Earth, 2012 A.D.

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The alarm went off filling the room with noise. Sam reached out, his hand slamming down on it just before a hand came down on his. He heard a gasp and opened his eyes to find a woman he didn’t recognize standing next to his bed wearing one of his shirts.
She was cradling her hand to her chest as though touching his flesh had burnt her. She attempted a smile. “You’re as cold as a corpse, Sam.”
Grunting, Sam rolled over and propped himself up against the headboard as he tried to collect his thoughts. He didn’t remember getting home. Looking the woman over again he realized he couldn’t remember her name or where he’d met her. “Did I pass out?”
She laughed, it was soft and teasing. “You got really drunk after your shift last night. We had a good time.” Noting the confusion on his face she seemed a little upset but not overly mad. She settled on the edge of the bed and tentatively reached out to touch his face. “My names Sarah, remember? Are you sure you’re not sick? I’d expect a hangover but you literally feel like a corpse and I should know, I’m a med student.”
Sam didn’t feel cold, in fact, he felt incredible considering it sounded like he had ingested enough alcohol to cause amnesia. Reaching out he pulled back the blinds next to his bed and filled the run with warm sunlight. It was past noon.
Sarah stood up from the bed and sauntered away from him making it abundantly clear she wasn’t wearing anything aside from his shirt as she started making coffee.
Sam shook his head and picked up his lighter and a cigarette from the bedside table and tried to light it. A frown settled on his face when his breath puffed out the flame on his lighter. Holding it away from his mouth he managed to light it and drew in a long breath of smoke before exhaling. Sliding from the bed he dressed in a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt.
Sarah set a mug on the table and smiled cheerily at him. “Hope you don’t mind me using your coffee but after not being remembered after a night like last night I feel entitled to whatever I want at the moment.”
Sam smirked and picked up the mug and took an appreciative sip. “It’s better than a kick in the balls for forgetting your name, sorry about that by the way.”
She shrugged. “I could do both if you prefer. You got a call while you were sleeping. It’s on the machine. It said something about a broken down car in Balboa Park, sounded urgent. I was going to wake you but I honestly didn’t think you’d get up after our wild night. The call only came half an hour ago.”
“Shit,” Sam cursed and moved around her to pick up his keys. “I’ve got to go. You alright letting yourself out?”
Sarah pouted at him and languidly stretched exposing more flesh than could have been accidental. “I suppose I’ll be alright. I put my number on your fridge if you ever need more company.”
It was almost enough to make Sam stay, almost. He liked his job though and the pay was better than most mechanics due to the nature of the cars he worked on. “I just might need more company, maybe we can grab dinner later. I’ll give you a call.” With that he was out the door and descending the steps from his apartment. Climbing onto his motorcycle he took off for Balboa park clueless as to what would be waiting for him.

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As Sam ran towards the fight he watched as one of the men’s head exploded under the fearsome barrage of blows. It was unreal, but his eyes told him otherwise. Reality was unraveling and he was charging towards it instead of running away. Worse than that the spear of ice in his hand melted around his grip and fell away as he was charging. Flexing his hand he tried to call more water, he could feel the power welling within him but whatever he had done at the fountain while touching it wasn’t reoccurring.

During his mad dash the remaining attacker began to float up and down in the air. It turned its head and Sam followed the dead gaze to where a man stood in the grass concentrating. It was like watching a taught wire snap in half as the man’s concentration slipped and his body slumped to its knees in confusion and exhaustion. It also dropped the attacker to slam into the ground.

Sam took advantage of the distraction and leapt, his blood roaring in his ears as adrenaline fueled his every motion. He landed roughly on the attackers back and found a blade of ice gripped in his hands. With a furious snarl he brought the blade down in an overhead swing that cleaved through the flesh of the attackers left arm with no sound aside from the crackling of ice. Sam had only a moment to stare down at the wound. The flesh was frozen on both sides of the cut. There was no blood flowing but he could see it trapped within the flesh like rubies. “What the hell…”

His question and stare were cut short as the attacking man rolled and slammed his remaining arm into Sam’s face. It felt like a semi had run into a single point on Sam’s skull and before he knew it he was flying through the air to slam into a low park bench of concrete. It shattered and Sam found himself laying on his back in the grass staring up into the sky, his right eye was blinded by his own blood and his head was ringing. His fingers flexed but his hand was empty, the sword gone.

He should have been dead and he was worried over the blade he had called? It was more than simply not being dead that got his attention. It was the fact that he had just been punched and tossed through a park bench and he felt no worse than if he had just come out of a boxing match. Spitting blood he began to slowly push himself back to his feet astounded that his spine wasn’t broken and that his body was obeying.

He had to move, had to go back and help. He'd seen these things fight and somehow doubted that having an arm removed would end it. Slowly, and at first, excruciatingly, Sam began to walk back towards the fight. As he walked the pain began to slowly fade and the power began to surge through his body again. He was hungry for it and would gladly take more punishment if it would bring back that sword of ice.

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