The wind was unbearable. The cold crept up my synth, and the snow was falling fast. As the blinding whites fell, I make my way to the clusters of the bald spruce trees. The storm seemed to lighten a bit, seeing as the trees blocked most of it out into the plains. My dark and ripped cloak dragged behind me, as the snow crunched beneath me.

There was smoke, coming from the area I was headed. I followed towards the rising patches of the cancerous air, and soon I was in front of the murder scene. It was a small, completely wooden, home make from the trees around it. It was quite the masterpiece, of humans, if I do say so myself.

A small glow was coming from the small house, and when I looked through the frosted and shattered glass, there was blood all along the wall. Heh, this murderer knew how to make blood splatter and into an art project. I'm impressed.

I walked through the worn out walls, and I looked at the man against the wall. He was wearing a thick wool coat, with a scarf and some cotton pants on. There was a hole, with blood dripping from it. His eyes were looking towards a closet that was in front of him, but they were cold and vacant. Dead.

I put my long, skinny, fingers out, and I aimed for the dead man. As this black essence came from him, his eyes slowly turned from a dark brown to going white. As I took the soul from the man, I wondered something.

"Why is his essence so dark?" I mumbled to myself, "He was just murdered and left here."

As I finished taking the dark soul from the man's mind and body, I heard rattling coming from behind me. I then remembered that there was a closet there. I turned around and made my way to the oak closet. As the fire gave off a ray of heat and energy, I felt the engravings in the wood with my black fingers.

Simple things that the humans make. It's honestly quite adorable. In a way, I suppose it does remind them of certain people that have left the Earth. The people that I have snatched away from them.

I opened the the door, and it opened with a creak. What I saw in the closet was something I was not expecting. Inside, there was a child. They were tied to a chair, with a gag in their mouth, and I saw that their face was stained with tears. But not just any tears. Tears of agony and fear. So this was why the man had a dark essence. He had kept a child here, for who knows how long.

I little human opened his eyes, and he slowly looked up at me. This eyes were flickering up and down, with weariness, and when he made sight of me, his eyes glowed with relief. He signaled to his gag that was covering his mouth. Why not? I'd help this child, but it won't help his get through the harsh weather of the outdoors.

I put my synth down, took the cloth off of the child's mouth, and untied him. As he was shaking himself of the grass and dirt that was in his hair, and he looked at me.

"Thank you," he said, in a high pitched voice, "I thought that someone would never find me. The police just came here and shot that evil man there." He pointed to the man that I just took the soul from. "He lied and said that I was already dead. They left without saying or doing anything."

I got up, took my synth from the ground, and started my way towards the door. As I walked through the wooden barrier, I looked up into the sky. It was still cold and miserable, but it wasn't snowing as harshly as before. There was no way this child would live for long by himself, either way. He looked too young. Ah well, the more souls for me the merrier. At least, in my case. I exited the forest of spruce trees, and I continued my way into the plains as the snow fell slowly.

I then felt something grabbing at my cloak, so I just brushed them off. After a while, I felt another tug, and when I looked at what it was, I saw it was the boy. He had his deer skin coat over his face, and he was holding a blue flower in his hand. I eyed the object. Of course, I've seen a flower before. But I never held one without it dying in my hands. For they did hold the lives of the dead.

"Mister," the child said, his breath showing in the freezing cold, "Here." He held out the flower. "I know it's not much for saving me, but it's all I have."

I looked at the flower. It shined in the phosphorescent moonlight, that it looked spiritual. I don't why I did so, but I took the flower from the child's hand. What shocked me was the fact that it didn't die or burn to my touch. It stayed the same, like it wasn't going to let me take it's life so soon.

I looked to the child, and put the flower inside one of my pockets in my cloak. I nodded, and he gave a huge smile. His teeth and blue eyes shined brighter than the flower did. I shook my head and headed off into the never ending plains.

My only question that day was why didn't that flower die?

K.C.T: I KNOW, I KNOW! What, this is like, my fifth story? C'mon, I have SO many ideas that come to me, that I just HAD to write this one. Besides, I don't think I've ever written something like this, so it's a bit of a change. Anyways, hope you guys like the rest of it! <3