An explosion rings out in a forest. The snow was suddenly halts as if they wanted to see what the noise was. A laboratory, normally hidden from view, was now the sight of a large fire. A figure in scrubs stumbles through the giant gaping hole. He was thrown off his feet from the explosion and was dearly injured from the after-shock. 

A boy of indian race and blue hair. He rushes out into the snow storm at the fastest pace he was able to achieve in his weakened state. The snow begins to pick up strength, as if to help this wary boy cover his tracks. The cold bit against his dark tan skin but he keeps moving. He had to keep moving, to keep warm and to run away from that place.

"Those bastards will pay one day" the escaping boy thinks to himself. 

"Creating me to do their biddings. What am I? Their pet? Their lab rat? Bastards." 

The wind strikes him in the face. He shivers in response. 

"I won't last long out here. Even if I am artificially made to withstand the extreme." 

The boy treads through the raging blizzard with no destination in mind. He slowed his breathing to keep most of his warmth in. Within 2 hours of nonstop trudging the biting cold have finally caught up with him. His legs gave out as he collapses face first into the snow, fatigued and frozen. 

 "No. I have to keep moving. I have to live. To get my revenge." 

He tries to grip the ground and drag himself, only to find his hands too numb for use. They were slightly blue from the cold. 

"This is it, isn't it. My pitiful existence ending here in the snow where no one will ever find me. Perfect." 

As he was slowly giving up hope he notices a faint light in the distance. A flickering orange light like a candle flame. 

"Great. They already found me. They'll probably torture me before putting me back on those experimental drugs" the boy thinks to himself in despair. 

His heart began slowing down from the cold, making him slowly lose consciousness. In a few moments it would stop completely, barely leaving a pulse. The light approaches closer as the details of it's owner begins to reveal themselves. A girl, short ash colored hair and golden yellow eyes, wearing a light jacket. The last thing the boy saw was her hand. It was aflame with fire. The last of his blood stops flowing to his brain as he falls into an unconscious state.

"You poor thing" the girl says approaching the boy. 

She uses her flames to get a better look at him. 

"You skin has gone pale. You must be freezing to near death. We don't want that, now do we?" 

She carefully turns the boy onto his back. She places a hand on his icy chest. That area began to melt as his heart began to thaw and beat again. 

"Let's get you out of here, shall we?" 

She wraps an arm around the boy and drags him through the snow to a small cave. She lays the boy against the cave walls. 

"I have much to speak when you awaken. My little ice demon" she says stroking the boy's cheek.  

A/n:  I'll try to update once a week. At least.  I have a few others stories to update and/or create. So see you this weekend.