FROST - Fear

by XLRY

I would tell you what it's about, but I'd rather you found out for yourself. Just know this: there will be five stories. The first one lies here. You should read them in order. You don't need to be a fan of the show to enjoy these, but it is preferable. Have fun!

F|R|O|S|T - Fear

Part One

Rain trickled down into the dark alleyway. A metal claw squeezed tightly around an old man's throat. The barrel of a gun was pressed into his belly. He looked through gray, unkempt hair at his oppressor. Though hard to breath, the elder did not gasp for air. He was fairly calm, albeit shocked that he'd been bested so easily by a machine.

"Where is the General?" the metallic voice spoke.

"He doesn't serve the likes of you anymore," came the answer.

Tighter the claw squeezed. Now gasping had begun. The heart rate of the old man was climbing. His eyes rolled down to where his legs had been. He sniffed, wishing it hadn't come to this.

"Where is the General?" repeated the monster, his red eyes piercing the darkness. The ancient man was loyal. He would never turn his friend in.

"I won't speak, beast!" he cried, his eyes widening. "Get it over with!"

Tighter, and then more gasping. No words could be emitted. The old man did not fight back. He accepted his fate. As long as his silence persisted, his dearest friend would remain unharmed. The two red lights grew hard to see.

"This is your last chance, Scotsman," the metallic voice uttered. "You can either tell me where he is, or draw your final breath."

A grin formed, and as he drew that final breath he chuckled a little. He contracted slightly, then went limp. The body hung for some time, water trickling off its wrinkled, bare toes.

It's a dreich day.

His lifeless body was left lying in the rain, alone. The assailant left it there, and walked out into the streets of New Marydon. As the cars passed by, the monster looked at the hand that had done the dark deed. He then looked away, knowing he must proceed with his duty.

You are mine now. You have no soul. You have no feelings. You have no identity. You serve me, now and forever.

In that time, there was a struggle.

Don't fight it. Accept what you've become. Accept what you will always be.

Finally, he gave in. And so, the machine was born. And so, a name he was given, a name which would evoke fear wherever whispered, wherever preached, wherever thought of: Viper.

He walked for a long time, down the sidewalk. There was an eerie irony in all this, but it didn't occur to him at the time. All he could think of was the mission. He had to find the General. He had to bring him to the Emperor.

Time was running out.