I remember the day I died. The 7th Moon, The Chill. Talking to a crazed lunatic about trying to make him think about the consequences of him deserting his family. Trying to talk some sense into him, the complete irrationality of him going on an adventure to avenge his dead sister because she sold out the family’s shady business dealings to the Federals. It seemed like he had made his mind ago a long time ago.
“This is a highly toxic liquid, drawn from the illegal Bush Tiger Frogs blood. When this gets into your system… then you’ll know… YOU’LL KNOW! The pain I felt when my loved one died in my damn arms…”
He’s not going to listen. My mind wants to escape, but the body does not to listen. That lunatic, the mastermind of all dangerous drugs, must have drugged my body to sleep. But somehow, the mind is much more alert then ever. This must have been done on purpose, to he can torture me. The person who killed his sister. All to protect the family bloodline.
And as the needle pierces my heart, and the black blood enters my bloodstreams, an endless pain, indescribable, attacks my mind, which must have felt like hours, until the darkness welcomes me once again. The last thing I remember was a icy layer overlapping my eyes, as if the cold has decided to engulf me whole.
Except I awake once more. Outside, Snowy mountains. Naked. The beautiful pink snow breezing by. But this isn’t Heaven or Hell. I’m still in the Chill. I’m alive!
But I’m not cold. I’m naked, but not cold. How strange… Pretty sure crazier people have tried to dance with this cold naked, and died by idiocy. But it doesn’t seem like my body is effected by this madness known as the snowstorm. Hey wait! Who is that shadowy figure approaching me. He seems familiar.
“Enjoying the cold, Iceman?”
It’s the lunatic druglord. And he seems to be… impressed? Disappointed? I can’t seem to read his face. Perhaps being dead for an entire period – if I was actually dead – dulled my ability to read emotions?
“Withstanding this harsh cold with no clothes… it’s a start for your superpowers, I suppose… Then again, your body did freeze to death when I injected that Tiger Frog liquid into your heart.”
…Superpower? What on earth is he talking about?
“Only those who have a certain amount of resiliency could survive it. And since you did, Iceman. I guess it is me you should be thanking for giving you a blessing.”
Thankfully, I don’t consider this a curse at all. Sure beats being human.
“But enough reminiscing, since you are here. I need your help. Help, to finally destroy the family, for my sister…”
I remember the day I died. I became the Iceman. Master of ice. But a dormant superpower was to be unleashed… another day.
That day just happened to be the time when I met The Wanderer…