Disclaimer and Warning: I do not own any characters in this, or Rise of The Guardians if that isn't obvious. My warning is that this story mentions things like rape, abduction, starving, and suicide, and in a way blames the guardians (or they blame themselves. O.o) for these things.
A Question to Kill
A simple question. One that only consisted of one word. A word that could internally kill, which is what it was doing now. A word that ate away at thoughts broke all "causes" created by the paranoid and needy minds of everyone. A word that absolutely destroyed everything that stood in its way, and killed dreams and thoughts of millions. A word so simple, it was surprising just how deadly it was.
Why?
How could a simple three letter word hold all this power? Who could have come up with it in the first place, or simply who said it first? Where did something so simple get all this power? When did it start becoming a word said everyday by everyone? Which kinds of people said it the most, and which kind of people did it affect the most?
Why?
To the five immortals that protected the children of the world, this word simply ate at them and killed their hearts to have to hear it. It was a cursed word that they tried to avoid at absolutely all cost. Never in their entire immortal lives did they expect two children who they valued so much to say the word to them. But, on a day like any other, Jamie and Sophie had begun talking about the world around them, and the things they saw on the news; the two children both asked the same question.
Why?
Each of the five had been flustered beyond belief about this. It startled and spooked not only the two children, but also Baby Tooth and the other little fairies who Tooth had been giving orders. The guardians, who normal kept their cool about everything, each began their own form of panicking. And to this, the question came up again.
Why?
SO, they all sat down for a story. A story with five sides told, and over millions to never be heard. A story that began with the simplest word once again and it was time to hear its deadly side once again and maybe with just a bit more detail. The word was to start each and every story alive.
Why?
They didn't understand how the guardians could let millions of kids be abducted, beaten, raped, and killed every year. How many sick children had to die? How couldn't the guardians do something to stop these poor children from losing the "innocence" that all children needed? Wasn't it their job to protect children? How far would the let everything fall apart before they did something?
Why?
Why couldn't they do anything at all? Why didn't they do anything to save these poor innocent children? Why were so many children starving on the streets? Why were more and more children being taken from their homes to almost definitely never be seen again? Why did everyday children die from abuse, suicide, and sickness? Why couldn't they answer any questions thrown at them?
Why?
For Jack it was the hardest. His job made it so he had to travel around. He brought fun wherever he went, things like school days, snowball fights, and sledding making days for children who could cover themselves up nice and tight extremely fun. But it seemed as though everywhere he went he saw it. Families, not just children, starving and freezing, who tried so hard to avoid his cold days. But he couldn't help it, he had a schedule and he definitely didn't want to upset Mother Nature. But it was hard on him to have to run every time he couldn't help a child, even if they couldn't see him, die slowly from the cold. Why did his fun for some have to be so deadly for others?
Why?
Tooth hadn't been out in the field for 440 years, give or take some. She now tried to go out more and more often. She was surprised to see just what Jack and the mini fairies meant when they had said that things had changed. She knew what was happening, but seeing it was different. Now she felt she had absolutely no reason to feel displeased when those children without homes gave her their rotting and cavity filled teeth. It was hard to be mad at something they couldn't help. She had never known just how bad their lives were, and just how hard it was for them to get clean anything, teeth being the least of their problems. It made her feel like a mess when she saw just the conditions that some of these children lived in, whether it be due to family problems, wars breaking out around them, or even abandonment from parents. She couldn't even blame the fact that very few of these children believed in the guardians anymore. Why, oh why, did it have to be so hard to watch them and their memories?
Why?
Don't let your thoughts get the better of you; Sandy himself had one of the worst. His job was to bring good dreams to children, but how is that possible when for some of them; their only thoughts were of horrible things? How could he help a poor child who was taken from their parents, when the only feeling they had anymore was fear. He couldn't help but watch as the dreams they had at night, only fueled there nightmares by day. It was worse to watch children whose only thoughts anymore were of death. He had to watch as these dreams slowly ate away at the sanity of children's thought, only cursing them more. Why couldn't his dreams be good for everyone?
Why?
Bunnymund was the guardian of hope. He was supposed to make everyone believe things would get better. How could he do that when all he could give kids was some painted eggs that would eventually spoil? Bunny tried so hard to get every kid, rich, poor, fat, starving, home, abducted, healthy, sick, or even beaten, to believe in him and hope for something better. But, with him and the other guardians knowing it wouldn't, was he really helping anything? Why did he have to make kids believe in something he himself didn't?
Why?
For North, it seemed kids Christmas lists got longer and longer every year. He hated how commercialized the holiday had become, but he couldn't help. It hurt how many people said his holiday was just a marketing thing, or just spoiled kids more, but it was worse when he believed it. He couldn't give every kid what they wanted, and he knew that. Kids asked him for homes, money, jobs for their families, food, and more things that he just couldn't do for them. It bothered him to no end that he would never be able to give these kids, who half the time aren't even close to being as greedy as some, a Merry Christmas. Why couldn't he give the ones who needed it most what they wanted?
Why?
It was hard to watch as the world slowly rotted away. The kids who the once cared for and granted wishes for destroyed the world for their own children and their grandchildren. It seemed as though children were losing their innocence sooner and sooner every year. The guardians tried desperately to reach out to these children, but often found they were too late. The mighty heroes could not help these children but fall into an endless cycle of darkness, just as many had before them that had grown up. But were they really any better off?
Why?
It was hard enough to watch kids without homes run around on the streets. It was even harder to watch the ones who weren't home, whether by choice or not, as they struggled to remember what it was like before they left. One of the absolute hardest was when children fell fatally sick. Even harder, in children, teens, and adults, may have been suicide, which directly seemed to the guardians like this person, who had to be a child at SOME point, had given up on the guardians. Like everything these people had been taught to believe in by the guardians, was lost in a world of eternal blackness that only brought pain, coldness, and blood. The guardians had felt that, due to these things, they had failed to fully protect the children of the world.
Why?
Why was a word of questions that seemed as though they were never to be answered. Why was a word that meant information, information that had a chance of being painful to not only the asked, but also the asker. Why was innocent, but also as deadly a poison coursing through someone's veins. Why was stranger than anything ever imagined, and why was everything.
Why?
It was even harder when a new immortal came with one of these horrendous problems. Of course, they NEVER seemed to blame the guardians for their problems. But the feeling was still there for them, and every time they saw another immortal that had died from things like that, the feelings of pain caused by the word surfaced and made the guardians feel even worse than they did every day. And they did, every day.
Why?
And so, in that room, the seven figures stood wordlessly with no motion from anyone. The breaths of each of them seemed to be the only sound heard throughout the room. The silence slowly ate away at their thoughts, only to make the two children believe their worst fear. And nothing any of them could say would change the already predicted conclusion by two over active minds.
Why?
The conclusion came by, by all seven somber faces. The same conclusion that had cursed their thoughts this entire meeting. The same word that was feared by the five older and more matured people. A word so simple, it was actually no surprise just how powerful it was. A saying that so many preached came to mind, don't judge a book by its cover, as they thought of just what an underdog this word was. And all the unanswered questions were left to rot in the pits of their minds were the word cursed them.
Why?
Why couldn't the guardians save everyone? Why were so many children dying without the guardians being able to do anything? Why did minds have to wonder about these horrible things? Why was the world falling apart, while the most powerful beings just sat and watched? Why would this forever be the most difficult situation, when the only thing said was a three letter word?
WHY?
The End
In hindsight I have about a million other things I should be doing then making another Rise of the Guardians Fanfic. But, I had this idea come to me over the week when I had hit a, umm, dark spot in my mind over some things. So I was thinking about things in my dark mind (it wasn't anything to bad this time, hehe) and my brother was watching RoTG. I started thinking about how no one seemed to have anything wrong with them in the movie, especially the kids, which didn't surprise me. So ya, all my questions started with "Why?" and I was like "man, it would kill these guardians to actually hear these!" So, dododoooo~ my first One-shot. Don't hate me .3.
I cannot seem to write any good fanfics at all about the guardians! This is killing me! I know this wasn't my best work, and it probably was confusing, but hey, this is mostly personal thoughts. Anyway, I have to go type some other stories (like my next chapter for Only a Color, I feel like I'm neglecting this story for some reason.) and due other important stuff. Hopefully some people like this, and it didn't make everyone depressed like it did for me writing it. Don't get me wrong, I kinda liked writing it. I don't know, write now I don't wanna do anything, so writing (or typing) is not on the top of my list. Oh and Jamie and Sophie, you just made the most awkward moment for your heroes.
If you don't like the story, tell me why? :3 *evil smirk*
Bye! ~