Timeline (Six)

When the day comes you feel nothing and that nothingness becomes everything that you know what is to become of you.The cold numbs all pain and within it feeling nothing is the standard. Not mercy for those destroyed, nor sadness for those lost along the way. Just the coldness of the Abyss offering its gifts and you reaping it's fruits. Sub-Zero stood at the helm of the grave he constructed for the little girl he rescued several years agom she touched him telepathically and her only wish was to die peacefully after what her life was subjected to. Pain, misery, and torment followed her life long before she got to choose what she wanted. The machine hooked into her brain to ensure her shortage of life should she be disconnected. Her last moments spent asking the Cryomancer for a snow angel to see her off into the after life. A place where she could be a child just, where she could be free and die in peace rather than live in pain. Doing so on her terms.

Sub-Zero stood at the helm of her grave and remembered each detail as if it transpired recently, him spending time with the child so she would not die alone, her idea of freedom being able to die as living in pain was not living at all. She told him no name yet in mystery she affected him more than anyone living had. He remembered what he said to her and wrote onher her grave, the very same snowman he crafted using to play with her before her life was forfeit.

For everyday you find peace in death, Ill give them hell in life. Sub-Zero read over his own handwriting, and like a flas back the actions of his rage filled past slashed and cut at his throat, but the cold numbed the pain.. he lost touch with his own reality and in doing so lost himself in murder, revenge, rage and hate. In her name he promised them hell, but was it for her.. or was it for himself?

He repaired his relationship with his family and for now it was well, yet he never repaired the relationship with himself, he saw himself as broken and he acted as such never forgiving himself for what could not be helped. Rather he kneeled before the tombstone of the snowman the one he made its eyes locked on him as him it and realized he was defective. Yet still he placed a icy flower on her plague and shed tears at what they both lost. For her it was her life.. or him it was himself.

Head down eyes tearing up emotion lost to him anywhere else. He sniffled took deep breath and admitted his failures..

If you saw me you would say snowman no cry, snowman good man he save me. he help me. Leave snow angel to play. Sub-Zero said to himself as he stared that the bracelet she made him that he wore under his glove hidden from all even his family, it meant a lot to him to have an impact on a childs life.. the last time he smiled without malice, without anger in it. I aint good, I damn sure ain't save anyone not even you. I just helped make death easier the cold numbs the pain and I took it away so you would be comfortable and not suffer. I became the monster you asked me not to be and worst of all I didn't hate it, but I didn't enjoy it. I did it because I could hate, and its all I needed.

Sub-Zero remembered back to their last moments before she passed, she loved trains and the idea of traveling seeing a world that was stolen from her. It brought tears to his cold visage and even so despite his own ego he used his ice powers to construct a train, creating tracks and pushing it forward to ride around the wide area of her grave sight, the snowman standing ever so watchful despite no threats coming. There the dark Cryomancer sat in solace as he one more time kept his word of every years coming back to spend time with her. Away from the prying eyes of those who wouldn't understand from his close ally to even family.