Ice....

                                 Fifteen years ago........                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Cold..... it was so cold. shivering, he tried to pull his jacket tighter around his body but there was no warmth to be found there. "rub your chest, your arms don't need the heat you're giving them," the tall man said, staring down at the child. "get up, it's time to move," he said sternly. the child whimpered, "but it's so cold dad, i don't wanna get up." "nevertheless we have to move, so get up... and no more complaining Noah, you have to learn how to deal with discomfort," he said starting to walk away from the child.

                                  The present........

So many years ago...... and yet he could still feel the cold biting into him with every soft breeze that floated past. many dark days he had suffered through, but then fifteen years ago he had met him, Simon, and he had finally found a friend that didn't push him away, finally met someone who was like himself......... and now they were trying to kill each other.