Well here it is, the final part of Snow Can Kill, the first chapter of Iron and Ice. It ended up being a bit longer then I thought it would, but I think overall it turned out pretty good. Don’t worry, this story will continue in future chapters, but there’s going to be a 1 week hiatus before I dive back in. I’ve got a few other things to work on in the meantime! Thanks for reading and look forward to more Iron and Ice in the future! If you want to read the whole chapter from the beginning, go here.
Snow Can Kill Part 9
Dimitri could not speak. He could not move. He stood in a world of sudden silence. The gunshot had killed the howling of the wind, leaving only a ringing in his head. Dimitri stared at the corpse of the Roxolan pilot. Steam rose from the tiny hole in his head and from the rapidly freezing blood spattered on the hatch. He clenched his hands and felt an uncontrollable desire to be gone from this place. He wanted to get out of the snow, out of the cold. He staggered a step, as a bout of dizziness assaulted him.
“Whoops!” Yanin said as he reached out to support him. “I’m the injured one here, remember? You can’t go passing out on me.”
“Why?” Dimitri choked out the word. He felt nauseated, and he fought to keep his stomach contents in their proper place.
“’Why’ what?” Yanin frowned. He looked at Dimitri with concern. “You don’t look good, my friend. Are you sure you’re not hurt? I think we should get back in your ride and get out of here, otherwise we both could end up dead.”
“You killed him.”
Yanin glanced at the body as if seeing it for the first time. “Oh, him? He was dead anyway. I just saved the intel boys the trouble of doing it when we got back. I probably did him a favor.”
“He could have lived.” Dimitri wasn’t sure why he was arguing. He knew that what Yanin was saying was true, but it just didn’t seem right. “You shouldn’t have killed him.”
Yanin’s look of concern deepened. “Why not?”
“He wasn’t armed. He wasn’t fighting anymore.”
Yanin arched an eyebrow. “Rules of warfare, eh? Sorry, I don’t believe in any of that. It’s kill or be killed. Him or us. Do you think they would have spared either of us were it the other way around?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you think he would have taken us back with him?”
“I don’t know.” Dimitri’s head hurt.
“Besides, we couldn’t have taken him with us. He would have frozen to death outside of the cockpit.”
“Then we could have left him here, send somebody else along to pick him up later.”
Yanin shook his head. “And let his pals find him and patch him up? No thanks. I didn’t get skewered just so we could fight the same bastard again a week from now.”
Dimitri had no response. He couldn’t tell Yanin about the conversation he had had with the enemy pilot. He couldn’t tell Yanin that he had just proven the dead man wrong, and that he had just shown that this war would last forever. The Roxolan had stopped fighting. He had put his trust in human decency to see him through, and now he was dead. Dimitri took a deep breath. Dimitri would continue to fight. It was the only way.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I was stupid.” He put on a weak smile. “You did the right thing.”
Yanin smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. “Glad you see it my way. Follow me and maybe you’ll live to see the end of this!” He laughed and then winced again.
“Yeah. You’re right.” Dimitri hated himself.
Yanin spun around on his heel and tottered towards Dimitri’s ride. “You know what? This Saturday you should come drinking with me. I know some girls who might be just desperate enough to go out with you.” Yanin laughed and then swore as it sent more spasms of pain through his side. “Now, let’s get out of this snow. This stuff’ll kill you, ya know?”
Dimitri stared at the nameless corpse of the Roxolan pilot. “Yeah, it will.”