigger. I opened my eyes just in time to see the mysterious shadowed figure emerging from the darkness. I felt my eyes widen as the pieces of the horrifyingly complex puzzle came smashing together. "How could you?!" I screamed, only to be met with the silence of the night. I don't own any of the characters in this book, excluding the ones I've created myself. Credits to the original owners.

The story of how this world lost a kind hearted man. Warning! This book includes: death, descriptions of a motorcycle accident, and grief. (let me know if their are anything else that should be warned about) *AUTHORS NOTE* I was no more then 13 when I wrote this; I'm 18 now and see that this may seem dramatized in places and the description of event may seem sarcastic but I can assure you it was not a lighthearted matter, 13 year old me was very emotionally feral as most 13 year olds are, but I can testify to the fact I really was that dramatic at 13 so please forgive my terrible writing and nonchalantness of my approach to such a sore subject.