11-11-2009, 10:00 AM
Sunshine, fire, burning stuff, ummmm fire. Its really cold. No not cold, its warm. Snow. No don’t think of snow.
Using his thought process to help him get warm wasn’t really working out. The chattering of the young boy’s molars were even blocking the tunes pouring from his headphones. He huddled his arms together across his chest and kept his head down, preventing the frigid gusts from hitting his face. Tiny white snowflakes littered the boy’s once vividly orange hair. He lifted his head up for a brief moment to check the path before him. There seemed to be no signs of life around him for miles, nothing but white on all sides. Never had Tempo questioned his fashion sense, but the whole sleeveless shirt and shorts combo really didn’t help him this time.
Tempo expected his first snowy day to include a sled, an awesome snowball fight with Sensei, snowmen building, and maybe even a batch of warm, just out of the over chocolate chip cookies. Instead the headphone clad teen was stuck in the middle of a blizzard with no one to talk to and even if he found someone to talk to they would most likely try to kill him.
Suddenly a surge of wind hit the unsuspecting child from the left side causing him to lose his footing and fall backwards into the icy powder. Tempo let out a shaky groan as he lifted himself up from the frozen surface. He scrambled to brush all the frozen vapor from his exposed skin. His legs were now a throbbing red and his arms matched. The young man peered down at where he fell and smiled. A snow angel lay beautifully across the pure white canvas. It was perfect. Tempo reached into his now snow filled pocket and pulled out his icicle-like music device. He slowly slid his thumb in a circular motion across the device till he found what he was looking for. The uplifting intro to “Let it Snow” chimed into his ears. For the first time in a very long time Tempo was laughing.
Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
Tempo dropped down onto his knees and began shaping the powder. A small sphere quickly became a decent sized snowball which then became a boulder of ice. The numbness in his finger tips didn’t put a damper on the boy’s fun. He patted down the edges of the base making sure it was completely round. The youngster piled atop the smaller ball atop the larger one.
It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And I've bought some corn for popping,
The lights are turned way down low,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
The sound of crunching snow behind him broke the boy’s concentration. It was a footstep. He sat there unable to move as if the blizzard had turned him into a human popsicle. Tempo knew it was just a game, he knew that when push came to shove he would have to react. He wouldn’t really be killing people, it’s a game. Nothing he did no matter how savage and bloodthirsty would contradict his morals and values. But he didn’t mean to join the game and he couldn’t bare the thought of having to kill anyone. Tempo could feel the warmth creeping up through his veins and he reacted on instinct. He swiftly jerked his body in a 180 degree motion. His hand waved through the air in a pistol like gesture. One thin beam of energy flew from his index finger and impaled his target.
When we finally kiss goodnight,
How I'll hate going out in the storm!
But if you'll really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.
A pool of crimson blood stained the once fair surface. The hind leg of the snow hare continued to twitch despite suffering a fatal wound the abdomen. Tempo grimaced at the sight of the once lively rabbit reduced to nothing more than artic road kill. He hunched forward and dipped his middle and index finger in the puddle of vital fluid. It was warm. He cautiously lifted his stained fingers to his face and smeared them under his eyes.
The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bying,
But as long as you love me so,
Nestled just ahead of the carcass was a small cottage like structure. Finally lifting his eyes from the deceased creature, he paced forward hoping that a change of clothes waited for him inside.
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
Using his thought process to help him get warm wasn’t really working out. The chattering of the young boy’s molars were even blocking the tunes pouring from his headphones. He huddled his arms together across his chest and kept his head down, preventing the frigid gusts from hitting his face. Tiny white snowflakes littered the boy’s once vividly orange hair. He lifted his head up for a brief moment to check the path before him. There seemed to be no signs of life around him for miles, nothing but white on all sides. Never had Tempo questioned his fashion sense, but the whole sleeveless shirt and shorts combo really didn’t help him this time.
Tempo expected his first snowy day to include a sled, an awesome snowball fight with Sensei, snowmen building, and maybe even a batch of warm, just out of the over chocolate chip cookies. Instead the headphone clad teen was stuck in the middle of a blizzard with no one to talk to and even if he found someone to talk to they would most likely try to kill him.
Suddenly a surge of wind hit the unsuspecting child from the left side causing him to lose his footing and fall backwards into the icy powder. Tempo let out a shaky groan as he lifted himself up from the frozen surface. He scrambled to brush all the frozen vapor from his exposed skin. His legs were now a throbbing red and his arms matched. The young man peered down at where he fell and smiled. A snow angel lay beautifully across the pure white canvas. It was perfect. Tempo reached into his now snow filled pocket and pulled out his icicle-like music device. He slowly slid his thumb in a circular motion across the device till he found what he was looking for. The uplifting intro to “Let it Snow” chimed into his ears. For the first time in a very long time Tempo was laughing.
Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
Tempo dropped down onto his knees and began shaping the powder. A small sphere quickly became a decent sized snowball which then became a boulder of ice. The numbness in his finger tips didn’t put a damper on the boy’s fun. He patted down the edges of the base making sure it was completely round. The youngster piled atop the smaller ball atop the larger one.
It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And I've bought some corn for popping,
The lights are turned way down low,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
The sound of crunching snow behind him broke the boy’s concentration. It was a footstep. He sat there unable to move as if the blizzard had turned him into a human popsicle. Tempo knew it was just a game, he knew that when push came to shove he would have to react. He wouldn’t really be killing people, it’s a game. Nothing he did no matter how savage and bloodthirsty would contradict his morals and values. But he didn’t mean to join the game and he couldn’t bare the thought of having to kill anyone. Tempo could feel the warmth creeping up through his veins and he reacted on instinct. He swiftly jerked his body in a 180 degree motion. His hand waved through the air in a pistol like gesture. One thin beam of energy flew from his index finger and impaled his target.
When we finally kiss goodnight,
How I'll hate going out in the storm!
But if you'll really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.
A pool of crimson blood stained the once fair surface. The hind leg of the snow hare continued to twitch despite suffering a fatal wound the abdomen. Tempo grimaced at the sight of the once lively rabbit reduced to nothing more than artic road kill. He hunched forward and dipped his middle and index finger in the puddle of vital fluid. It was warm. He cautiously lifted his stained fingers to his face and smeared them under his eyes.
The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bying,
But as long as you love me so,
Nestled just ahead of the carcass was a small cottage like structure. Finally lifting his eyes from the deceased creature, he paced forward hoping that a change of clothes waited for him inside.
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
Quote:Tempo has entered the Artic Sector bunker.