Chapter Five - Cold
"I warned you, Vladimir Masters." A voice spoke from behind Vlad; the tycoon growled at the blant "I told you so." He had been stuck inside for a month since the blizzard had come through. He now glared out one of the grand windows in his home wearing all manner of expensive winter wear from thermal suits to a parka. But neither the clothing nor his core kept him warm, the chills seeped directly into his veins like deathly claws and the worse it got if he thought of a certain MIA ghost-boy. Where had Daniel possibly run off too? Due to the cold and conservation everything in his mansion had been cut off including heat, luckily he had went out and bought a potent backup generator. But whenever Vlad managed to work up his powers for a fire, the ice would just zap him of all his conviction. No more fancy meals at his beck and call, all his servants had fled when the news forecast predicted the cold was heading farther past Amity. The only people who remained in the town were the ones utterly trapped— Manson's, Foley's, etc. and those who had a mission... The Fenton's. Jack and Maddie were in dire straits, their son hadn't been seen since the storm had come through and the eldest child was in a coma. Vlad thought of this factor and the guilt hit like a truck. He had caused this, Jasmine's coma, Daniel's psychotic break, the storm, ALL HIS FAULT. His greed had lead to Armageddon. The tycoon snarled at such thoughts and pulled out his tablet. He looked up the news.
"~ In today's news, still no sign of the missing boy, Daniel James Fenton." Vlad rolled his eyes while listening to the program. "The young man was last seen a few hours before the storm occurred at Casper High. Let us keep the hope alive, that this young man is still alive."
"I warned you, Vladimir Masters." The mirror repeated from its post on the coffee table. "I told you, that the boy was too strong to take on alone and what did you do?"
"I-I went after him alone. " Damn, it sucked to admit stupidity and ignorance with an added bonus of guilt. Vlad hung his head as the mirror continued on with its passive aggressive rant.
"My specific words unto this were I quote 'Daniel Fenton is the strongest ghost to ever exist in ANY timeline. He doesn't know it but make of him an ally. But if harm befalls his loved ones at the expense of your ambitions... His true powers will be unleashed and doom will befall us all.' "
"I understand that now. " Vlad grumbled. "Now all of us are going to die and it's all my fault. I didn't mean to hurt the boy, I just~ snapped. He has it all—!"
"In the eye of a beholder, he seemed to have it all... But truthfully he was alone and on the verge of breaking. You just accelerated the process.
"There has to be a way I can fix this. " Vlad groaned and hung his head in his hands. "I can't just sit back and wait for the boy to afflict the world with hypothermia."
"With each passing second his power increases... But there is a way." Plasmius perked at this and channeled his thoughts on that one sentence.
"Step one, the truth. "
"The what?! "
"Go unto the Fenton's and apologize. Tell them everything from what lead to your utter black heart and hatred of Jackson Fenton to your love and envy of their son who is the cause of this 'Forever Winter.' Admit all pass wrongs conducted unto the family and their friends plus their home. Tell them, Daniel is the cause of this devastating storm and the future ones to come."
"Wait! To come?!"
"The force and strength behind these storms is nothing compared to what the boy is planning. As I stated before, his power increases with each waking moment but the boy is plotting... He wishes for revenge in the most vicious way, soon all who wronged him in the past will fall unto his power soon... Including you."
