Imagine that, I'm still alive, and presenting here the next couple of paragraphs of the Black Ice because that's all that I've written (and that's why I can't stop to be amazed at Edward Hyde's speed).

Black Ice (still work in progress)

Len looked around for an icehole and upon spotting one dashed towards it and without stopping jumped straight into the cold water, instantly submerging his whole body all the way along with the head. Such a sudden influx of cold sent his organism into a shock, heart rate spiking like crazy and lungs spasming to gasp for air. Given how Len’s intention was to drown himself, this time he might as well acted on that reflex, but knowing Rin had something else in mind he resurfaced and took a proper breath.
Len felt incredibly refreshed as the cold made his body shiver like a jolt of electricity, like if he was asleep all the day and only now properly woke up. All of his sensations sharpened and the world became almost unrealistically vivid. Len looked around with his enhanced vision, avidly taking in every bit of the scenery. The ice that looked most unusual today with its mirroresque blackness, but was as always slippery and thin, making it the most fun surface to run on, constantly falling onto or under it. The snow covering the shores which made both great projectiles for games and a handily available snack to fill the bellies without the need to come home every time their stomachs grumbled. The sky, deceptively calm right now, as if it never produced those deadly cyclones that created incomparable playgrounds by devastating entire cities to ruins. The woods in the distance with every living thing a playmate from hornets, who would with wild fervor bestow their stings onto any dick shoved into their nest, to bears who would just as eagerly amuse any child looking to playwrestle by effortlessly tearing them to shreds with massive claws.
No matter where Len aimed his eyes, everything offered so much fun. However he went for such a thorough final look at the world not for the sake of taking the chance to enjoy the view one last time, but to imprint the carving he felt for that fun as deep as he could onto his mind. For both of the twins fun was the measure of everything in existence and the existence itself, nothing else mattered but fun. And now they were going to ensure they would never experience any more fun. All for the sake of that same fun. A moment of crystal clarity provided by the cold water shock led Len to a sudden realization.
“Rin!” he called for his sister.
“Any last words?” Rin suggested playfully, as if it was all just a game. And it was, just one where dying for real was a part of it, or rather the very point of the game.
“Our lives aren’t toys!” Len announced, his eyes shining with the discovery.
“What?” Rin asked in confusion. It certainly couldn’t be that after everything he was backing out?
“We are!” Len replied and submerged once more, clearly not intending to resurface ever again.
Rin didn’t need more explanation though. They were twins after all, so it wasn’t hard for her to understand exactly what Len meant just by those words. It was when they played blind man’s buff on the unguarded roof of a skyscraper or tag at an old uncleared minefield, that they were toying with their lives. But now the twins were far beyond that. They weren’t just carefreely throwing their lives away, they were deliberately killing themselves and they were doing so because of how much they wanted to live. This wasn’t just as plain as toying with their lives anymore, not even toying with their desire to live, as that would put such a desire as just a part of themselves, almost a separable one. But it was simply not true. It was them, Rin and Len, who wanted to live, it was them who dreamed of play a violin and immersing in virtual reality, it was them who looked forward to having all the countless new fun experiences the life had in store for them. It was not some abstract desire that desperately yearned for all of that, but them themselves. And so they weren’t toying with their desires or their instincts or their subconscious or their anything. They were toying with nothing more and nothing less than themselves. They were both the toys and the ones toying. They got both types of fun simultaneously, and then that fun looped back onto itself in an endless cycle, which was, of course, going to end along with themselves, and that endless cycle only existed because the twins were going to end themselves and thus the cycle.
Rin couldn’t even laugh anymore. She realized what that clarity in Len’s eyes was. It wasn’t just the shock from the cold water. Rin haven’t submerged yet, but now felt it too. It was without a doubt a state known as enlightenment. Rin never imagined what it can be like, but now that she felt it, she couldn’t confuse it with anything. Something clicked and the puzzle she never knew was disassembled was suddenly put together, and now everything made sense in a way she could have never imagined. Such a plain reaction as laughter couldn’t possibly do this emotion justice. It was nothing like joy or mirth or even delight and at the same time it was all of them together and magnified. It was the purest form of bliss, so exalted it transcended any notion of physical expression. Rin’s face couldn’t become any happier anyway. But her soul was now singing. A love song to death. Not just to the concept of death. And not even really to her own, Rin’s death. But to the death of them with Len as a pair of twins. Just as they never thought of their lives as being separate from each other, their death was also common for both of them. Even if the two don’t die at the same instant, death does not separate them, but only brings together. And what Rin had in mind for the transparent ice happened to be the best possible way to emphasize that.

(To be continued…)