Wind assaulted my face, it was cold, unbearingly so.
Every muscle ached down to the bone, I could even see ice-crystals forming upon the dampest parts of my body.
They were forming in the webbing between my fingers and beneath my fingernails. Making hand movement near impossible.
I immediately looked down, my eyes widening in a pure and ridiculous form of shock, I was laying on nothing but the air.
Down below me was a misty cloud of undefinable proportions with a series of lights emulating from somewhere deep within, these lights were all forms of white, some being pure when others were snow-white platinum.
They were arranged in a semi-systemic pattern, being too orderly to be random and too disorderly to be a natural development. They seemed purposeful, almost deliberate.
Click, Clank.
I heard a resounding sound echo from the fluffy white clouds above my head.
A giant bloodied silver chain descended from the clouds above, swaying rapidly in the wind in a strange and erratic pattern that didn't match the wind's variation and direction.
The tip of the chain then curled in on itself, latching and locking to a slightly higher chain-link without the use of a mechanism.
It formed a shape resembling a upside down P, the blood on the chain then invoked certain feelings from deep within my heart and mind, feelings I knew should never be felt. Feelings I wouldn't wish even on my greatest enemy.
I knew what that shape was, it was a noose.
The wind stopped.
It then all rushed behind me towards an undiscernible point, the clouds then started to shift from pure white to pitch black one after the other.
I twisted my neck in order to look behind me, my muscles straining from the action, they started to bleed in an unusual and inhuman way.
Behind me the darkest day was rising.
The entire horizon was covered in a pitch-black light, radiating upward infinitely. The clouds near the horizon started to moisten, sizzling to the point of evaporation, bright-red scarlet blood started to seep from every indent in their structure.
The blood oozed slowly at first, the black light on the horizon continued to glow darker as it rose higher and higher.
The pitch-black sun then showed its display to the surrounding stratosphere, I kept staring. All the blood dripping from every cloud in the horizon then suddenly converged upwards into the mysterious domain in the clouds above me.
After a few seconds of stillness, it began to drip and spread on the chain in an absurdly fast manner, flowing off the silver noose and onto one of the platinum-white lights, one that felt extremely familiar to me, like I'd seen it over a dozen times.
As the pitch-black sun became increasingly more visible a flash of blinding black attacked my eyes.
I immediately woke up to reality with blurred vision and a pool of sweat in my bed.
I got up immediately and looked in the mirror, the nighttime sky reflecting from the window behind me, I couldn't see a thing other than a black outline of my body and a strange look of bleeding rose red in my irises.
I began to breathe heavily as I contemplated on what I just saw, I clenched my molars tightly as my forearms started to convulse.
I then quickly put my makeup on.
In the next second, I barged through my entire estate in the middle of the night.
Thinking back on it, I don't know why I left. It made no sense really, leaving your house in the middle of a winter night without a jacket all because of some strange dream. But that night...
I felt certain.
I didn't even give the shadows any attention anymore. The noises of the monsters that supposedly only I heard in the snow didn't matter.
I didn't even give my body any attention anymore. The pain of hypothermia in my feet that supposedly only I felt in the snow didn't matter.
What mattered was Kevin, but more importantly me.
I wanted to save Kevin like how he saved me, a whisper in the dark.
That night, half-asleep and half-insane, I fantasized repeatedly about my interaction with him and how I'd save him from the intolerable Jeane Fahrenheit and sort out everything with his sister, oh how I would come to hate myself for having these thoughts. Now, I don't care how saving him would have felt, I just wished that I succeeded on that night.
After a short while I arrived at the iron-inlaid wooden door and put my small shaking hand upon the metal handle.
My hand was stopped, it was locked.
I was about to knock a few times on the iron-inlaid wooden door until I heard shouting from the back half of the house.
Kevin!
I smiled and ran towards the back of the home, tripping on the gray ice covered rocks and falling into dense shrubbery near Kevin's backyard.
I looked up through the leaves and my jaw quivered as I started to hyperventilate.
Kevin, in the darkness of the starlit night kneeled on the snow wearing a dark tan snowsuit and shovel in hand.
Tears could be seen falling out of his eyes, landing on the snow and the even colder metal, his voice turned raspy, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'M SORRY! Why, why, why, why, WHY! After all this time! All the nights preparing, all the nights wishing for you! DO YOU GIVE UP!?"
He lifted his pale fist which was intersected by a characteristic red caused by cold and began to punch the snow repeatedly. The soft powder cushioning the blow, forcing even his rage to become a whimper.
He gasped for air before kneeling with his other knees and laying on the ground. He took a deep breath of frigid cold air before venting once more, "WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWH-"
"I'm pretty sure you know why." a caring voice resounded behind him. It came from a white-haired figure in the deep darkness.
It sounded extraordinarily delicate yet felt anything but.
The only indicator of her presence was her voice, the sound of shallow breathing, and two scarlet eyes, staring mockingly at what they saw.
I then wondered if she was the reason I didn't approach.
Kevin, startled by the voice, slowly turned his head to face the perpetrator of the commotion.
He could not see her, but I'm sure he could sense it, the fact that she was smiling.
She then scoffed impolitely and then began talking, "That's kind of what you get Kev-Kev, demons don't deal in life, they deal for life. You should stop facking around with those sigils or it will be bad, very bad." Jeane Fahrenheit said while tilting her head in a mocking manner and wagging her pointer finger at Kevin.
Kevin's hands which were up by his face then fell down to his shoulders and then all the way to to his natural resting position, his teeth clenched. His fingers repeatedly clenching and unclenching the snow he spoke aggressively to Jeane, "What does an fatherless bitch like you know, about me! My struggles, my pain! You have no fucking idea what this has cost me!"
"No, I don't. But I know it has cost others their lives. Don't play the victim with me, Kevin Haikenstah. I know you're performing human sacrifices to hell. Don't get me wrong, I personally have no qualms with that, it just concerns me how I, someone who wasn't even trying to investigate you came to this conclusion." Jeane said in a more serious tone.
He stared directly at her, quivering. He then slowly opened his mouth, "I admit I wasn't being careful. BUT WHY WOULD I NEED TO BE! I just wanted my sister to live, EVERYTHING ELSE IS SECONDARY!" He exclaimed to her.
Jeane then took another deep breath and looked at the starless clouded dark sky.
Fahrenheit then smiled softly, seemingly basking in the cold wind, "I like to think that she still lives somewhere else now." she said lovingly.
A small smile began to form on Kevin's face, "Yes, that sounds wonderful Jeane, living a life somewhere else, she was always so happy, maybe now she's in a place worthy of that joy." He said with a blissful smile.
Jeane then responded with a small smile, bringing her left hand out to Kevin, "There's another way you can fix this tragedy though." she said to him.
His face then lit up further, "Really, what is it?" He asked Jeane.
My heart felt relieved, the panic and terrifying fear I felt towards this situation subsided. A smile too began to form on my face as well.
I no longer was in the small shrubbery out of fear, but rather out of embarrassment, because revealing that I've just been listening to their very personal conversation like a stalker is kind of weird and I don't want Kevin to hold disdain for me.
So I instead opted to army crawl backwards until I knew I couldn't be heard and run quickly away, like I was never even here.
But in the middle of executing my plan a strange feeling washed over me, I snapped my gaze back at Jeane who was just recently illuminated by the rising sun, her face forming a smile that didn't match her tone, "Kevin."
"Yes?" Kevin responded cheerfully, still holding a positive inclination towards Jeane Fahrenheit.
Jeane took a step towards him with her black snow boots so he attempted to get to his feet, but just before he did so, Jeane Fahrenheit lunged towards him, directly staring down his surprised face looking up at her.
I gasped instinctively, yet there was no reaction from either of them.
The corners of Jeane's mouth twitched erratically as she spoke down to Kevin in a strained, loud whisper, "you should kill yourself."