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“It’s cold here. It’s colder outside. I like the cold. It pushed me towards the edge.” August licked the blood off his chapped lips and turned on the spot. “Do you like the cold? I could bring in more if you would like.”
The dazed prisoner looked up at his captor, his teeth chattering. “WhWhy are yoyou doing this August. We have know eaeach other for years, have I done something to ofoffend you?”
The tips of August’s lips curled slightly. “O it’s nothing personal. I just happened across your name on the list and I couldn’t help myself. You will be my third and with that I can leave behind the title of [Withheld until character activation]. You see I yearn to be a [Withheld until character activation] and an easy kill like you caught my attention, I don’t know if there are any rules against going after people you know or have easy access to, you in this case, and I don’t care! I was so thrilled when you said you would come on this trip with me, my stomach has been in knots the whole trek up to this cabin. O and I have plans for you. All those times you laughed behind by back, I knew you were doing it but I kept myself restrained and now I have a reason to! Now I can show you what it is like to have something cutting away at you! Well for you it won’t be figuratively.” He noticed his prisoner was starting to fade, his head was drooped and his eyed were closing. “What is wrong sir? The cold isn’t getting to you I hope!”
He pulled his thin shirt off and kicked open the double doors. The sharp icy Diado air hit August’s bare chest and filled the room, he began running his fingers through his thick hair and taking deep breaths, allowing the cold to scratch at his lungs. He turned expecting to see his prisoner sitting up right, their teeth chattering even more furiously but he now just looked even more lifeless. August Jumped over and grabbed their cheeks, his fingers digging into the thick flesh and began shouting at them. “Hay! You better still be there!” He paused hoping for a response. “You better not go ending my plans so soon. I have barley got to the good stuff yet!” With yet still no response he began slowly moving the head from left to right.
A blank expression covered August’s face, the limpness of the victims neck was enraging him. He started grinding his teeth and forced the head back, away from himself, almost toppling the chair the prisoner was tied to. He ran his hands through his hair a couple more times as he paced the room. “Why! How could the cold kill you! What have you done! You idiot! I have been waiting so long for today” He stopped in front of the body, taking large angry breaths. Vapor pouring out of his mouth and nose like smoke from one of those Fire Breather leviathans. He reached into his back pocked and pulled out his saber then began randomly slashing at the body before all that was left were small lumps of partly cauterised meat and many splintery shards of wood.
When his rage had subsided he placed his hands on his knees and looked down at his reflection in the puddle of blood below his feet. A single bead of sweet ran down his long fringe and rippled outwards as it landed in the puddle. His brown dead eyes staring back at him.
"I think I will choose the name Saila Way and go by that from now on."
The Cold August.
“It’s cold here. It’s colder outside. I like the cold. It pushed me towards the edge.” August licked the blood off his chapped lips and turned on the spot. “Do you like the cold? I could bring in more if you would like.”
The dazed prisoner looked up at his captor, his teeth chattering. “WhWhy are yoyou doing this August. We have know eaeach other for years, have I done something to ofoffend you?”
The tips of August’s lips curled slightly. “O it’s nothing personal. I just happened across your name on the list and I couldn’t help myself. You will be my third and with that I can leave behind the title of [Withheld until character activation]. You see I yearn to be a [Withheld until character activation] and an easy kill like you caught my attention, I don’t know if there are any rules against going after people you know or have easy access to, you in this case, and I don’t care! I was so thrilled when you said you would come on this trip with me, my stomach has been in knots the whole trek up to this cabin. O and I have plans for you. All those times you laughed behind by back, I knew you were doing it but I kept myself restrained and now I have a reason to! Now I can show you what it is like to have something cutting away at you! Well for you it won’t be figuratively.” He noticed his prisoner was starting to fade, his head was drooped and his eyed were closing. “What is wrong sir? The cold isn’t getting to you I hope!”
He pulled his thin shirt off and kicked open the double doors. The sharp icy Diado air hit August’s bare chest and filled the room, he began running his fingers through his thick hair and taking deep breaths, allowing the cold to scratch at his lungs. He turned expecting to see his prisoner sitting up right, their teeth chattering even more furiously but he now just looked even more lifeless. August Jumped over and grabbed their cheeks, his fingers digging into the thick flesh and began shouting at them. “Hay! You better still be there!” He paused hoping for a response. “You better not go ending my plans so soon. I have barley got to the good stuff yet!” With yet still no response he began slowly moving the head from left to right.
A blank expression covered August’s face, the limpness of the victims neck was enraging him. He started grinding his teeth and forced the head back, away from himself, almost toppling the chair the prisoner was tied to. He ran his hands through his hair a couple more times as he paced the room. “Why! How could the cold kill you! What have you done! You idiot! I have been waiting so long for today” He stopped in front of the body, taking large angry breaths. Vapor pouring out of his mouth and nose like smoke from one of those Fire Breather leviathans. He reached into his back pocked and pulled out his saber then began randomly slashing at the body before all that was left were small lumps of partly cauterised meat and many splintery shards of wood.
When his rage had subsided he placed his hands on his knees and looked down at his reflection in the puddle of blood below his feet. A single bead of sweet ran down his long fringe and rippled outwards as it landed in the puddle. His brown dead eyes staring back at him.
"I think I will choose the name Saila Way and go by that from now on."
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