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Frozen

Disclaimer: I don't own Scully, Mulder and thier crew (they belong to Chris and TenThirteen productions) or Cody and her friends (they belong to Viacom, I think). I do own Jean, Barney, and Lindsey. Thanxs 4 not suing me!

Chapter 1

Jean-Pierre Chesou was not having the greatest vacation ever. He was tired, hungry, and most of all hot. Boston was supposed to be cool, breezy this time of year, not humid And miserable. Jean had brought long sleeved shirts and cable knit sweaters, listing to his own instincts and the good people on the French Weather Channel, who expected temperatures in the 50’s and 40’s for the rest of October.

They were terribly wrong.

Instead a sudden heat wave had gripped the city, throwing temperatures into the 80’s and 90’s and forcing Chesou to buy several new outfits just to go outside. I should have gone for California, He thought with a scowl as he trudged along the side of the highway.

The hike had seemed like a good idea at first. Jean’s legs could use a good hike and he was eager to see some of the American country besides the city. His English was not very good and he was getting sick of people staring as if a foreign tourist was a concept they had never heard of. The quiet forest was an enormous relief.

But the enjoyment had quickly worn off. The afternoon sun beat down harshly and by the time Jean reached the top of the hill he could barely move. So he sat down to rest, leaving as soon as he felt he could walk again. As he started down, the light began to fade and, he hoped, the heat would soon too.

Unfortunately it hadn’t, and now he was faced with the prospect of not only walking the mile and a half back to his car, but doing it in the dark. No cars came down here at this time either, leaving Chesou without the brief relief of headlights too.

He could only see about a foot in each direction and mostly kept his head down to avoid tripping over the seemingly constant roots and stones in his way. He unconsciously wiped sweat off his brow, the rest of his attention with the horrible humidity, and it was not surprising that he didn’t hear the breathing at first.

It was very quiet, barely escaping silence. At first Jean assumed it to be the wind, and was grateful to feel the air cool around him. It began to grow colder and he wished he’d brought a sweater with him. The breath sounded closer, more even, like a sheet of placid ice.

My God, Jean thought, shivering, It’s freezing. He rubbed his shoulders and forced himself to continue on. The cold grew stronger and he began to grow numb. The breath was right there, icicles forming in the air.

Good night, It whispered in his ear, the voice neither female nor male. Jean dropped to his knees, frost bite nipping at his whole body. He cried out, his teeth chattering, his whole body convulsed in shivers.

Oh my God, He shook with terror, Oh my God, I’m going to die. That was his last thought as the breath enveloped his body, shutting him down, striking him dead.

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