Epilogue

Syringe's POV
I don't know why you have to do this just to get into school, but if it's just getting from point A to B, then piece of cake... I walked, and walked, and walked. An hour passed by, just like the harsh wind that blew against me as I walked, half blindly through the savannah alone. I had my eyes narrowed to allow me to see in the dust storm. At the beginning, there were a good hundred of us. And now, it's been reduced to seventy. Death comes quick to those who can't fight. Especially in a deathly place like this...

Every step I took, got me closer and closer to what looked like a wooden salon. I could just barely make out the outlines with my left eye, making me grit my teeth a little as a speck of dust collided with my retinas like meteorites... I shook my head left and right vigorously, enduring the annoying, stinging sensation that took my left, light red eye by storm... Soon, I was able to see the entire building clearly. It looked old fashioned. Wooden planks as the walls, a box-shaped appearance and a giant wooden sign that read "Slaughter 'N' Bones HQ" in a metallic grey, written in italics. It made me chuckle to myself as I approached the front door, or should I say, DOORS which were olden, western-styled salon doors which emitted a good 'wild' type of aura.

I burst through loudly, entering the unknown territory where many men sat around round, wooden tables on wooden, fragile chairs drinking large glasses of golden, frothy ale. To my left, were all the tables and chairs pushed up to as far as the back of the large room and to my right, was the counter where five men dressed and equipped with deadly weaponry sat on flat stools, each drinking a nice tall glass of silver whiskey.

I could feel stares attached to my very being. Stares of anger and blood lust. Tho I didn't mind them. I walked up to the most furthest stool and sat myself down, wriggling myself a little to get comfortable as footsteps from the other side of the wooden, splinter infested counter approached with an agonising orchestra of rattling chains... I blinked and looked to see what it was... And the moment I had my eyes fixated on the source, I was overcome with sorrow and pity... It infiltrated my heart and pierced my soul like daggers, making me grind my teeth against each other as I heard slow, hard footsteps approach me from the right... I ignored it.

In front of me, from the other side of the counter, was a beautiful girl who looked around my age, only shorter who wore the same black clothing I did, only with much lighter buttons and a miniskirt... However, it was stained with dirt as if she was thrown to the ground... Her colourful blonde hair was messed up, sticking out from all directions. On her tainted, white cheeks, I managed to find two purple bruises and three cuts from what looked like razor blades... I smiled softly and was a of to say something until the footsteps suddenly ceased and down came an empty glass of whiskey onto the counter from my peripheral vision to the right... It startled me a little, just because of the noise. But what startled me even more, was the fact that I felt the barrel of a handgun press against the right side of my head, making me take in a slow breath and close my eyes...

"Another one. That makes fifteen in one day, doesn't it bitch?! You'll see his brains fly out just like the others! Hey?! Any last words, punk?!", The guy who held the gun cried at both me and the girl. The girl whimpered and let out a soft 'no', completely petrified to the current situation... I smiled softly, still keeping my eyes closed and exhaled before speaking the last words he'll ever hear...

"Fourteen", I simply said and at once, I opened my eyes and with lightning speed, swung my left hand towards his gun as I stood right off the stool, clenching onto it and pushing him back hard with my right hand at the centre of his chest.

He flew back five metres and collided with the other men who sat down on the stools, causing an eruption of our bangs and crashes to emit whilst growls and angry stares from the crowd surrounded me... I didn't want to resort to violence but in the end, what can I do?... I tossed the gun up into the air, rotating it and catching it perfectly as I pointed it at the man who tried to kill me, smiling warmly with a pleasant smile.

"Free her from her shackles or else you get a lead bullet stuck in between your eyes", I said calmly in an easy-going manner... I'm always composed in a fight. Unless something serious happens... "Ten seconds".

"Don't fuck with me! KILL HIM!", He yelled and immediately, just as the other three men got off the stools and tried to pull out their weaponry, I shot four bullets point blank into their skulls without hesitation and a smile plastered across my face... They dropped immediately. Dead. Unmoving... They deserved it...

This continent is all about kill or be killed... Bringing peace to this place, will be a pain in the ass... Literally...

Phase's POV
Twenty out of the one hundred students enrolled have made it to this school. Pitiful. It wasn't like this when we entered. It was a breeze. I walked through a mildly populated hallway, putting on my expressionless look as people tried to get my attention but failed. I hardly talk to anyone because everyone wants to talk to me. How I'm Frost's familiar and how I helped him get so far. It angers me sometimes... I stuck by the left side, holding my hands together in between my thighs.

I blinked and turned my head to the left, stopping all of a sudden as I stared into the crystal clear window pane to check if I had any crumbs left around my mouth... While I was checking, the new comers arrived through the front gate far ahead. I blinked again and decided to watch them since I had nothing left to do. Some of the students here joined me and chattered about the names of the newcomers and what kind of magical abilities they had... One, three, seven, twelve people passed through the gate with happy smiles plastered across their faces. It disgusted me and made me want to throw up all over the hallway. Smiling after a bloodbath. I can't imagine... Thirteen, fifteen... Eighteen... I was ready to leave, but there... I saw someone... Someone who stole my attention with ease... It was a boy who looked near identical to Frost apart for the white eye patch across his right eye...

My heart throbbed playfully and a smile crept up my face...

"Phase?! Did you just smile?! Who are you looking at?!", One of the girls cried, making almost everyone in the hallway react immediately as they rushed to the windows to see just who I was smiling softly at...

"That guy! Hey! Isn't his name Syringe Colt or something like that?".

"Ah! Let's ask him out!".

"Did he lose his eye of something?".

"I bet he's using that to hide his true powers!".

"He took down four of the seventh's islanders in a split second! Did you guys watch it?!".

"Yeah! Not to mention how he fought the so called 'best swordsmen' islanders with just a rock!".

No way... It has to be him... There's no denying that fact! That's him! Frost!

White's POV
Phase gained some of her emotions back? How?! After a whole six months she decides that NOW is the time to go back to normal?! Something must've triggered it... Maybe... Frost... Came back?... It's been six months already...

And I'm close to breaking...

Sorry if the ending to this was bad! I apologise with everything I have! I am now working on the next story which will be named "FrostBitten: The Nine Isles" Or "FrostBitten: The Nine Islands". Either one. Once again, I apologise for the crappy ending!

The next instalment will probably be up after my 'busy' period is over which ends at the middle of this month or at the end. Thanks!