A/N YOYOYO! Hey, it's Emma, and I'm new! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Ice
Austin's POV (Point Of View)
It was cold outside, of course if it's winter that's a no brainer, but it isn't. In fact, it's spring. The news dude said it was the strangest thing, and that weather men were trying to figure out the nature of it all. They warned us, told us not to leave the doors of our home. Though, I'm not the kind of guy to just sit there when there is snow just outside the window, waiting for me to play in it.
"Hey Austin, where are you going? Your grounded remember?" Dad said from the hall.
Oh yeah, that's right...
"C'mon dad! It's snowing! In spring! Literally, who wouldn't want to go out there!" I said, because honestly, I'm not an idiot, I know my people.
"They said on the news to stay in doors! The snow could be toxic!" Dad said.
"But dad!" I whined, "It's just snow! Snow is frozen water! Frozen water isn't toxic!"
"I thought that was ice." Dad corrected.
"Oh, right." I said. "But come on! PLEASE! I'll mow the lawn!"
"It's snowing, Austin. Think about it." Dad said.
"I'll take out the trash!" I offered.
"They said to stay IN DOORS, Austin." Dad reminded.
"UGGG!" I said, frustrated. "What do you want me to do then?!"
"Stay here."
"But dad-"
"No."
"DAD-"
"No."
"DAD! DAD! DAD! DADA! DAD! DAAAADDY!"
"FINE! But for one hour only!" Dad proclaimed, sick of arguing.
"YES!" I said. Cue the fist bump.
I grabbed my jacket, ran a comb through my blonde hair, and was out that front door like a turbo race car!
The crisp, cold air, blew hard as I hurried down the front steps. First things first, make sure no dogs have marked their territory. Nobody wants to roll around in dog-contaminated snow.
When I was sure the front yard was clear of any dog dumpings, I sat down and made a snow angel. After I was done I saw my best friend, Dez, over in his yard. I guess I'm not the only one who begged to go out.
"HEY! DEZ! LOOK OUT!" I said, throwing a snowball strait at his face.
Dez looked up just in time for my snowball to make contact with his face. Brilliant.
"HEY!" Dez said, clearing snow from his face.
"HAHA!" I was in a laughing fit.
Dez balled up some snow himself and chucked it at me.
Perfect shot.
It landed in my smiling face.
Bring it.
I threw another, so did he. It was a friendly, snowball, WAR! The scores stood, AUSTIN- 7 v.s. DEZ- 6. Dez was about to make his move, hand poised to throw his winning shot, to tie the score, and-
"AHH!" I said, taking a few steps back from the blow. 7 to 7.
Though that didn't matter, what mattered was the pain shooting through me as some of the snow fell into my mouth. It tasted like soap, salt, all bitter and despicable. I fell to the ground, coughing and sputtering. This snow is abnormal... Something's wrong.
"Austin! You okay, buddy?" Dez asked, concerned, approaching me.
I couldn't speak. I was struggling for breath, I was shaking, and I couldn't do any thing about it. But Dez did.
Dez ran inside the house, screaming my parent's names.
"MIKE! MIMI!"
My parents rushed outside, Dez following.
"Honey! Honey, are you okay?!" Mom said, shaking my shoulders.
I couldn't answer.
"SWEETIE?!" Mom was starting to freak out.
"Sport, what's wrong!?" Dad asked frantically.
I couldn't even mouth words with my lips.
"Dezmond, honey, do you know what happened?" Mom asked him, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"We were having a snowball fight, and then he just fell down and started choking!" Dez said.
"Oh, dear call an ambulance! His face is turning purple!" Mom said, taking one of my cold hands.
"There's no signal!" Dad said, flipped.
"Go try the house!" Mom said.
"I'll try my house phone, too!" Dez said, getting up and sprinting across the street.
Pain. It was all too real. I didn't think I could hold it... I can't... Fight it off, FIGHT IT! FIGHT IT! No... I can't do it...
Then it all went black.
DEZ'S POV
We tried for hours, looking all over for ways to contact someone. When it was night, frost bite had bitten Austin's cheeks from laying there on the snow with just his jacket. There was still no way to get help. Email didn't work. Cell phones didn't work. The roads were blocked. There was nothing we could do.
Austin was dead.
His skin was pale and his hands were cold. Frost bite covering him. The least they could do was get him inside.
Once Austin's body was inside we all started crying.
If we had both just stayed inside, Austin would still be with us.
-THE NEXT DAY-
Austin's POV
I opened my eyes to white uniforms, surgeons, nurses, doctors, needles, all things emergency, but yet, a little more inhanced. Murmurs spread across the room when I opened my eyes. The whole thing scared me, made me ask myself questions that just made the craziness of it all more vibrant. More real.
"Hello Mr. Moon," said a nurse, she was approaching me.
"H-Hi." I said slowly.
"You have been in a terrible accident, do you remember this?" She asked.
"Y-Yeah." I said.
"Good, all traces of hypothermia are gone." She wrote something down in her clip board.
"W-What's going on?" I asked timidly, "Where am I?"
"Your in the ICU, Intensive Care Unit. And the thing is, you seem to have some sort of disease, it's strung into your DNA and heart. That's what prevented you from dying completely, we are calling it the Amones." She said.
"What does it do?" I asked.
"We don't know yet, but we expect some changes in the next few weeks." She said.
"So your letting me out now?" I said, shocked. Usually it takes a few days before you get let out of the ICU.
"Well I suppose, unless something is wrong." She says.
"Nothings wrong." I said.
"Good." The nurse said, and she led me to my parents.
We cried in a big circle, and eventually went home. And when Dez found out, he was a happy camper.
Sorry it was so short, but I have to go to youth group. Next chapter will be longer, I promise. Oh! And to get you all a chance to join the party, I can use a name for a doctor. Short part, but here's the form:
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