![]() ![]() “It’s probably just work and maybe even unexpected cases.” She knit her brows with concern. “See, I’m sure everything’s okay!” Bria encouraged, joining Hattie by the window. “He had a few cases defending clients against Pokémon thieves and settling contracts with a small business owner or something.” Still he wasn’t usually days late, especially right before her birthday and when they had super important plans. “Especially if he had work in Mafia Town?” “Your dad is late sometimes, right?” Bria offered. The purple Pokémon leaned out of the top of its pot and nuzzled its slightly goopy cheek against Hattie, trilling encouragingly. ![]() Polteageist hovered over, followed by Bria’s soft footsteps. She squinted, her bright blue eyes searching for the familiar silhouette of her dad trudging down the cobblestone path with his briefcase in hand. Even the light from the clock tower in the middle of the town was obscured. Distant thunder rumbled like low calls from a wailord and the streetlamps barely shone through the heavy pitter-patters of rain. Pressing her nose against the chilled pane, Hattie gazed out into the rainy town. “I’m going to go check again.” Hattie scrambled out from under the blanket they used as a tent for their fort and darted over to the window. Bria looked up from her dinner of a bowl of cereal and a click came from the cracked tea pot resting nearby as Polteageist lifted its head. Hattie rolled over in the pillow pile with a huff as the commercial flickered across the screen. He looked up from behind a curtain of chestnut bangs, catching the grinning figure of his ex-wife. The froslass fluttered over to the door with a merry twirl.Ĭreaking open, the door revealed his captor in her light green dress. He had no idea how long he would be there.įootsteps came from outside the room and it was then that his weakened body trembled. ![]() No, it was best to empty his thoughts and remain numb. He couldn’t think about Hattie that would cleave his heart further apart until there was nothing but frozen tears left. Holding back his tears, he tried to not think about how he had gotten here it would just fill him with rage that would leave him screaming and kicking until he passed out from exhaustion or the froslass knocked him out. The froslass would just get angry if he snapped at it and he knew from experience how much colder this cage could be. He swallowed back his frustrations, knowing that getting worked up and trying to fight wouldn’t do any good. It just wanted to help him feel better, he assumed, but if it really wanted to be of use it would let him out. “Lass!” The froslass gave a cheerful twirl. The trail it left froze against his skin with a bite. The froslass gently lifted its small fingers to his cheek and wiped away the tear. A cold breeze cut into him, but he hadn’t the energy to shiver. She would be okay.Ī tear slipped despite his reassurances to himself and the froslass cooed. She had someone watching over her and she was resourceful. Hattie was safe and would be with his partner. His daughter, at least, was far from this wicked place. He stared at the crown clip, laying cast aside on the ice, that his daughter had made for him and his chest tightened while a lump formed in his throat. Confirming it just seemed to try to get a reaction from him and was not heralding the appearance of his captor, he lowered his gaze again to the blue ice covering the stone floor.Ī crown clip. He chanced a glance, daring only to spot the vibrant pink of the ribbon around its waist that bounced with its draping arms. His chest felt heavy as his feet remained suspended.Ī purr came from the swaying froslass in the corner, ever watching him with cold blue eyes. ![]() Metal chains frosted over cut into scars from years prior. The only indication he still breathed was the occasional puff of air that turned the barest white as it escaped his lips. Luka Andersen held still in the frozen chamber. ![]()
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