Christmas In Hell

Steerpikepie stands alone in the cold, his hands clenched at his sides, his face drawn and pale. The wind pulls and twists at his hair, lifting and falling from his brow to reveal his eyes, hollow, sunken, lost.

ANNIE!!! He screams to the wind, his words ripped from his mouth and tossed cruelly over his shoulder, lost behind him, lost in the past.

Annie, he whipsers, Annie.......

He begins to walk, his feet pass over frozen stone in a shuffle, his eyes peer out from beneath his hair now and again as the wind allows. Shoulders hunched against the cold, all ambition gone from him, he walks brokenly, surrounded by stone, his heart as stone, cold and frozen as the very stone.