The Trix in season 7

So this is actually going to be my first lyric fic, you'll have to let me know how I did.

"When leaves have fallen and skies turned to gray, the night keeps on closing in on the day."

The season of autumn had come to a rapide, swift pass, allowing for the chill of winter to creep in. "Temperatures reaching below zero." The forecaster announced on the télévision in the window of a small electronics boutique in Magix. Bundled up and shielding themselves from the cold were most all of the citizens of Magix. Most all except one; Icy welcomed the frigged air against her skin, craved it. She had seated herself...

His hand found its way to her face, the blow stinging, sure to montrer in black and blue the suivant day.
“Useless. Helpless. Troublesome child.” The man snarled as he looked down at his daughter trembling in the corner. Her head buried in her hands—in an ineffective attempt to child herself from the man’s hard fists. Of course when he couldn’t strike her face he settled for a rapide, swift kick to her ribs cage. A kick just hard enough to lay her face down on the floor. She wouldn’t cry this time.
Another kick, this time to the head. “Weak, pathetic, waste of space.” He bellowed words slurred...