"Toshiro, it's time for your lunch." A voice calls, sweet and mechanical. I don't bother to glance back, listening to the plastic tray clatter to the ground and the metal door slide shut.

"You're as cold as ever, I see." The speaker in the corner of the room seems to huff, and I roll my eyes; keeping my back facing the window. Those damned scientists wouldn't get shit out of me. The slight ache in my stomach isn't noticeable to me, but to others it would probably be considered painful enough to cry over. I don't cry; my tears just freeze solid anyway.

The so-called 'pain' (if only people actually knew what starvation was like) is annoying however, and I do hate annoyances.

I gather the cold around me, caging it into my gut for a second before closing my eyes; focusing on a sheet of ice forming over the single-sided window to block out the scientist's watch of me. I don't bother with the camera, the drop in temperature would be enough by itself.

I open my eyes, breathing out steadily. I was getting better, I certainly had more control of the cold and ice. I turn around to face the other wall, grimacing at the tray of food. It was the same as it always was, tasteless bread with even worse butter. A carton of milk, several pieces of fruit. A lollipop that swirled with all the colors of the rainbow and several others that I guess could be considered colors if one was high on crack.

I leave the bread, grabbing the lollipop, the milk, and the slices of fruit. Grapefruit today, yesterday it had been strawberries, the day before was grapes. It seems they intended to rotate me through the entire fruit section of the food pyramid. How annoying.

I pop the fruit into my mouth, grimacing at the taste; 'normal' food as it was called tasted so disgusting. The only good thing was the candy. I pop the lollipop into my mouth, my sharp teeth crunching through it with one solid bite. I chewed the hard candy, swallowing it dry. It sated the hunger slightly, but did nothing for my craving.

The craving was my true torture, although the scientists did not know it. They didn't even know of the craving, despite how obvious I have made it.

I sigh, burying the desire to eat down into my gut as I close my eyes; drawing the ice away from the glass and wrapping myself in it; shielding from view. I place my forehead against the icy wall, listening to the sound frozen inside.

"He's frozen the window again, sir!"

"What about the new cameras? How is it holding up?"

"It ain't! Frozen solid; the connection's been cut off."

"Damn it! How does he do that?"

"We'll have to wait until he removes the ice; keep on that camera in case the footage kicks back on."

The frozen sound stops, and I sigh before letting the ice shatter around me. A quick glance at the clock showed me the time; 12:30. The therapist would be here in about 10 seconds.

10.

I collect the coldness in the area, solidifying it.

9.

Shaping the ice takes work, thinning it to the perfect point where I could see through it and others couldn't takes even longer.

8.

7.

6.

I slide the newly-formed mask over my face, focusing on letting the coldness freeze to my face. The cold doesn't hurt, doesn't bite at my skin like it would for anyone else.

5.

I turn around, still sitting; the ice around me already freezing around me in a protective egg-shape.

4.

I rear my remaining ice and cold back, letting the room warm up. I collect it around me, suppressing it despite its screaming to be released.

3.

The door knob jiggled. The cold screamed for freedom. Not yet. Not yet.

2.

The door opened, a man walking in. He looked professional behind his square-rimmed glasses.

"Toshiro? Toshiro Hitsugaya?"

1.

I let go of the cold, the force of the rushing power making the egg-shaped dome of ice around me burst into shards; the sharp ice getting shot like deadly missiles all over the room. The ice froze the window, snapped the camera from the wires, and slammed into the man ruthlessly. His bare face, neck, and hands freeze black; his optical fluid freezing instantly and blinding his eyesight. The saliva in his mouth no doubt froze as well, cementing his tongue to the roof of his mouth and his lips shut.

I didn't like it when they screamed.

The shards from my ice-dome speared through his suit jacket; ripping holes and baring his flesh even more. The cold seemed to leap for the bare flesh, the skin blackening to match the rest of his skin. The man collapsed, shaking and clutching at his eyes and mouth. It probably hurt quite a bit; frost bite normally did.

I stood from my place, picking up a shard of ice on the ground. I walk towards the pile of blacked flesh, kneeling down at his abdomen. I use the sharpest edge to cut through his suit, baring the skin to the cold once more. It blackened, and I waited before plunging the shard through his gut.

The still-alive man jolted before even more ice flattens him back to the ground. I growl, straddling his lap and ripping the shard of ice up his bare chest. I was hungry, starving; the cravings were going full force.

The first slash had only pierced through the skin and partially through the first layer of muscle; honestly, they keep sending me more and more ripped guys. Didn't they know that the more muscles there were the longer I had to spend cutting at them?

I bury the bloody shard in the bleeding wound again, I drag the ice down his chest once again, slicing through several layers until I hit bone. I smirk, the cold around me charring the inside of the man's chest black. I pay no mind, finding the first of my many courses.

The lungs.

Clearly this man was a smoker; his lungs already blackened and seemingly filled with tar. I sigh, digging the two large bloody sacks out and tossing them aside; leaving the esophagus connected so the man could keep breathing until he died of blood loss.

I crawl a bit lower, undoing his suit pants and sliding them down. I inch his boxers down as well, stopping when his hip was bared. I stab down with my ice shard, blood spurting up onto my ice mask. I smirk, slashing open the skin to reveal a kidney.

I pick it up, licking my lips happily. With a quick glance I affirm that the liver looked healthy as well; that would be next. With a happy grin, I move my ice mask enough and bare my razor sharp teeth. I open my mouth wide and take a giant bite, chewing up about half of the kidney in my mouth while my hand held the other bloody half. After a gory swallow, I shove the other side into my mouth; savoring the metallic and meaty taste.

I reach for the liver next, taking a modest bite to make sure the guy hasn't been drinking too much for me to handle. My acute taste buds picked up on whiskey, and with an upset sigh I drop the liver to the side as well. I eat the other kidney as well, leaving the bladder; I leave the intestines and empty out the stomach, eating it as well. Finally, I was at the heart.

The heart was beating slowly, about to die. I smirk, latching my teeth on but not biting through, a shiver crawling down my back as each slow beat sent a delicious buzz through my skull. Finally, my teeth clamp through and tear through it like paper.

I chew slowly, savoring the sweetness on my tongue. It had been nearly 3 weeks since my last true meal; the institution was having trouble getting therapists to come see me due to each one quote-on-quote 'disappearing' after they left for the day. As I ate the rest of the now-still organ, I wondered where my next food source would come from.

They had questioned me so much; why did the therapists suddenly disappear? What did I do to them? Why did I always freeze up the windows and destroy the cameras? Each question was always met with my customary silence; my face expressionless even behind my mask.

I swallow the last of the heart, staring down at the bloody corpse. Ice slowly makes its way up his body, freezing him solid. I nod once he's fully encompassed in the ice, snapping my fingers. The ice shattered, as well as the body. The shards of ice disappeared at my order, the blood left on the ground already frozen.

I smirk, rearranging the ice into the familiar words:

Freeze the blood

Into crimson ice

No one can hide

From Frost's Bite

I shake my head, chuckling at the little nursery rhyme before waving it away. I dissipate my mask, turning away to face the blank wall facing away from the window and the camera once again. The ice on the window melts quickly, reforming into a copy of the therapist. I manipulate the puppet, making him stand up and readjust his jacket before storming out. The ice still left on the window supplied me with the conversation.

"How'd it go, Dr.?"

"Abysmally, the patient refused to answer at all. Wouldn't even turn to face me." I mutter, listening as the therapist's gruff words repeated mine.

"But you were so positive when you went in there! Are you sure you don't want to stay a little longer?"

I shake my head, knowing that the puppet would copy. "I have spent long enough for today; I will return tomorrow evening at 2 pm to continue the therapy."

"Oh… alright then, Dr."

I make the puppet walk away, smiling to myself. I give the puppet orders; hide out in the freezer until 2 pm tomorrow, then bang wildly on the door and collapse. Stop fake breathing, and then after discovery and the corpse is left alone, melt and disappear.

That should certainly boost staff-morale.

Until then, I'd just revel in my spectacular meal and the memories of the innocence I used to possess.