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Thus begins a fantastic journey onto the Planet of Ice.  This entire story will be following the album, Planet of Ice by Minus the Bear.  Many of you have heard all about this already.  Please enjoy the story and check back often as I am updating this project very often.  Thanks!

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The elevator ride from the top floors of the office building seemed to take a lifetime.  He rolled up his sleeve and looked down at his Rolex, 5:34 pm.  He was draped in an Armani suit, DKNY shoes, and Burberry Wool trench.  Two men stood to either side of him.  The elevator car slowed as it approached the bottom floor and bobbed to a stop.  The doors opened slowly to the outside world and the man stepped out.  “Don’t forget to take care of Him tonight at the dock’s. No loose ends.”  There was no answer.  The man turned back towards the elevator, no one was there.

He could see his breathe and a cold breeze hit him from behind.  The man turned in confusion holding his hand in front of his face.  The lobby was frozen over and the windows broken.  He crossed the threshold and out onto the street.  The light disappeared as if the sun had suddenly set without warning.  The world had gone to hell, if hell had frozen over.  A singular trashcan, which was on fire, lit the street.   A dark shadow hovered around the outside.

“Hello?” The man called out.

There was no answer.  The man started walking toward the trash barrel.  The dark figure was digging a hole in the ground.  The man stood above the hole and looked down at the dark figure.

“What have you done?”

The dark figured quickly looked up at him.  It was fully clothed in black it’s face covered as well.  The man jumped back in fear.  He noticed that some things in the hole.   He blinked and the dark figure was standing on up on the ground and tossing in files and stacks of money all labeled with the man’s name.

“What have you done!?”

The dark figure kicked over the barrel and lit the bit of possessions on fire.  With the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared.  The man searched around and screamed.  His voice echoed through dead air.  The figure appeared across the road and with a snap of its fingers the fire was out.  It held out a doll in its hand.  It closely resembled the man.  He began to move the pins in the back.  The man fell to his knees in agony trying to pull out the invisible knives.

The man pulls a gun from his pocket and fires towards the figure.  It disappears in an instant and the doll falls to the ground.  Slowly, the man picks himself up out of the snow.  The stars and moon light his path.

“Where are you!” He screams.

The man stood in the middle of the remains of 7^th Ave.  The dark figure stood only a few feet in front of him at the edge of the street.  It turned and walked away from him.    The man followed slowly.  The buildings grew farther apart and they approached an open field.  The man began to jog after the figure and then sprint.  He wasn’t gaining on him at all.  No matter how fast he ran the figure stayed just out of reach.  Carefully, leisurely, the figure stepped through the street and into the field the sound of the man behind him did not phase it.  The man continued to sweat and was now out of breath.

Day light crept up from the horizon.

“Who are you?  What have I done to deserve this!?”

The dark figure turned once more at him and put his hand up as if to signal to stop.  He bent his wrist in a downward motion and the man flew to the ground.  His body hit the ground shattering the earth like a frozen lake on a warm day.  He fell through the darkness.

“Will you learn to love?  I know what you have done.  Now the question is whether or not you are capable.  This is your test.”  The figure turns and disappears into daylight.

Continued: Part 2 – Ice Monster