The Iceman

I awoke. Anonymous to anyone else in the house, I got dressed almost automatically, not thinking about anything in particular. I left the house without breakfast and started walking down the road. It was deserted and a cold fog soon swept in, it chilled me even through my coat, but I didn’t mind, I almost liked it. I turned up another road and the mist became a icy fog, it instantly got colder. But it didn’t effect me a bit.
Everything was normal, but something caught my eye. I slowly turned my head and to my surprise a light frost was drifting over the grass besides my I looked the other way and the frost was creeping up cars and over bushes it was slowly snaking up the houses and frosting the windows I turned around, the whole road was covered in a light frost, but where my footsteps were, the frost was thicker and almost icy. I frowned, this was wrong I walked faster and faster then started sprinting the freezing air rushing in and out of my lungs.
I slowed down as I heard the soft purr of an engine, I faced the sound and some distant head lights shone through the fog. As It got closer and closer the sound of the engine got louder and louder until it was a roar. As I laid my eyes on the car the windscreen started icing up, and I knew it was impossible but somehow I. I think it was me.
The car came closer and closer and before I could stop myself I looked at the road before the huge SUV, the road immediately froze. When the car hit the ice it went skidding across the road, bounced off a parked car on the opposite side of the road, hit the curb and flew into the air. It came towards me and before I had a chance to think it collided into me and sent me soaring through the air, everything was going in slow motion, everything was blurred. As my sight crawled down the wall opposite a trail of ice formed along my vision. I hit the ground and it all went black.

Freezing. my conscience started to return, but my eyes were struggling to open. I lay on a rigid bed, after gathering the little strength I had I tried to sit up. When I finally did I wavered a bit getting my bearings, it was all still blurred as my eyes focused I realised the horror that surrounded me. I lay in a small hospital ward, wearing nothing but a light blue gown. I gently slid off the bed everyone around me was dead.
A doctor, pinned up against the wall by large icicles. A nurse lay curled up in the corner totally coffined in ice, suffocated, frozen in a scream, holding her hands up to protect her from whoever or whatever was attacking her. down the ward more people lay dead. Smothered with ice or were killed by shards sticking out of there bodies. Patients lay on beds killed in there sleep with no way of escape. My head burned with all the questions charging inside me, none of them could be answered. I made for the door and as I reached it I realised what was beneath me, ice. The whole floor was glazed over with ice, I made my way out into the corridor. More people, all dead. I skated out with the agility and gracefulness of a panther. To my left the corridor was blocked off with a thick wall of ice. In front a nurse was pinned to the wall and above her, an arrow was painted with blood, pointing to the right, acting from instinct I glided down the directed path. I came to the end of the corridor, all the doors where iced over but one, a double door, it wouldn’t move by my push so I lowered a shoulder and I smashed through it. It gave way to my strength that came out of nowhere. There was a large flight of steps circling down.
The way up was blocked off by another wall of ice so I headed down. As I took my first step I slipped but recovered to find that I was drifting down the steps at high speed, only there were no steps but instead an icy slope. As I reached the first u-turn I thought I was going to ram into the wall and knock myself out but at the last moment I jumped and shifted sideways I skated across the wall and jumped off to reach the next slope. Amazed at the impossible feat which I had just accomplished I continued down the spiralling steps experimenting with twists and turns I almost forgot about the terror that surrounded me, almost. I continued until I came to a halt, something was telling me to stop at this floor. There was another double door I broke through it and walked into the corridor just like the one upstairs, more dead. Another arrow painted with blood pointed to a iced over window.
As I was contemplating what to do I heard a slamming like that of a door being kicked open. I heard some shouting as the other end of the corridor burst to life three armed black figures came running into view. Clad in black Kevlar with a white S.W.A.T sticker on the front, they trotted into tactical positions and took aim.
“FREEZE! GET DOWN!” the man at the front shouted, he was obviously their sergeant. Their faces were covered with helmets but I could tell they were scared. He re-gripped his gun and shouted again “GET DOWN, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”. I felt anger dwell up inside me, he cocked his gun and fired a single shot. He was aiming for my head, aiming to kill. Without thinking I shifted sideways, just a fraction, but it was enough and I felt the bullet whiz past my head. “OPEN FIRE!” he roared. A flurry of shells were sent in my direction. I shifted once but I knew I couldn’t dodge them all, I raised my arm to protect my self but instead of a shrieking pain ripping through my body an impossibly massive spear head of ice ruptured from the wall and floor.
As the bullets hit it they ricocheted off in all directions. I lowered my arm and the mound of ice shrank back to the hole that it made in the floor. Enraged and unable to control myself I absentmindedly formed a spike of ice that protruded from my wrist. With all my might I hurled my arm forward, the shard released and shot down the corridor it caught the sergeant in the shoulder, his Kevlar armour did nothing to stop the force of the spike, which stuck in firmly. As it was not shiny or straight but like a thick icicle.
One of the other S.W.A.T team raced forward to aid his superior I threw another icicle and it hit him in the leg, he sprawled out across the floor sliding slowly backwards on the ice. The last, a woman, charged at me without her gun l clasped my arms together and two pillars of ice came crashing in from the walls beside her and crushed her instantly. She was dead. The thought sprang into my head that I had killed all those doctors, nurses and patients I was stuck in thought when a loud explosion caused me to snap back into reality. A flash grenade had gone off at the other end of the corridor and four more of the S.W.A.T team rushed forward, before they had time to analyse the situation I turned, ran and leapt out of the now smashed window. It was easily a forty foot drop onto the adjacent building. I expected to land and break my legs or any number of other bones, instead I landed, rolled and slid across the newly covered in ice flat roof. I had changed it when I was falling.
I spotted a camera crew, police cars and a S.W.A.T van below. It was an even longer fall to the ground, one that I knew I would not survive, even with my newly found agility and strength. I heard lots of gasps from the crowd that had assembled and some shouting, they thought I had died in the fall. I knew soon enough that I would be found if I stayed here but there was no way off the building. I was trapped.
I remained where I was for a while contemplating what to do, trying to figure out what had happened, trying to explain what I had done. My end result was just more questions. After more thinking I heard the chuck-chuck-chuck of a helicopter. A grapple was thrown up beside me on the ledge. I braved a glance over the edge, DAMN! More S.W.A.T. I had to think of something, and fast.
I looked to the distance, walked backwards to the other edge of the building and ran, faster and faster and jumped. It was an impossible jump, a fall that would certainly end in my death. Through fear I stuck out a hand , ice flew out in a path and before I knew it I was surfing along a path of ice that was simply erupting from my hand. I moved my hand up and my body followed. Amazing! I was like a bird. The crowds attention was elsewhere so I slipped overhead unseen I turned left and right, placing my wait perfectly to swivel and turn, as I got more confident I changed hands, and went higher.
I made jumps for myself and landed perfectly. And as soon as my happiness was born it was replaced by utter fear as I spotted buildings looming up from in front of me, there was no way of stopping. I managed to evade a couple of them and then a large one was dead ahead I turned but scraped the corner of the building. I was thrown off balance and started hurtling down I managed to salvage myself but I was unsteady, I clipped another roof and was sent flipping through the air I was only about ten stories above my death when I just managed to save myself. But it was too late, I could not rise and I bombarded straight into a billboard. I cracked into the ground, flipped and rolled to a stop.
I was broken in more than one place and could barely move. I was outside an abandoned warehouse. It had a huge padlock on it. I froze the padlock with my non-broken hand and stepped back. I knew that freezing it would make the metal brittle. I concentrated and hurled another spike of ice. It was a feeble effort and was way off target. I tried again, success! The padlock cracked to the floor, with all my remaining strength to move the huge metal bay door, then slipped indoors. I instantly laid on some wooden slats and was drawn into a nightmare that consumed me.

Three days later. My injuries had pretty much healed, I was still stiff and my left hand was swollen and painful. I had finally had some time to observe myself. I had an athletic body and had gone through puberty so was about seventeen, I had long moonlight black hair and the palest blue eyes that were incredibly piercing. I also thought that I had very handsome facial features.
It was dark and I decided that I needed some real clothes, all I had was the light blue gown that I had got from the hospital. If I was seen out I would immediately be suspicious. I didn’t have any money so I would have to steal my new clothes. I headed out it was about ten and the roads were empty. The occasional drunkard waddled around but I easily slid past unseen. I had been out just ten minutes but I had already covered a lot of ground. I spotted a sop across the road, it housed some expensive clothes which looked perfect. A short round man was locking up, he looked nervous, more paranoid actually. I crossed the road, succeeding in not being detected. Clouds covered the moon so it was very dark I crept closer and closer. By his reaction I knew that the closer that I got the colder he got. When I was just two metres away a distant siren went off behind me. It came and passed but thee shopkeeper span around petrified. I pressed up against the wall he was too edgy to see me and went back to locking up. He was about to press the button to make the metal shutter come down that’s when I made my move. I stood close enough for him to feel my chilling breath on the back of his neck he spun and starred at me.
“hey, man back off.” I looked at him placidly. He reached for his pocket and took out a small but deadly knife. “look. I ain’t in the mood, get back you psycho”. I looked at him darkly he moved the knife up and held it, outstretched, near my throat. Before it got close I shifted twice. The first time, I cracked his hand holding the knife and it fell to the floor. He opened his mouth to shout or scream, but I shifted forward again and the next thing either of us knew was that he was up against the wall and my hand was clasped around his neck. I lifted him up and he looked at me filled with hatred.
“ get…. off…me….” I began to loosen my grip when he finished his sentence “…you…..freak.” my grip re-tightened and I tilted my head, instantly frost covered him and he began to ice up. His look of hatred was instantly replaced with fear. He started gasping for air but none reached his lungs. I stopped and realised that I was killing him, I snapped out of the trance that I found myself and dropped him. Astonished at what I had nearly done I turned to leave.
“don’t you…turn your…back on me…you…monster.” he was still on his knees gasping for air. I saw his hand reach for his knife he started up and lunged the anger and darkness returned and he didn’t even make it to his feet before my forearm rammed into him, square in the chest. He would have been sent flying thirty or forty feet back but there was a concrete wall immediately behind him. He crunched into him and a network of cracks made their way across the wall. He slumped to the ground lifeless. I looked upon him gravely for a while then picked up his keys and closed his eyes with my fingers. I turned and let myself into the shop. I saw the expensive clothes that made up the shelves and couldn’t resist a smile.

I spent longer than expected looking for clothes but finally decided. I wore some black strapped boots, some black comfortable combat trousers and a black tight fitting Gore-Tex sweater for whenever I needed to use stealth. I also had a white hooded jumper underneath a long knee length coat. I picked up some round crimson glasses, a crimson scarf and some black leather gloves that nearly reached my elbows. I grabbed a large shoulder bag and put in some extra trousers, tops, underwear and another coat but white instead of black. I took a couple of hundred of dollars from the till before leaving and making my way back to my, well, Home.