Falling Snow
Act 2: Can't break the future

The room was cold even though it was so high up. Bryan yawned while he waited on what he knew was coming. He peered out from the tiny window and saw the ground 10 meters under him. He had gotten a room that was far from all the others, high up in the abbey. It wasn't as cold up here as downstairs, and not as dark as there either. But it was still cold. Bryan started to move his right hand, witch were pressed against his left, in a circular motion. Trying to warm them up with his breath wouldn't work. He would just get colder then, this was the best way to get warm.

"Now follow me" Boris lead the boy to a room under the ¨real¨ abbey. Here the kids had to go a few times to check up if they had improved or not. And some other things happened down here to. But no one of the ones that had been exposed to the other treatments had told anything about it. Not even when they where allowed to talk.

Slowly Bryan walked after Boris to the room that was waiting. He had been in here a few times before and he didn't like it at all. Every time that he had come here he felt that he lost a tiny bit of himself. Of whom he really was. In the room Boris taught him how to be, but that was not who he wanted to be. Bryan was now inside of the room, sitting on the only chair in the room while Boris closed and locked the door. This always gave Bryan a cold chill running over his back. He wanted to get out, but he couldn't do anything to get out. Just sit still and do what he was told to. If he did it right the first time he was allowed to leave and get to his room sooner. Not that it was so much better to be alone in there for 3 hours straight while practising on his blading skills.

"Now tell me what you can see" Boris said while holding up a picture of a gun. This was the first part of this daily routine. If he was going to become what Boris wanted him to be he also had to think the right way. So he was showed different images and then he had to tell Boris what is was. This way he had to think about what it really was and every image that Bryan had seen was still stuck in his memory.

"A gun." Bryan said and swallowed so quiet that Boris didn't hear it.

"Good. Now this? What do you see?"

Bryan looked at the image. "I see someone in pain." He said and his voice was a bit shaky. This was the next step, first images of things to hurt someone with then someone that was hurt.

"And what caused the pain?" Boris said and gave the photo to the pale kid. Bryan looked at it even though he didn't want to. He saw the man on the ground blood sipping out from between his lips. His face was turned into a grotesque mask and the eyes where wide open. There was a gun next to the body. And a bit from the body there was a dark shadow.

"The gun" Bryan said hoping that it was the right answer.

"Almost right" Boris said while he walked around the chair that Bryan sat in. "But who used the gun?"

"The shadow"

"And who is the shadow?"

"I… don't know" Bryan glared at the image, tried to see who it was but he couldn't.

"Wrong answer" Boris said and slapped Bryan across the face so hard that he fell of the chair. A red marc appeared on his face, but no blood. Bryan was surprised that he had got away so easy. But he quickly sat up in the chair again while Boris continued to walk around him, now talking with a lecturing voice. "The shadow is you. You are the one inflicting pain on others. If you don't hurt them, they will hurt you, just like I showed you." Boris smirked. Bryan nodded. "Now.." Boris took up another image and showed it. "What is this?" ¨Bryan gasped a little not believing what he was seeing. "It's… it's me…" The light purpled by wanted to look away but knew he couldn't. Boris nodded, "Go on… what are you doing?" This was almost too much but Bryan kept on talking, "I'm killing a couple… they look afraid and surprised…" Without understanding why really Bryan manage to grasp onto some courage and ask a question he both wanted and didn't want to know the answer to. "Who… are they?" A big grin appeared on Boris face. Smiling he walked up and put a gentle hand on Bryan's cold shoulder, "Those are your parents… this was your first mission. To kill them" The young boys eyes shut wide open in surprise. His hands started to shake and tears started to make their way out. Boris started to laugh, making the boys heart even colder then it was before...