PART 15: Cold as Hell (Continued)
Stairs. Nothing but stairs. All in front of her, seeming to go up forever and ever and ever. The room she was in was filled with light, and the stairs were made of crystals. She began to walk up the stairs, and a pair of hands lifted her off the ground by her arms and began to carry her. Her parents, on both sides of her.
Images of her happiest memories flashed by, the her in the dream getting older with every step she was carried. Eventually, the walking ceased and the stairs reached a landing. The hands vanished, replaced by the sinister grip of the man from earlier and the rough smell of gunpowder as the gun was pushed against the side of her head.
The arms threw her across the landing, and she fell into a deep, dark, bottomless pit as the images of her parents dying flashed into her mind...
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Kirby exhaled an enormous cloud of blue flame-like mist that engulfed the two boomerangs, freezing them solid. He spun around and kicked the frozen cubes that sealed the boomerangs at Frosty, who opened his huge mouth and spit them back out at Kirby, who had just been knocked over by the two blue creatures. The ice cubes turned Kirby into an enormous glacier on contact, and when the glacier exploded, shards of ice slashed Kirby's skin open, spilling blood onto the snow.
Kirby quickly hopped to his feet and was hit in the back of the head by a cutter boomerang, which lodged itself into his skull. Kirby cried out as the ultra sharp boomerang began to lodge itself deeper and deeper into his head. Frosty stopped watching idly, and instead stared at Kirby in his pain, grinning confidently.
"That's enough! Kirby's mine to kill, and nobody elses." Frosty ordered as he walked over to Kirby and bent down to the point where he was breathing into Kirby's face, his beady black nose almost pressing against Kirby, and his icy breath covering Kirby in a solid mist.
"If you can't beat my minions, how do you expect to beat me?" Frosty said in perfect english, his real accent only slightly artic and his icy breath making Kirby wince. The pain in Kirby's skull had brought Kirby to his knees now, and he stared back into Frosty's eyes in rage. The heat that seemed to boil from thier eyes could have melted the snow if it was any more powerful.
"It's pointless. Everything that can stand against you does. If you win, things will be like before, only there won't be anyone to support you and set things right when everyone believes in you. And everything is dead. The balance of nature has been shattered. Without the sun's rays, everything is colder than my very breath. And when it tries to rain, the cold makes it become snow. And with the Black Fog, everything withers and dies in seconds. Buildings turn to dust, mountains crumble...everything becomes a wasteland." Frosty explained.
Kirby didn't bother to listen. Instead, he puffed himself up like an enormous balloon and the boomerang was launched out of his skull. It flew backwards towards it's thrower at such a speed that the Sir Kibble was sliced in half and thrown off the cliff. Frosty did not pay attention. Instead, he jumped away from Kirby as gracefully as a cat and landed on the snow twenty feet away silently. Frosty lifted both his arms into the air and snowballs formed and spun around him in a steady blur.
"Kiss my ass, Kirby." he said, turning around and showing just that from an unconveniently placed hole in the back of his overalls. The snowballs combined into an enormous boulder made of solid ice, which began to roll towards Kirby at the speed of a small jet.
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Honey awoke in a sweat, surrounded by a very rapid beeping noise. She looked around her. Nothing but solid darkness, but there was something on her face...that something was pulled off by a pair of hands, and she discovered she was on a bed in a silver room. Standing nearby her was an odd old man with a white mustache and thick glasses that you couldn't see his eyes behind. She had strange objects placed against her head, and the beeping noise came from a computer with a moving green line going up and down at a quick rate on the screen.
"At last, you have woken up again. You were in such a deep slumber that I swore you had knocked yourself into a coma." the old man commented, feeling her forehead. "Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm...OK..." she murmured, still slightly shaken.
"I don't think you are..." he whispered slowly, taking his hand off her head. "Not yet. But there's somebody who wants to see you." He pressed a button nearby the door at the end of the room and the door slid open. A man walked in, staring at her sadly. The man was tall, well-built, and was wearing all black, including black boots, gloves, shades, and a vest. The image of the shadowy man flashed before Honey's mind, and her eyes opened wide. The old man had tooken this moment to leave the room, and the doors slid shut behind him.
The man bent down towards her and and began to speak softly and kindly.
"I'm sorry..." he apoligized, reaching into his vest. He pulled out a blob of dark, shadowy mist and held in his fists. He then clapped his fists together, releasing more of the foggy blob onto his other hand. He threw that at the door, which sealed shut upon contact. He then removed his vest, revealing multiple gunshot wounds. Without wincing, he put his hands and the foggy mist into the gunshot wounds.
She began to squirm and flail wildly, until she realized that she was somehow pinned to the bed she lay on. The man pulled his hands from the wound, and no blood spilled anywhere. The foggy stuff was gone and his gloves had no blood on them. His eyes had turned blood red from behind the shades.
"...But your time is up." he whispered, placing his lips against Honey's own. She flailed and squirmed wildly, the man's lips locked against her own as he let out a long steady breath with a loud hissing sound. She squirmed even more as something seemed slid down her throat as easily as drops of water. She flailed wilder than ever, the beeping of the computer nearby getting faster and louder as she did so. She flailed again, the beeping noise repeating over and over more rapidly than could be possible, her muffled screaming filling the room.
Her flailing ceased. Her arms fell to the ground. She stopped screaming. The line stopped moving up and down and began to move in a straight line. Her mouth hung open, and a blob of foggy mist rose from it and opened a single red eye. In the center of the fog was a glowing light that illuminated the very walls. The eye glowed white and the man fell to his knees and died instantly. The fog flew out of the room silently.
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Kirby jumped to the right onto the rocks on the side of the cliff, and the boulder of ice narrowly missed him. Frosty screamed in rage and fired a four-foot tall ice cube at Kirby, which Kirby quickly kicked back towards Frosty with his foot. Frosty kicked it back at Kirby, who ducked immediately, and the ice cube fell off a cliff. Frosty jumped towards Kirby gracefully again, and Kirby slid underneath his attack. Frosty hit the rocks instead, which began to crack under his mass. Frosty materialized another snow boulder out of nowhere, jumping into the air and tossing it at Kirby, a hint of absolute madness on his face.
Kirby jumped away as the snow boulder exploded, hitting Kirby with chunks of ice which flew in all directions, hitting Frosty as well. Kirby ran towards Frosty, who jumped into the air again and prepared to crush him. Kirby rolled away as Frosty hit the ground, creating a massive shockwave which sent snow flying all around him. The snow hit Kirby in the face, getting in his eyes. He tried to get the snow out as Frosty threw another boulder at him, almost knocking him off the cliff.
Kirby was hit by the boulder, which exploded in his face, slashing his skin open with the blast. Blindly, Kirby walked right towards Frosty, who responded by punching him with his enormous fists. Kirby flew against the rocks with a crash and was buried with snow. Frosty created another snow boulder and tossed it at the fallen Kirby, who shook himself quickly and rolled away from the boulder. The ice from the explosions hit him again, and Frosty jumped onto the cliff Kirby was standing on. Slowly, Frosty walked towards him, his hands behind his back.
As soon as he reached him, he picked him up off the ground and shook him, so he could see his face clearly.
"Well, well...look who's laughing now." Frosty chuckled. Kirby stared at him icily.
"Me." Kirby said, as he took the tiara of glaciers off of his head and thrusted them into Frosty's face, puncturing it as the tiara vanished. Blood poured from Frosty's sockets, his eyeballs having been destroyed by the attack. Frosty was completely blind, and he screamed in absolute rage. The scream pierced the air like a lightning bolt, and there was an enormous shifting under thier feet.
Kirby laughed as Frosty and himself tumbled down the cliff, the rocks falling down in an avalanche Frosty had just accidently created.
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Everyone who had been at the funeral was waiting to find out what had happened to Honey, the little girl who had faced so much. The doors to the emergency hospital room, located at the southern end of the ship, swung open, and Dr. Yabui, the odd old man with the glasses, walked out of the room, carrying someone in his arms. A small girl with a pale, skeletal, wrinkled face, wide, blank eyes, bloodless lips, and tufts of hair missing.
"Believe it or not, the girl I hold in my hands is Honey. There is no trace of life in her." Dr. Yabui stated seriously. He looked like he was trying to find anything to say, but he had nothing. Slowly, he handed the girl to the other people.
"More than anyone else, you know what she needs more than I. Even beyond the grave." Dr. Yabui finished, walking off sadly.