Storms POV
The sandwich wasn't half bad, turkey is a bit bland and slightly dry but hey its food and I'm starving. The snow leopard cub finished their milk and looked chipper then ever; their so cute!
"You want some more?" I asked.
They gave a happy nod, I couldn't tell if they were nodding but it looked like a yes to me; I placed my sandwich on my knee and poured a little more milk in the ash tray. They chirped happily and dug right in,
"Slow down you'll get sick," I chuckled taking another bite of my sandwich.
They finished their milk quickly and it looked like they were going to throw up; just as I thought. I gently patted their ice crystal back.
"This is what happens when you eat too fast," I said.
To my surprise they threw up snow, looks like I'm not the only snowflake in Hell, or this dream Hell. Why haven't I woken up yet; I'll wake up soon, for now I'll just enjoy what my weird subconscious has to conjure up.
"You okay?" I smile.
They were unfazed and just crawled into my lap and tried to get my sandwich.
I chuckle, "You already had your lunch, this is mine."
They snuggled against my thigh; I can't take this much cuteness.
"You know if we're going to be a team, you'll need a name, but first" I say as I lifted their tail.
There's no ball sack, so she's a little girl; poor baby, what happened to her mama and daddy?
"You're a girl; what should I name you?" I wondered.
"Princess?" I asked.
She gave a disgusted snarl, I laughed,
"Okay maybe not, Snow-Ball?" I asked again.
She shook her head,
"Snow White?" I asked.
She wasn't a fan, I kept thinking until I came up with the perfect name.
"How about, January?" I ask hoping she'll like it and she does.
She jumps up and down as she chirped happily, I laughed, she's too much.
"Okay, January it is then," I laughed.
I continued to eat my lunch when I heard a news bulletin behind me. I turned to a store window with a TV behind me and saw a pale blonde lady and some guy wearing a gas mask; they were talking to a really cute blonde girl who looked like a porcelain doll; literally. She talked about a hotel that helps sinners get into heaven. Heaven, that's a bit of a stretch; Does she mean help them wake up? I mean Heaven?! I'm not doubting it's real or not but come on, this is only a dream; also, sinners seemed a bit uncalled for, don't ya think? I opened my bag of sour cream and onion chips as she started to sing about her hotel; we got lunch, and a show.
After she finished her small musical number, everyone started to laugh at her, bunch of ass holes. It wasn't that bad; I could give her some pointers. This crap went on until something else came up; they changed the subject to a turf war,
"It looks like the one who just joined the battle is none other then, porn actor Angel Dust; what a juicy coincidence, you must feel really stupid right now," Katie Killjoy smirked to the princess.
I felt my cheeks blush as the bulletin showed Angel Dust's picture; they or he was naked and were surrounded by from the looks of it, censored dick's. He's a porn actor, interesting, I would've thought he was a super model that gave blow jobs. I saw him with another girl who I believe is Cherri Bomb; wait, does she have one eye? That's freaky, but totally awesome!
I watched as they fought against this large snake dude named Sir Pentious who had talking egg minions, I wonder if he knows, 'Lord Voldemort'. Then again from what this dude is throwing, 'Voldemort' could kill him in an instant.
They continued to fight until the news cut out, seriously; they were just getting to the best part. I rolled up the chip bag and licked the seasoning off my fingers. The Happy Hotel huh, seems like a nice place to stay, it beats sleeping on the streets and stealing food.
"Hey January, how would you like to stay at 'The Happy Hotel?" I asked.
She jumped off my lap and chirped happily while she bounced up and down, I swear her tiny legs must be made of pogo sticks.
"Okay let's go, only question is, where is it?" I wondered.
Storm and January wondered the streets of Pentagram City for what felt like hours, it's honestly hard to tell how late it was, if he had a phone or a watch it'd be easier. The sky looked darker and the street- lights were on, it must be around 7 or 8pm. However late it was he was tired, and he was fighting the urge the fall asleep. January was tired too and it looked like she was going to pass out any second.
Storm grinned sheepishly, "You need some help?"
He picked her up and held her like a baby, she happily fell asleep in his arms.
He smiled, "Don't worry baby girl, daddies got you."
Storm was in the middle of nowhere, he had no money for a motel and there weren't any free beds lying around. He can't sleep in the streets, that's all kinds of nope; he then felt something papery under his shoe. He glanced down and to his surprise and relief, it was money! Without dropping January, he gently bent down and picked up the cash; he unwrapped it and saw a twenty, then a five, then a fifty! He nearly screamed with joy.
"Yes!" Storm whispered loudly.
There was about seventy-five dollars, it was more then enough; just enough for a cheap motel, dinner for tonight and breakfast for tomorrow. He felt like the luckiest guy in Hell and he couldn't be happier. His small celebration woke up January,
"Sorry baby girl didn't mean to wake you, but we're going to be more then okay," He said.
The nearest motel was a few minutes away and once he got there, he felt relief wash over him; the red neon sign red, 'Bates Motel'
He grinned, "How ironic."
He entered a small office the interior was a bit of an eye sore and it could use some major remodeling. The wallpaper was a dull peach shade with what looked like tiny cherry blossoms, or some kind of flower; it was ripped and looked tacky, it almost reminded him of an old 80's home or an antique shop. There was only a few chairs and a shelf full of pamphlets of different locations in Hell, it varied from the IMP City to The Black Sea.
"Hey kid what do you want?" An old voice croaked.
Storm turned to an old green lizard lady, she wore a pink nighty with white slippers and had messy white hair.
"Hi, I'd like a room for tonight please," Storm said.
The lizard lady opened a drawer behind her desk and handed him a key,
"Room 10, it's upstairs, take a right," She said.
Storm took his key, "Thank you."
He placed January on his shoulder and held onto her back; the night turned the crystals from a light blue shade to a glowing neon blue, he looked like a father carrying his baby girl to bed. January is his baby and he's going to make sure she's safe in his arms. He made his way upstairs and found his room, once he opened the door, he placed January on the bed and collapsed from near exhaustion. His legs have turned into pudding and having a soft bed to lay on was beyond refreshing.
He groaned, "Finally, sweet relief."
January nudged his ice horns, he glanced up and saw that she's giving him the hungry eyes, like the ones she had earlier. He was hungry too, the turkey sandwich and the large bag of chips from earlier that gave him the energy to walk a hundred miles had vanished. He crawled onto the bed and reached for a nearby phone,
"Room service?" He grins.
While he waited for dinner, he decided to take a shower, he probably smelled like a gym locker. He stripped and tossed his clothes onto his bed, before he slipped into the shower, he caught a glimpse of his naked body. Negativity crept its way into his mind faster than a race car at the 'Indie 500'. His body lost all feminine curves a long time ago along with the feminine features on his face. Without his nose ring or gauges the baby features really showed, he felt he had the body of a tween girl just starting puberty, or a stick with small breasts.
"You're not a boy, you're a girl!" A masculine voice yelled.
"You just want attention!" A feminine voice shouted.
Storm shuttered; did he really just hear voices? Who were they; they sounded familiar; does he know them from somewhere? He shrugged it off and proceeded to turn on the shower. However, when he touched the water it was burning hot; to a regular person, shower water that's too hot wouldn't be a big deal but to Storm, it felt like a knife stab.
He screamed, "Ah shit!"
His right hand was shaking and was blistered; the strange thing is the blister was blue, not red like it should be! His blood was blue and from what he felt from the blister, cold. He felt a cold tingle in his left fingertips; he placed them on his womb and the sensation felt amazing. It didn't feel like an ice pack or cold water from the sink, it felt like snowflakes were kissing away his blue burn. Not even a minute passes and his scar is gone!
He was in disbelief, "This is new,"
Once the water was warm, he stepped in and surprisingly he didn't burn up; he can handle the warmth, but the heat is a huge no-no. His frozen body relaxed and felt all his anxiety from earlier melt away, he's going to sleep well tonight. After a few minutes he shut off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around himself. Once again, he caught a glimpse of himself, he sighed sadly, he really hated his body. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock and shout at the door,
"Room service!" A voice shouts.
He approached the door and looked through the peep hole praying that food was there and no one else. Thankfully only his and January's dinner sat on the porch. His dinner was a small cheese pizza with a bottle of water and a side of raw hamburger meat and a baby bottle full of milk. He got a paper plate for January and himself, one was the meat, and the other was for the pizza.
He changed into a black bath robe, he didn't want to sleep in his clothes or binder, but he didn't want to sleep naked either. He was to self-conscious for that.
"Enjoying your meal sweetie?" Storm asked munching on his pizza.
Only the sounds of happy munching can be heard, he knows how she feels. All this walking can really bring out an appetite. The pizza wasn't half bad, it wasn't half baked but it wasn't 'Papa Johns' quality either; it's food, and he's grateful for it.
"Wonder what's on," Storm said.
He grabbed the nearby remote and flipped through the guide and there wasn't much to choose from. It ranged from violent documentaries, 666 news segments & pornos. One of the pornos was Angel Dust, the cover featured him in a sexy pink nurse outfit with a large needle and a seductive smirk on his face; the title red, 'Getting Better.' His entire body shuttered, apart of him was curious but apart of him felt nervous. It was the fear of getting caught and getting screamed at by his parents or some authority figure.
"Disgusting you should be ashamed of yourself!"
"We didn't raise a filthy perverted child!"
Storm's hands were shaking, and the remote was nearly covered in ice crystals, he dropped it before it turned into an ice cube. What was going on; why was his body reacting like this; it was only porn after all and he's alone with January, who probably doesn't know what porn is. His parents weren't with him, but still he can't help but get anxious if someone walked in on him. He took a few deep breaths and relaxed his racing heart, once he calmed down, he glanced back at the TV.
"No, I can't, Angel Dust is really lovely, but I'd feel like a major creeper," Storm said.
January glanced up from her dinner and gave him a worried look,
He smiled, "I'm okay, just deep in thought that's all."
After a few seconds, he found 'Toy Story,' this was surprising. Considering where he is and what movies were present, this literally felt like an innocent fish in a sea full of angry and horny sharks; but he could use something nostalgic and sweet to take the edge off his day.
"Why not," Storm chuckled.
He pressed play and when it started all his troubles melted away, his cold body felt the sweet, sweet warm nostalgia flow through his frozen veins. January jumped on the bed and sat beside him. They'd get to the hotel eventually but tonight they weren't going to worry about anything, except 'Buzz Lightyear' thinking he's a real space ranger. Unknowing to Storm, he's having a similar crisis.
End of chapter 3; looks like Storm's about to experience Buzz Lightyear syndrome, will he be able to snap out of it, or will it get the better of him?