So. I've been out of the fanfiction world for quite a while. I've recently decided to get a grip on my imagination since I'm stuck in the middle of a book I'm writing.

For the followers and reviewers of my previous stories, thank you so much! But I think you all know I'm not continuing any of them unless new chapters are SERIOUSLY wanted. Otherwise nooooooo.

I kinda realized that I don't like any of those stories anymore. I read them recently and was like, ew, my writing sucks. So here's another story in a totally different setting with totally different characters. I can only hope my writing has improved!

This is a Rise of the Guardians story. Rated M for later chapters. I don't own any characters!

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Jacks fingertips are just brushing mine, the effort showing red in his face as he's trying to reach me. Black chains wrapped around our bodies, keeping us at a distance so unbearable my body is shaking. Jack tries to tell me that it will all be ok, that we'll be ok. But the panic he tries to hide in his eyes shows me he doesn't believe his own words.

Buildings around us have fallen, large metal beams are sticking up out of the ground while dust flies around, filling our mouths and noses. I think I can hear the cries of people and it sinks into my stomach, making me nauseous. Who knows how far the destruction has gone, I can barely concentrate on what's in front of me.

I did this. This is all my fault.

I can't help my erratic breathing, fear running through my veins. Try as I might I can't reach any further for Jacks hand, all I want is for his skin to be touching mine, to make the fear and the pain go away.

Tears make trails down my cheeks. Seeing Jack so helpless hurts my heart. His hair is no longer the beautiful silvery white; his eyes are turned to a golden brown. How could I have done this to him? How could I have been so selfish? Why had Jack ever trusted me?

Looking back now, I'm not sure how it all started, how my feelings for Jack ignited into something more than friendship. Was it how his visits became more frequent as I grew up? Was it how he made snow appear in my bedroom, coating everything in a soft sparkle? Maybe it was the times that he spent making 'snow days' so that I could spend a few more days with him instead of being in school? Was it how he began to look at me?

His bright blue eyes, so captivating, so easy to be lost in. I couldn't understand why he would look at me with this alluring wonder. Puberty had not been kind to me, my hips grew outwards almost bulbously, and pimples had a tendency to attack my face relentlessly in which no amount of makeup could hide. Thank goodness one does not stop maturing there. Awkward is the understated word I would use to describe my 13 year old self.

And yet, it never seemed to bother Jack. He would say to me, "You know how every snowflake is different? How they're all pretty in their own way?" I would roll my eyes at him, making him chuckle, the sound of wind chimes to my ears. "You're just one of those snowflakes, Sophie."

It's surprising that my face hasn't become permanently red due to how often he makes me blush with his sweet words and snowflakes.

The first time he touched me is a moment I'll never forget. His hand brushed my face, smooth, cold knuckles running down my cheek. I visibly shivered, a cold but electrifying tingle coursing its way down my spine. Even now, 5 years later, he still makes me shiver, makes me forget how to breathe.

With Jamie gone to university, it is to my great joy that Jacks visits don't get interrupted. Jamie kept Jack with him as if they were conjoined twins, showing Jack video games, movies, and even when Jamie was old enough, porn. That is one incident that I wish could be taken from my memory. Jack was, and always will be Jamie's best friend, but Jack continued to come see me even after Jamie was gone.

"I kind of thought you would forget about me and go with Jamie to Orlando," I had said to Jack after 6 months had passed by.

The look on his face was sad, as if I had hurt him by saying that. "Sophie, there is no way I could ever forget about you," he said, taking my hand in his. "You don't…want me to leave…do you?"

Panic had closed my throat. No, no, in no possible way did I want Jack to leave. I shook my head violently at the thought, "No!"

And he has stayed ever since. Always tapping on my window, making frosty pictures appear on the glass. I make silly attempts to draw my own pictures, breathing hot air on the window and using my clumsy fingers to make patterns and stars and happy faces. My skills lie with charcoal and paint on canvases, not slick window glass.

I'd show Jack my drawings of made up people, some of them children holding their parents hands, others scantily clad women in precarious poses. I don't show Jack the ones that I drew of him, of our hands locked together, of his shirtless body, of his lips so achingly close to mine.

My heart breaks now at what I have done to him.

I did this. He is powerless because of me. I have created monster that has set out to kill Jack.

"Take me," I whisper to the shadows around us.

Jacks eyes grow wide, fear blooming at the realization of what I'm saying.

"Take me instead," I say again, louder. The shadows shake as if they're laughing.

"Take me! Kill me instead!"

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Second chapter will be up in a day or so!

Thanks for reading ;D