Burning ice
Incessantly shaking. Micavs’ hands are melting slowly like the ice around him, he Is experiencing a silent hypothermic death and his once lively, energetic hands are wrinkle-ridden now, he sits and patiently awaits his death calling out to him-he refuses to be swallowed by the omnipotent villain and begins to fight vigorously.
His skull is frozen but the ice melts gradually and he gains the strength to arise from his death cage. Dead. Or so he thought. Now he’s running like a man who is unaware of the reason of his still running. He pants heavily and can feel the soft, gentle air rush around him- he closes his eyes. Bad choice. Instantly he finds himself submerged under the melted ice. A deadly shock rush upon him. He has one goal. Survive. Eager to reach his head above the surface he attempts to tread the water. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 30 minutes. Nothing.
A deathlike stillness fills the atmosphere. His body laying flat on the water as a boat now sunk once did. The life he once knew is being sucked out of him as his skin turns pale. He is a victim of the Clyde’s river now. But he isn’t. Suddenly, he arises as Lazarus once did from the peaceful death he was consumed by. After several coughs he continues his fight for life and reaches out for the nearest solid object. Where is it? He opens his eyes and what he sees confirms his inevitable death.
Nothing. Nowhere. He screams but hears nothing but the water’s gentle waves and small pellets spitting out almost to mock Micav. He feels the ocean slap his already frozen face.
Now he’s awake. He opens his eyes and see’s in front of him his dead wife. Everything is okay now. His now sore, right red cheek rejuvenates from its previous cold state. But now he faces something far worse than death. He looks around to see he is surrounded by fire canons burning bright.
Today he faces the worst punishment known to man. A creature like red horned serpent crawls towards him. But he’s lost for words. His skin now turning to ever-burning ashes. An influx of some familiar faces run towards him, but they are not as he once knew them. Their faces’ scare him; their silhouettes bring his hairs to a lift. Still silent he watches himself die. Forever.