Hard breaths came from the teenage boy, sweat running down how face and dripping into his shirt and into his eyes. He wasn't able to even wipe it off. His mouth and throat was so dry it was insane. All the moisture in the room was gone, and the air was very, very hot. The typical frost on his body didn't exist, the temperature preventing it from forming. He was too dehydrated, and then didn't have much to even create any sort of ice. Not that it would have stayed as ice for longer than a few seconds. He didn't speak to the guard, and the guard didn't speak to him. There was silence between them, Austin having no desire to strike up any sort of one sided conversation

Staring at the wall, wishing to get out of these horrible conditions, he felt the plane shutter beneath him. He looked down at the floor with a frown, glancing at the guard while blinking sweat out of his eyes. He heard yells around the plane, when suddenly his stomach ended up in his throat and it was a startling realization that the plane was in free fall. His eyes flew open, a panicked look on his face. The plane was wrecking. He was going to die. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the fall stopping for a second, before it jolted forward and a large crash sound as the plane rammed into something. The impact knocked everything out of whack, and he didn't know what happened afterwards.

He slowly awoke, rolling over groggily, a soft yell of pain escaping his mouth. Blood was running down his right arm, staining his shirt, a cut on his forearm. He opened his eyes , realizing the condition of the wrecked ship. He glanced around, adrenaline filling his body when he realized he was free. He stood up slowly, clutching onto anything available, before stumbling out of the wreckage. He looked around, spotting others running. He felt the coolness of the air on his skin, but his mouth was still parched. He looked around, realizing that the guards were also there and some alive as well, and he ran, clutching his arm against his body.

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He stumbled into an open area, attracted to the water of the late in from of him. His breath was heaving from his body, and dragging back in. He fell down, the adrenaline slipping from his body, pain wracking his body. He slowly stumbled to the water, falling to his knees in front of it. He laid his hands into it, taking a sharp intake of breath before moving into the water, letting it wash off the blood on him, and cool him down, he cupped his hands in the water, taking a drink of it, not drinking too much at one time. He didn't really consider that the water might not be good for his open wounds. After getting enough water, he slowly moved out, freezing the water on his injured arm, while making sure the ice didn't press into the wounds, just cover it to stop bleeding. He couldn't move his arm, but it worked pretty well. He looked around, for the first time noticing more people around him. The water covering the rest of his body was dripping off, though if a person was to touch the water would find it was ice cold. Around him, the temperature was slightly colder, but not enough to keep it frozen. Instead, he would just have frost cover his body again.