Snow whipped across the white barren landscape. The wind howled in anger.
James stand at the edge of a frozen river. His jacket blowing wildly in the icy air.
His hands shook as he tryed to pull his rifle out. The gun was frozen, he was unable to pull the trigger.
Donovan backed up slowly on the frozen river. The Hunter was freezing to death. Donovan smiled.
James tryed to take a step toward Donovan. But he couldn't his bones wouldn't move. He saw Donovan moving toward him.
James had a layer of ice around him, frozen completely solid. He tried all he could to break the ice. But he was too numb. Donovan took his "ice claws" out. Aiming for James. Every muscle in James' body tightened. Donovan touched James' chin.
"You filthy people. Thought you could beat me? The Elites will live forever! And you! Have come! To die!" Donovan declared and swung the ice claw.
James' left arm broke out of the ice, and caught the ice claw in swing.
The rest of the ice broke off as he shook out of it. James yanked the ice claw out of Donovan's hand, and elbowed him in his nose. Donovan stumbled backward onto the ice. James darted to get on top of him. Donovan slowly pulled out an old Revolver. He aimed at James' chest and fired. The slug slid easily into James, crushing bones and erradicating some veins.
James screamed in pain and blood flew out of his mouth. With the rest of his strength James swung the ice claw at Donovan. It pierced through his forehead.
Donovan was dead. James wrapped his wound up. Stopped the bleeding, and headed north, where he could get home. He walked, and walked. He walked in the deepest snow, we slid across the thinnest ice. Sliding down the tip of the iceberg.
<<The Arctic is hell. The Arctic is your home. The Arctic is your grave>>
I know, I know it's short. But I figured hey. I haven't really included much of a back story on me yet. So I went ahead and made Episode 2.
Hope you enjoyed!
Stay tuned. Episode 3 Coming very soon.
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