A Super Villain is Born; Part Two:

The Swim

I continued life in Frostville, in fact, I came out of my shell. I found a deep love for science, a girl named Betsy and the sport of diving. Each passion gave me something I wanted, and something society said I needed.

Science, intelligence; discovering the secrets of life was but a pipe dream, but analytical study gave me insight to how I should behave. I no longer visited the pond, instead I kept my thoughts hidden, cloaked. As I learned, I continued to impress faculty, college scouts, and most importantly, myself. At sixteen I created a car fueled by the carbon released from dry ice. My first run in with cold.

Elizabeth, I truly loved her. Science generally turns certain types of people away from me, but junior year, with my inventions causing a stir nationally I became something of a star. Betsy came to me, she started my rise in popularity. When I walked down the hall people cheered me. To nerds I was king, to jocks I was a ticket to riches, to women I was stability made corporeal. For the first time in my life I felt happy. Betsy inspired me to further my studies to strive further, she pulled the last of my cover off, and connected me to a new passion, swimming.

The love of my life, she had other relations before me, all sportsman. The star running back of the Frostville Yetis, the pitcher for the baseball team, and then a plushy scientist. I wanted to be better, more, for her. I joined the dive team, not because of interest, but because it seemed the easiest. I started to become what I assumed Betsy actually wanted. Pushing myself, becoming something more than a scientist.

Diving reminded me of something I had long forgotten. When I jumped from the dais I felt that freedom I had long yearned for. For the first time I felt what those stones felt. Even with my life on track and healthy, this feeling slowly corrupted me. The space I had created for myself now felt like four stone walks. I had to escape, but the safety was too welcoming, warm. I continued moving through the motions, but slowly everything felt disconnected. I needed more, and I would find a way to have it.

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Stay tuned for Part Three next Wednesday. Use the links below and spread the word. Icicles can grow as they melt, just as my reign shall.

A Super Villain is Born; Part One:

Growing up in Frostville

I feel as though I was a normal child. I had friends, teachers, parents. I went to school, played kick ball, studied multiplication tables. My favorite thing was skipping stones with my friend, Jacob, at the pond behind the school. It wasn't the friendship that drew me into these outings, it was the moment of silence, weightlessness, harmony, when this heavy chunk of earth defied gravity. We would spend hours digging through rock piles, searching for the perfect stone. If it worked, if that stone achieved multiple glimpses of bliss, we would trudge through the pond until we found the perfection. We hid these ideas, moments, aspirations; our treasure, MY treasure.

Frost pond, as it was called, held a special place in my heart. When things were going poorly, when friends moved away or the first girl I loved spurned my advances I would retreat there. The memories made me feel safe. I would sit in silence wishing I could feel half of what those stones felt. When they flew through the air they were free. After their taste of freedom we locked them away, hidden, trapped, not happy, just nothingness.

That's what I felt on these days. I was trapped in a small hole, but I had not tasted freedom, could not. All I could do was hope, and imagine the possibilities that lie in that little word. Fleeing to the one place I had even seen freedom, sitting next to an underground prison, I pondered what was worse; locked up after experiencing such excitement, or never being capable of it. Perhaps I was never normal, perhaps I just enjoyed the idea of normality, perhaps I would like to see my youthful self that way even now.

Children are often told they are capable of achieving anything. As a young boy I refused to believe that, but now the fact stares my enemies in the face, I will achieve greatness.

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Stay tuned for Part Two next Wednesday, and a recording of me reading this section that following Friday. Use the links below and spread the word.  Frost sticks to everything around it, just as my story shall.

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