"We do", Sarah said to Rosa. She walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a pitcher of orange juice. Grabbing a cup from a nearby cabinet, she poured a cup of orange juice for Rosa and handed it to her. "There ya go."
After a few minutes passed Sparrow entered the kitchen, kissing Sarah on the cheek as he grabbed a waffle. She couldn't help but smile. "I just made those waffles. Of course they're hot."
Sparrow took a rather large bite out of the now cool waffle, gulping it down without chewing.
"That girl is getting a bit like you y'know.", he said, gesturing toward Rosa walking up the stairs, "Well, a bit anyway."
He threw what was left of it to Chewy, the dog Sparrow had forced the group to keep from their earlier days, who ate it without chewing. Sparrow wondered if there was any mental connection between himself and the dog sometimes.
"Where's Reece anyway? And I thought Samuel was meant to be round today?"
"I'm alive...somehow..." Reese mutters stumbling through the doorway, rubbing his temples.
He stops and sniffs the air, "ohhhh, mum's waffles!" he drools running over to the plate grabbing a few waffles, too tired to care about the burning feeling.
"G'morning by the way," he mumbles between mouth fulls.
"Geez Sparrow. It's only seven-thirty. I didn't think you'd miss me this soon." Samuel said as he walked into the kitchen and caught Sparrow's last sentence. He was shivering a bit.
"G'morning to you all." He said, throwing his coat on the back of a chair.
I hope that you and the others haven't been worrying about me ever since that night. But getting stabbed once in the chest and again in the back of the hand usually doesn't leave much time to be spent sitting around on a bench. Damned muggers, always drifting around near the bars at night.... Well, if you're curious as to what happened after I disappeared, I can't really tell you much about myself. Those drinks I had earlier that night really fucked up my memory, but I DO know that I somehow managed to find myself in a small boat in the middle of the ocean. The Pacific, I think. How in the hell I got there is beyond me. I guess I realized I was in trouble in the in between time, because my hand and the area around my chest wound were covered with, oh.... about an inch or two of ice. Made of my own blood, interestingly enough. Anyways, after I started up the boat's engine, I started sailing around. Problem is, I had no freaking clue where I was. Really, you should try waking up in an undisclosed location with no landmarks to go by and see how easy it is to find where you're going. About 10 hours of going nowhere fast, I saw something on the horizon. Land. I set course for that location. In the middle of the night, I set anchor on the bloody coldest place I've been to in a long time. Seeing as how there are penguins beside me even as I type this, I'm assuming either it's Antarctica or the San Francisco exhibit at the zoo.
By the way, you'll probably be hearing reports of "The Arctic Beast-King" terrorizing & pillaging researchers on this gigantic ice-mass on the news sometime soon. Hintity-hint-hint. Don't believe what they say though. It's alllll a llliiiiiieeeeee........
-Iceous
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Message sent to: Samuel Theuns
Iceous closed the lid of the laptop with his still-encased hand. He had learned to live with it over the months, seeing as how the blood refused to comply with his efforts to remove it. The clump rendered his left hand almost entirely useless, but he had found ways around it. Preciously skilled ways....
With his third arm, which was entirely animated ice, he pulled his frozen swivel-chair away from the icy desk, thus allowing him to stand up. The ice walls of his humble home reflected his image, and those of the six ice creatures that he loved more than anything else in the world. The very same ones from his house in California. Iceous walked his way to his entertainment room and sat down in the chair that was positioned in the middle of the room. The throne, adorned with a multitude of tinted-shades of ice, sparkled as a ray of sunlight hit it from the circle in the far-reaching ceiling, as if proclaiming that whomever may sit here is truly the master of this domain. Iceous reflected on all that he had gone through with Samuel, Sparrow, Sarah, Patrick, Emily, and for a brief, brief while, Aesis. He realized how far that he had gone with this gift, this blessing, that had been bestowed upon him by the Russian scientists.
He smirked at the thought.
"... Master of my domain indeed. Master of my domain indeed."
Iceous chuckled softly while petting Sara along her back. The living-ice knights that guarded his throne room saluted him while his soft laughter reverberated off of the massive walls and corridors of his grand ice castle. The massive, 10-feet thick walls at the entrance blocked all the sound that attempted to pierce the walls, though. And the huge snowbank and rock cliff protected his estate from the eyes of any onlookers. Surely here, where the penguins could feed him and his creations could accompany him and the scientific researchers had "given" him the means of electronic entertainment, he could live happily.
"How is she like me? Are you calling me crazy? You know what, don't answer that." Sarah saw Reese walk into the kitchen and gobble down a plate a food. "You are like Sparrow. I don't know whether to laugh or be sad", Sarah jokingly said. "Don't forget to drink something. We don't want you to start choking."
Sarah handed Reese a full cup of orange juice. Samuel walked in, placing his jacket on a nearby chair. "Hello Samuel. It's good to see yo-" Sarah was cut off by the dog whimpering at her feet.
"You want food? Go tell Sparrow. He'll gladly feed you. After all, he is your master."
"Drink some juice or I'll have you stay outside in the dog house and give Chewy your room." Sarah held the cup of juice in her hand, waiting for Reese to take it.
"And the plan is for you and Rosa to help me clean the house."
"I...I think it that case, I'm going to the Chewy's house," Reese states blankly standing up and walking out the kitchen and leaning against the kennel.
"It beats cleaning that house...and whoever ends up in my room, I'm sorry for anything you discover!" he shouts back in through the propped open door.
"He's becoming too much like you Sparrow." Sarah put the cup of juice down on the table. Afterwards Rosa barged into the kitchen, claiming she would clean the entire house if they let her.
"Er.. Go ahead. Just make sure to not clean Reese's room."
Rosa nodded with glee, sitting on the floor and focusing her powers. Everything Rosa deemed to be untidy started to emit a purple glow. Everything started to move and shift, correcting itself as Rosa deemed fit.
"Done! Go check for yourself."
Rosa heard a crash. She ran upstairs quickly. A vase had fallen and smashed.
Sparrow waved to Samuel as he walked out of the door. As it shut, a picture of Chewy fell off the wall in the kitchen.
"We really should move that thing. Last time it actually fell on Chewy. The little guy crapped himself."
Meanwhile
In a rather secretive location somewhere in New York, Danny Forbeck was tinkering with his latest experiments. It seemed none of his new batch would make it through the painful procedure, but he didn't care. It wasn't exactly like he knew these people afterall.
"One drop, two drops, three drops, four drops...", he murmered, "But not five. Never five. Five makes the test subjects stop working."
The derranged man finished adding the Prototypes formula to the last glass tank. Each of the subjects violently shook under their braces, before stopping one by one. Another twenty, dead.
"Test subjects useless. Always useless. Never good, no, never."
He stroked the glass container of a nearby tank, housing one of the only four people to survive the horrifying test the doctor had been admitting to them.
"Time to wake up, time to get up. No, no. Wake up sounds better. Get up sounds forced. Hurtful. Never hurt my children, never."
He typed away at his computer for a few seconds, all the time looking at the four monstrosities he'd created. He never stopped looking at them.
The pods slowly opened, a thick blanket of mist pouring out of the sides as they did so. The four male subjects slowly awoke, now unbound by their former prisons.
"Wake up! Wake up! So pleased to meet you! So pleased!", the doctor screamed in his shrill tone, all the while pacing up and down frantically, "Happy day this is! Happy, happy, happy!"
Rufus cracked open his eyes, and raised his hands to rub them. He felt so tired. What had happened? The last thing he remembered, he was walking back from college on his own as usual, and now he could only see a faint shape moving through the mist in front of him.
Rufus could now hear sounds emanating from the mobile form in front of him, and he tried to move forwards, out of the coffin-like box he was in. His muscles spasmed, and he fell to the floor. The impact was hard on the cold surface, and sent a jolt down his arms, making him gasp in pain. He noticed the blue jumpsuit he was wearing, but did not know how he came to be wearing it. He called out weakly "Hello? Who is out there? What is going on?"
Sounds. Shapes. Colour. That is what his dream world was made of. Now, it was just darkness and a dull, quiet ringing noise in the back of his mind.
He had been roused from his dream-like state by something or someone. His eyes opened and he looked through the tinted plastic goggles of his mask, which he didn't remember having before. He couldn't see anything except for a couple of forms nearby.
Slowly, his eyes adjusted, as he observed the two. His hearing returned and he could understand sound, even though it was somehow... a lot more quiet than he remembered it to be. He moved his fingers, becoming accustomed to movement. He attempted to get out, but failed, not even managing to take a step forward.
He drew his eyes away from the two people and looked at himself, noting his used Soviet uniform and that he was located in some sort of box. He tried to speak, but it came out too quiet. He gathered his strength and spoke again, this time his voice sounding confident and clear.
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