"It's too cold."
Anders shivered as the the wind whistled pass, leaving snow along it's path. He could barely see anything around him, everything was covered in snow.
The young boy barely looked 8 and was dressed in worn out clothes, with a rag to shield him from the cold. His blonde hair was now covered in snow, his mouth dried up, with snow-white skin.
"Mother." he said. It barely came as a whisper due to his dried up throat.
He tightened his hand to tighten his grip on his mother's hand, but he felt… nothing. He turned as fast as he could, which was slow due to the lack of strength and noticed that his mother was no longer next to him.
"Mother!" He shouted, barely louder than the former whisper. He felt weaker as the sudden fear wrapped around his weak body.
With his mother gone, who was going to be by his side while traversing this blizzard?
Anders body fell on the snow, his eyes grew watery, but no tears fell as his eyes immediately dried up due to the blizzard.
"Why is this happening to me? From one torture to another. Isn't it enough!!"
He couldn't even take a break to cry, when there was the possibility of the dark bringing out the wolves.
After spending some time on the cold floor, he got back up and began tracing his footsteps.
For how long had he been walking forward without his mother by his side and with his mother holding the last bit of water. With the blizzard, she'd easily get buried underneath the snow. How long will he last till he finds her?
With his eyes being wary of the surroundings, he marched back.
...…
He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the white hazy environment had turned a bit darker
'Is it night time?' beads of sweat began leaving his body, which also froze up. The night time was always the worst part of the day, because that's when the wolves hunt.
'How far behind did I leave her?' his steps increased.
*HOWL
Anders froze, as if paralyzed. The howl was loud and for it be loud in the blizzard, then it was extremely close.
Immediately consumed by fear, he hurried his step. He sprinted through the blizzard, as fast as he could but he wasn't fast enough. The lack of food and sleep showed its consequence.
"Move, Dammit!"
*HOWL
The howls were getting closer and closer. Anders was rushing,trying his best to fucking move, but he wasn't fast enough. The howls were already beside his ears.
"Arghh!!"
He made a bloody scream as the side of his chest was slightly torn open. Pushing the pain aside, he turned as fast as he could to counter strike, but he only ended up looking miserable.
His eyes darted around, but he saw no sign of the wolf.
'This can't be how I'll die! I haven't even lived!'
Another mark appeared on his body and he yelped in pain. Several more appeared and Anders repeatedly screamed, but his voice was drowned by the blizzard.
With the amount of cuts on his body, he looked like minced meat, only with the shape of his body still intact with blood flowing like a river and painting the snow red.
The pain was overbearing, he felt like he'd be better of dead. Cut after cut, he was slowly losing his sanity. Amidst the mincing of his body and the extreme pain that followed, he realised something. He was just a toy.
"It's playing with me, just kill me!" his voice sounded weak even though he wanted to shout.
His eyes became watery, only to dry up once more and screams of agony kept on leaving his throat.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but his mind became numb and the only thing he feel was a slight amount of pain. He couldn't even scream anymore.
Laying on the snow, he kept on looking at one direction and in front if his vision, a wolf slowly shapes itself in the blizzard.
The wolf was about his height and pure white, except for parts of its legs that were covered in blood, Anders' blood. It walked calmly, its mouth forming some kind of sickened smile. It raised one of its legs and licked the blood of it, while looking at Anders with its smile still intact.
It wasn't that obvious, but the wolf suddenly shivered, it turned its head to another direction and whimpered. It immediately dropped its leg and ran in another didirection it didn't even look back as it abandoned its food.
At the corner of Anders vision, a bright orange seemed to be approaching at incredible speed. It became brighter and brighter until it went off.
In front of Anders, a human figure was crouching down.
"Shit! You'll be okay!"
The figure shouted as it picked up Anders and the bright orange was ignited once more. The wind whistled pass both figures as the figure sprinted.
"You'll be okay." The figure whispered continuously. Anders could barely register what the figure was saying as his mind was still numb.
Finally,they arrived at a huge house and the figure blasted through the gate and into the house. He blasted into a room and placed Anders on a table.
"Save him fast, he has lost too much blood!" The figure shouted
"Y-yes sir!" Another figure shouted as it hurriedly made its way to Anders.
It placed its arms on top of Anders and a huge green bubble encased him. At a speed visible to the human eye, Anders wounds began healing at a rapid pace.
"Arghhh!!"
Due to the green bubble,tge numbness subsided and all he could feel was pain, extreme pain. His mind kept shutting down and coming on. He'd scream for a bit, keep quiet and start screaming again, until he finally lost consciousness.
...…
"Arghh!" Anders sat up and grabbed his head.
"It hurts! Please stop!" The pain was too much, the cold wind of the blizzard was still hitting his face and several wounds were opening up on his body and the wolf was still smiling at him.
"Please make it stop!" He shouted as tears streamed down his face. Blood splashed on his face, his blood, some entered his eyes, making his vision red.
Suddenly, he felt warm arms wrap around his body.
"It's okay." Hearing the calm voice, Anders seemed to calm down a bit.
Slowly, the scene in front of Anders changed and he was now inside a spacious room. Looking at the person hugging him, he immediately grabbed onto the person and violently sobbed.
Safe, he felt safe. For once in months, he finally felt safe. He grabbed onto the person like he was grabbing on for dear life.
"It's okay, you need to eat." the person gently pushed Anders away and presented a tray of food.
Anders looked at the man's face, he had blonde hair like his and had a warm smile on his face. Seeing the food in front of him, he immediately accepted and wolfed down the food.
Putting a spoon of rice in his mouth, he thought
'I-i almost died. It feels like a dream.'
He was so close to death, if not for this man that arrived at the right time to save him, then he'd be dead.
'I will make sure to kill that wolf the next time I see it.'
He put the meal aside and bowed his head
"Thank you sir, for saving me. I would've been dead if not for you sir, I'm forever in your debt." He couldn't help but feel like he owed this man his life.
"There's no need for that." The man smiled more gently. His eyes we're radiating warmth, Anders couldn't help but feel… loved by the man.
"Please call me Martin." Martin said. His smile increased and Anders felt like he was hit with another layer of warmth. He couldn't help but smile
His smile immediately subsided as he thought of his mother.
"Mr. Martin, have you seen a middle aged woman in tattered clothes?"
The room went silent for a long while.
"I am sorry, I couldn't save her in time." Martin's smile was now replaced with sad look.
Anders eyes welled up and tears began falling once more. He tried to clean his tears away with his sleeve but that didn't stop the tears from falling.
Mr. Martin hugged Anders warmly, once again and they remained in that position for a long time.
"What's your name, son?" Martin asked in between the sobs.
"A-a-anders-son, sir."
"Well Anderson, it all going be okay. "
[End of Anderson's memory]
The warm scene cracked, then shattered like glass and Dom was left at the center, his eyes covered by his hair.
In the dark abyss, Dom raised his head his eyes became visible. Numerous amount of water were streaming down his face.
"The fuck was that."