Strings Of Iron (Spicynoodles)

Chapter one part one: A night away from a change

Small warnings: Minor self harm, and self-degradation

Redson was upset, to say the least.

The night unleashed a biting cold onto his naturally warm skin and despite the burning confusion in his mind he was frozen on the doorstep of the demon bull estate. Much like his thoughts, the night chill swirled around him.

His mother had escorted, or more accurately, produced a wind so strong it blew him out of his home. So there he sat, his eyes darting around the front door of the home he built, with his brows scrunched up and his lips slightly parted in surprise. Did his parents not need him at all? This had to be some kind of sick joke. He stood from his place on the ground, shivering slightly he stumbled. But made a steady knock on the door.

"Mother" he pleaded. "Mother... It's cold...Can I please come back inside? I promise I'll be better... I'm sorry." he muttered. He continued to silently beg just outside, like a whiny little puppy until he lost the motive.

beyond the door, the princess scowled at her sons' desperation. "Did you take care of him?" a growl rumbled from beyond the halls. "He'll probably come crawling back by early morning, just like always." the princess responded nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders as if she hadn't just thrown out her son. She yawned and drowsily sauntered back into her and her husband's quarters to sleep tucked safely and warmly in each other's arms. while their son curled up near the porch.

He had given up on going back inside, the only reason he wasn't dying due to hypothermia was his fire powers. But he couldn't rely on that all night, if he let his guard down for a mere hour he could freeze entirely. He had to do something, go somewhere, but where? He had nowhere to go, no one to go to. He truly was nothing without his parents.

He got himself off his ass and cursed himself for his idiocy. Finally, Redson stumbled down the slippery steps of his patio. Cold smoke emits from his lips as he sighs. As he hauled his heavy legs through the thick snow, he thought of his parents. Or more so, what his parents had made him become.

little specks of white popped out from his bright red hair like sprinkles on a slick scoop of red velvet ice cream. he'd have to dry out his hair later, the unpleasant smoky smell that wafted out from his scalp was a familiar one. The tiny shower of snow would land on his head before sizzling slightly and disappearing away into the smoke trail behind him.

The night was partly cloudy and icy. The barren desert was usually hot and dry, suited for RedSon's taste, he hated the cold like a bitch. He couldn't stand the piercing feeling of the cold wind on his sin that reminded him of his mother. Encasing him in a chamber of frozen blades. He hated, hated, hated. the cold.

But as he continued to teeter through the desert, to the frigid outskirts of the city, then finally he reached the freezy Megapolis. The streets were covered in slabs of solid ice and the trees were lined with a frilly white lace. The stars were just peeking through the thick clouds that poured.

The night was quiet and calm despite the small taps of ice and rain occasionally clicking on the roofs of the shadowy buildings. The fountains decorating the usually bustling city were frozen into cool bouquets of ice, now and again a spike of ice would crack off of a fountain or the window of a shop and shatter against the icebound sidewalks.

Redson continued to drag his legs through the snow. Cringing at each loud crunch the floor below yelled, breaking the peaceful quiet in the city. The ear-grating noise continued as he trudged a hefty distance, reaching a puny little playground close to the heart of the Megapolis.

The park itself was a decent size, of course, not fit for Redson and his refined tastes. The park was littered with trails that were barely visible beneath the glistening snow, and abandoned picnic blankets blew out from their cute little baskets pinning them to the crunchy dirt.