Silver decided to have a talk with Frost to find out why she is "messing" with Blaze.
But, a simple talk turns into a brawl between the two.
Blaze
Blaze felt naked and lonely. She felt as if a like a giant, towering behemoth was violently pressing her face against shattered glass shards. That's exactly how she felt at this point in her life: hated, isolated, and disgusted with herself. She felt as if that same towering behemoth had taken her shriveled-up heart from her chest and ate it whole. How could her sister – her only sister – push her away and crucify their relationship like this? It made no sense. It all stood out as obviously as a puzzle with a few missing important pieces. Without those few remaining pieces, the puzzle is incomplete. The final vision is blurry and the final image is still butchered. Blaze felt exactly like this: incomplete and butchered. The future that she wanted her and her sister to have – to love each other, to provide for one another, and to cherish each other for life – it seemed that that dream was never going to come true. For now, she really hoped that Silver and Frost would work with one another to relinquish the grudges they held against one another.
"Be careful."
Silver/Frost
Outside, Silver was leaning against the wall of a nearby building patiently waiting for Frost to show her face, so they could begin their conversation. "She's taking too long. Where is she?" he said in an annoyed tone. While he waited for her, the wind began to pick up and the temperature began to drop. Dark clouds began to migrate within the area, bringing thunder and wind with them. Rain was soon to come. Silver could feel it. He began to grow impatient and very irate. Maybe she chickened out and decided to run away like a heartless coward. Just when he was about to quit on her, he hear the sound of heels clacking against solid ground. "Good, she's here."
Frost closed the door behind her. As soon as she stepped outside, she could feel the cold air press against her face. The cold air took her back to the time she was on that deserted island in the middle of the ocean. The loneliness caught up to her quickly. "The cold wind…" she sighed, "it feels like a bunch of rusty needles clawing away at my exposed flesh; like being dropped into a freezing pool of an ocean while flesh-eating sea creatures tear me apart from the inside out. I've never felt warmth in so long. It's painful to be back out in the cold like this."
"Over here!" Silver called, bothered by the fact that she took so long to appear. "What took you so long, huh? Picking on Blaze, I'm assuming?"
"No," she said. "I think that she's sunken so low that she doesn't deserve to be ridiculed normally."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Frost wanted to know why Silver was being so defensive of Blaze. If only he could have seen her face close-up, then it would be obvious that she was breaking herself down because she has to face the fact that Frost just didn't want to be around her anymore. "Silver, I'm sure that even you would turn your back on her if you see how she looks now."
Silver became outraged. "That's not true! No matter what situation Blaze is in, I'll try my best to help her in any way that I can. I'd never abandon her," he shouted, clenching his teeth, "unlike you, you filthy backstabber." His face was all flushed out already because he was so angry.
"So, I'm a backstabber now? First, I'm a misogynist, which is painful enough knowing that I was blacklisted from society, now I'm a backstabber? What else am I, Silver? Am I a liar; a sadist; a coward? Or am I just a thing; a monster; an abomination of mankind? You tell me what I am to you! Do you think that I deserve to die? Am I nothing but a virus that pollutes the air and fouls up this life? Tell me what the hell I am to you, Silver!"
Silver was speechless. He had never seen her so angry ever since the time when she warred with Blaze one year ago. He was kind of nervous because he had never talked to her alone like this, especially since she's in such a feverous rampage. He wasn't able to say what he wanted to say anymore, but he had to say something to appease her somehow.
"Tell me what I am to you," she said furiously.
Silver was mistakenly staring into Frost's eyes. Her lime-green eyes broke through the walls of his defenses. Her eyes made him feel lost and blind. Never before had her felt so scared in his entire life of just one person. It was baffling. He could feel the anger from where she was standing. Her pulsating rage made him feel small and weak, like a bear cub lost without its mother. He couldn't say what wanted to say because his words had fallen from his mind. He was so scared right now. He needed to say something so that he wouldn't look stupid. "Frost, y-you're a disgrace!" he blurted without thinking.
Ice began to develop all around her body. "Thank you, Silver," she said.
"'Thank you?' For what?"
"Thank you for driving me under even farther."
Frost let her anger drive her as she ran to attack Silver. He positioned his body in his familiar fighting stance that he used in his training modules. As Frost was running towards him with fire in her eyes, Silver was prepared for anything that she was going to throw at him. He charged his PSI and tossed a wave at him, hoping to stop her in her tracks. At the last second, Frost jumped above his head, just narrowly avoiding the PSI wave. Still in the air, she turned her body and began firing four ice crystals at him. Silver still had his back turned, but he saw them coming from the corner of his eye. He hopped out of the path of the incoming crystals. Jumping backwards, he successfully avoided all but one ice crystal. A scratch was left across his cheek. Darn, he thought, she has good aim.
She landed flat on her feet, facing him. Silver was impressed by her agility and her prolific athletic ability. If only she wasn't trying to kill him, then he would shake her hand and acknowledge her. He could see the anger in her eyes and if he looked close enough, he could see his reflection in her cold stare. She was gunning to kill him. Just thinking about that made him feel even more uneasy, but he still had to maintain a cool head. He couldn't let the fear of death break him down so easily. He recollected his thoughts and focused squarely on fighting Frost. No distractions and no screw-ups. Frost wanted to punish him for calling her out like that. She hated his guts and just wanted to make him suffer. She launched more ice crystals at him, this time with greater intensity and speed. If he had a hard time dodging those last few crystals, how was he going to dodge these? He had to try. He was able to dodge about two of the four that flew towards him. The other two cut him on his hand and his torso. Frost had him. If this was all he was going to do, it was only a matter of time before he was completely defenseless. Silver had to get his bearings together. If he kept on going like this, then there was no way that he was going to get away from her. "What's the matter? My mind is in complete control, and I believe that I can beat her, but something is holding me back. What is it?"
"I'll tell you what. You're scared," she said. "No matter how hard you try to deny it, you're scared of me. You fear me. That's why you can't focus on fighting me efficiently."
"That's not true. I'm not scared."
"You were just sweating bullets a few minutes ago, gripping your chest with both hands, and shaking your head in a paranoid and disturbed way, as if you were trying to deny the fact that you can beat me. Now, you're covering up that fact that you really are terrified and lying to me right in front of my face. What does that say, Silver?"
"You don't know what you're talking about!" he further denied. He tried to defend his pride. He didn't want Frost to find out that he was acting weak for a reason.
"Really? If that's the case, then why are you sweating like a dog?"
"Um, I-I just…uh…"
"Like I thought."
Frost charged him again, this time she had the means to freeze him and end his life in an icy prison. Silver got his bearings straight for the last time and prepared himself once again. This time he was really ready. He was going to fight back this time. He prepared his PSI once again, wetted his lips and raised his gloved hand. As Frost was charging him, he tried to read and memorize her movements. He figured that she was going to jump over his head again, so that's what he planned to do. He planned to cut her off guard and then stop her dead in her tracks. It had to work. We wasn't going to let it fail, not by a long shot. Frost was nearing him, hands outstretched and willing to strike. Silver knew what he was going to do: as soon as she jumped, he had to cut her off and take control of her. If she didn't ump, he had to improvise. She was getting closer to him, and Silver was fully prepared for her to jump. When she got close enough, she halted to jump, then proceeded to slide underneath him. "She tricked me! No way!" he exclaimed, shell-shocked at what she had done.
Just then, she raised her right hand in the air and all of a sudden, little particles began to gather in her palm. The particles looked like they were beginning to form something. They warped and twisted themselves around until they gripped each other and formed a shape. It opaque design could be made out in mere seconds. She had formed a spear made completely of ice. Even though Silver wasn't really trying his hardest, it was time for him to unleash his potential. Once Silver readied himself, Frost arched her back and tossed the spear towards him at blazing speed. Silver locked his eyes and his mind on the oncoming spear. Focused and full of attention, he used his PSI and stopped the ice spear in its tracks. He reversed the spear back to her, full force. Frost thought fast and shattered the spear with a protective ice sheet she formed. As soon as she dropped the ice sheet, she tried to walk towards him, but for some reason she couldn't move. She couldn't even budge. She struggled to escape, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move a muscle. She was stuck in place, struggling to make a motion, but was still unable to. Why was she unable to move her muscles? It made no sense. "What's holding me back? Why can't I move? Oh…Silver. It's you."
"That's right," he said with a wry grin on his face.
"Let me go, right now," she heatedly demanded.
"I don't think I should do that."
"Why not?"
"I won't let you go unless you promise to admit to your wrongdoings and apologize to Blaze, your twin sister. She loves you so much. She would never do anything to hurt you. If you promise to forgive and forget, I'll let you go free."
"How many times to we have to go through this same tedious routine? That will never happen. I'll never forgive her for what she did to me. End…of…story," she maliciously spoke.
"Will you ever learn?" Silver lowered his head and shook it in disgust. How could one be so cruel as to regret their wrongs, and then deny it so explicitly? Silver wasn't going to have this. He raised her into the air and began slamming her against the walls of many different buildings nearby. He really didn't want it to escalate to this, but she forced it to come to this.
Frost was taking heavy damage quick. She had to break loose somehow, but Silver had her in his grasp. If she didn't do something quick, she was going to die. She tried only to move her hand so she could attack him, but the force was too strong for her to bear. Down below, something felt loose, like a tightening sensation. It was coming back again. The stinging feeling in her leg was back again, but this time, it felt worse. She medicated it not too long ago, and it was feeling fine, but it was automatically feeling like a knife piercing her skin. Something wasn't right. Every time she was being smashed into a wall, the pain was just too intense for her to handle. She screamed out in agony every time Silver bashed her against a wall. She couldn't take pain this intense. It felt vaguely felt like a loose nail from a building got stuck in her wound. She couldn't hold back her tears as they streamed down her face because of the intense, screaming, burning pain. This time, she really wished for death. "S-stop! It hurts! P-please stop! It hurts! It hurts!"
"You're so stubborn. All you have to do is just apologize for what you did to your sister. That's all you have to do. Is that so hard? All you have to do is forgive and forget. It's so painless. You can stop this torment and pain if you just say you're sorry. It can all end with just one simple word: "sorry." Just tell it to her, please. She needs it, Frost. She's hurting more than you can possible imagine, and yet you don't even care; not a lick of compassion runs through your veins. It's pathetic, really. Why don't you just say sorry? Just say sorry. That's all you have to do. It's so simple. Will you do it; not for me, but for Blaze's sake?"
Frost reluctantly disregarded his words. "Y-you can b-burn in Hell, Silver."
"Why do you make this so hard, Frost?"
Blaze
Inside Blaze's home, Blaze could hear the sounds of the fighting and the clamoring of Silver and her sister. Were they ever going to solve their issues with each other? It seemed as if that wasn't going to happen. Anyway, she decided to build her courage back up and stop the fighting herself. She picked herself up and headed the door. When she grabbed the doorknob, she hesitated to turn it. She feared that maybe she was going to get in the way again. She wasn't going to let that stop her because she had to get in the way if she wanted to stop the fighting. So, with that motivation in her mind, she turned the doorknob and stepped out of her house only to find something absolutely terrifying.
This is how they have found out how to settle their differences. It's pretty sad.
What will happen next? How will Blaze react to what she saw?
