I couldn't breathe, and was frozen in my place. Holy crap, oh no, they're gonna kill me?! What's wrong with these people?! Were the thoughts flying through my head. I was shivering, which agitated Raein, and she moaned. I patted her shoulder cautiously, but slowly got up from the bed and onto the floor. Adrenaline was my energy, and panic was my drive.

I went through the doorway, tiptoeing past my parents room and other doors which I didn't know where they opened to. I managed to climb a set of stairs silently, and then open the front door and bolt across the snow as fast as my legs could take me. And why didn't I use my ice powers? They get faulty when you're supercharged and your blood is practically boiling. So instead of gliding, I ran like a maniac.

The houses on either side of the path were dark, but lit up in the rainbow auroras that ribboned in the black sky. The lights glared off the snow, making it as bright as noon, and easy for me to see where I was going.

I had to get to my ship. If I didn't, I'd stay stuck with homicidal parents and mishap siblings that I hadn't even known existed. This all was mind boggling. How did I always get caught up in the weirdest circumstances?

I finally emerged from the town, relieved. But, seeing something large and bright orange ahead. I squinted, trying to peer through the glow, and skidded to a stop in horror as I approached it.

Standing around my blazing ship were Hartch, Platto, Armant, Jaiduhs, and Grorn. Each of them were holding packs of fuel gel, with Hartch twisting an ignition stick in his fingers. Malicious grins were spread crookedly on their faces. "I'm afraid you won't be leaving Phrygis, Rundas," Jaiduhs growled, his voice deeper than usual. "Not until we're finished with you."

I took a step back, bumping into somebody. I turned and looked to find Daygon -with a large portion of male and female Phrygisians behind him- something white and squirming clenched in his fist. "Don't worry, son, this will only hurt a bit..."

I backed off, twisting my head left and right to see all of my captors. Was the entire planet going against me? This was unfair! I held my hands up, ready to shoot anybody that came towards me. Even if they were family.

"Give it up, Rundas. You can't defeat all of us combined!" Platto mocked as I accidentally ran into him, the maroon Phrygisian wrapping his arms around me. I squirmed and grunted, but he held me tight enough to render my movements helpless.

Daygon approached, with whatever it was screeching in his hand. I was thrust onto the snow carelessly, Platto digging his knees into the small of my back and forcing his palms on my spine. I couldn't get up, and watched as my father knelt and held the writhing thing towards the back of my neck.

I noticed that he seemed different. In fact, each and every one of them seemed abnormal. I just couldn't put my finger on what it was that made them strange.

I stared at what my father was about to place on me, seeing that it was some sort of energy made being, with a single, glowing red eye that was in the center of its circular head. It didn't have arms or legs, except four fin like appendages that flapped as it grew ever anxious to latch itself onto me.

Daygon was five inches from touching me with the thing, and the atmosphere around grew eager. The Phrygisians around leaned in to watch.

I wasn't going to give up, yet!

I threw my head back, clocking Platto in the jaw. He cried out, reaching up and faltering his pressure on my back. I seized this opportunity and swung my elbow into my "friend's" eye, also punching Daygon in the face as hard as I could. The crowd seemed to freeze, and I got to my feet while they were dazed, taking off into the air on a trail of ice.

"After him! Don't let him escape!" Daygon shouted from below, and the men shot upward and after me, crying out Phrygisian curses and, "Come back's!" They each rode their own paths that matched the specific colors of their bodies.

I ascended towards the sky, with Hartch gaining on me. He formed an ice chunk around his hand, then roared and catapulted it towards me. I dodged, and the black ice cracked into a red Phrygisian's temple, knocking him out and sending him plummeting towards the snow far below.

I laughed. "You still suck at shooting!"

He glared darkly, which gave me chills for a mysterious reason. Hartch's eyes flashed bright blue, and I felt a familiar sensation of hate towards him. Practically possessed by my rage, I dipped below him and grabbed his feet through the frost. He gasped, trying to kick me, but I sharpened a spear of ice around my hand, and sliced brutally up through his leg and out of the top of his thigh. The black Phrygisian screamed at seeing me cut through his entire limb, plus the amount of blood that cascaded down, covering me. Hartch's eyes closed and his body went limp as he too, fell the hundreds of feet to Phrygis's surface.

I turned my head away before he hit the ground, and began to defend myself from the terrorizing Phrygisians that streaked the skies in hopes to slay me. I knocked several heads, threw a green male into a mountaintop, and even sliced through a guy who tackled me. He was heavier and more broad shouldered than I was, and we plunged almost back to the snow. I had then manipulated ice around both arms, stabbing through his armored gut and out his back. I threw him into a deep ice mine shaft, hearing loud clanks and booms as he dropped through the place.

I suddenly snapped out of my killing thoughts, remembering that I had hurt my own kind. Even murdered. But it was for good purpose, right? They were the ones trying to assassinate me in the first place. Samus executed nearly every day, so why should I differ?

My mind had wandered, causing me to descend from the great chilling heights and onto the snow safely. I looked around the endless drifts, spotting a few curved silhouettes against the auroras. I was prepared for attack, but then recognized the war-class fighter ships that moored silently on a natural stone dock. My heart fluttered. I had found a way to escape!

I ran to the ships, thanking the heavens for this blessing. I swiftly got into one, and was about to freeze my body to the seat when something small tackled me with a loud wail. The pound was insanely powerful, and I was jerked out of the ship and onto the frozen ground.

The tiny white thing that Daygon had earlier was punching and biting me. I swatted at it, and eventually made my mark, sending the glowing body a few feet away. My hand tingled after touching it.

It got back up, its red eye studying me scrutinizingly. I stood, hands tensed and ice covered. I was in a squatting position, slightly bending my knees and keeping my gaze glued to whatever this thing was.

I shrieked and catapulted itself towards me, opening a gaping mouth that was filled with rows of sharp fangs. I shot a freezing blast on it, encasing the creature in a solid block that nearly broke on the ground. I caught it before, laughing in triumph. "You can't beat Rundas, little guy," I patted the top of it, and held it under my arm as I got into the first ship I saw. "You can't beat me."

I froze myself to the cockpit, making a see through ice window and lifting the vessel off the ground with my abilities. These ships ran on ice, and operated for Phrygisians only, which made them useful in battles. They were, however, very sensitive to heated attacks, and have had cases of melting wings and noses.

I was well over the planet, with only a few miles to go before I entered the upper atmosphere. I was extremely tired, but had just enough energy to divide between staying awake and piloting.

Something whooshed past my window in a blur, and I turned my head quickly to see if I could catch it again. Then there was a heavy thunk on the hull, and I looked to see Armant, her eyes bluely ablaze with fury. She was holding two extremely long knives, and gasped with growls that shot slight fear into me. She started hacking at the window, and since there was nothing I could do but try to shake her off, I let her commence with trying to break the ice.

I swerved left and right, her body jerking along with the ship. "Get off!" I shouted, hovering up and down swiftly as well. Armant didn't falter, but finally dug the tip of one blade into the windshield.

She pulled her arm back, then with a vicious blow, the ice window shattered, with shards cutting into me as they blew into the open cockpit. Armant gripped the dashboard, with it cracking below her fingers. She leaned forward and hissed in my face with a voice that chilled my blood, "You will never get away, Rundas! I know everything about you and what you do every second of every day! I know you weaknesses, your likes, your dislikes, and even those of which you cherish. You will obey me, or face the consequences!!"

I bared my teeth, and raised my arm. "Who are you to tell me that? Get away from me!" I shot a long and lethal ice spear that stabbed through Armant's throat and out her neck. She gasped, with her eyes flashing normal again and her breath choking in her now destroyed throat. I watched in terror as she clawed at her wound, her gore gushing from it and leaking from her open mouth. But, it didn't take long for death to take her, and Armant fell back, her dead eyes watching me blankly as I arose, and she plunged.

I closed my eyes, feeling horrible inside. The last memories I had of Phrygis had been gory and frightful. How would they remember me? Surely I would be known as the traitor, the liar.

The fool.

The creature incased in the ice squirmed in my lap, and I was reminded with a start that I had to leave Phrygis. With one last look at the ocean of snow, I remade the window, and ascended out of the thin atmosphere and into outer space.