Jack Frost and the Ice Machine: The Making of an Assassin

Jack Frost and the Ice Machine: The Making of an Assassin

by Delbert Carr


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This is a story of a high school boy that is tromped on first by his stepfather, and then others along they way. He decided to champion the underdogs in today's society. In the beginning, he takes on all that ask for his help. It is only after he is offered large sums of money to take on high profile people that his goals change. In the end, he becomes just a high priced assassin.
The story covers the many devices he designs to carry out his assignments in a crowd of people, without them being aware of what he is doing. In the end he is forced to go into hiding, and wait for another day when Jack Frost is needed again.

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ISBN-13: 9781466917927
Publisher: Trafford Publishing
Publication date: 03/08/2012
Pages: 368
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.82(d)

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
swirled around my body as I walked and made my clothing heavy with dew drops. The sidwalk that lead to the house was cracked by the ominous oak trees gnareled roots allowing milkweed and withered dandelions to reside in the cracks with it. The house that lay before me was a two story victorian style with boraded up windows and with paint that had once been white, but was now grey with water marks running down the walls of the house. I had so many good memories made in that house, and now after so many years I was coming home. I reached the porch it's wooden floor boards were warped and creaked with each step I took torwads the door. I reached into the back pocket of my jeans for the key, I felt my fingers close around a cold peice of metal and pulled it out then inserting it into the rusted key hole. The door opened silently despite the lack of usage and never being oiled. I walked in to the hallway far enough to allow the door to close by itself. The wooden floors were covered in dust as were the picture frames that lined the hall. I started up the stair way the railing that I had sild down so many times as a little girl lay upon the ground in peices with it paint cracked and flaking off. At the top of the stairs was the hallway lined with doors that would bring you to a bed room. Some of the doors had partially fallen of their hinges and claw marks ran the length of the hallway. I walked three doors down to my old room and hesitaded a bit when I reached the door not sure of what lays in wait for me on the oppiste side. I had came because an encrypted letter was given to me while I was in Xallia a shadow realm not many know about or live to tell the tale. The letter had asked me to come here but didn't state the reason why. Just the fact that they knew this was my childhood home unnereved me. I drew my dagger preparing for the worst and opened the door. My bedroom looked nearly the same as when I left it; the queen sized bed was angled in the corner covered by a white sheet, the desk backed up against the wall to the right of me it's chair lieing with it's back on the ground and the closet was set into the wall facing the hallway. The white washed walls of the room had paintings of trees and mountains I had made to make the room seem bigger than it actually was.. I could see no other figure in the room besides myself, at least until I looked up. " Why hello there Amber. Have a nice trip down .emory lane? " Said the figure as it dropped to the floor landing in an upright position blocking the exit. "Why yes I did now why did you send me that letter?" I said assesing the situation and how I might get out of it and then relized that the figure was a guy. "Because I missed you and neede to see you again." He said gently and lighted a candle allowing me to see his full features. I said looking into his brillent blue eyes " Zahid how did you locate were I was and you probably did call me here because you missed me did you?" He sighed than began "There's a war going on while you've been away and our side is loseing terribly. The death count for us has reached 169 people and creaters. If we get another blow it would mean the worst for all of use so we need you and your friends to help us win or a least give us a chance at winning." " Who are we fighting?" I ask my brow creasing " We are fighting Mjac's army and they have far more soilders than we can even count." He said running his fingers through his wavy blonde hair. "We'll help you"
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kill prettystar.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The order to kill Bearstar has been canceled. You don't have to get rid of him any more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kill silverspots. Please. She is evil.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im kidding but not about hurting big hea.d
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