Bleeding Strings: Man in a box

by The Drifting Bard

First published

this is ANOTHER HiE fic... but hopefully it won't be too bad. (takes place after season Whatever, Major characters will be tagged as they appear)


AND WE'RE ON HIATUS! RE-WRITE AND HEAVY EDITS/CHANGES ARE INCOMING (it'll take a few months)


All I could remember was the cold. its bitter sting on my extremities.
my frost-bitten hands were shoved into my coat pockets in a feeble attempt to find warmth.
My only option was to keep moving. as the wind grew stronger, I felt a small barrier of ice forming on my legs.
I pushed on, seeking the small light in the bleak blinding whiteness of the tundra.

when I reached my destination, all went black.


I was no longer cold.