Hey guys. It's me, MBL. I have to put this out here that neither I nor MBK own ROTG or Dreamworks. Or Jack Frost. Trust me, you'd totally know if we owned Jack Frost. This is my first Jack Frost fanfiction. Not my first death scene, but I haven't wrote anything in a while. Oh yeah: WARNING, DEATH. But even if you don't like death, you should still read, for the sake of Jack's last thoughts. Because, come on, what if Jack didn't just BAM! die instantly? See this kind of this is needed in the movie. Now, my fellow Jack Frost Fans, onward to Jack Frost!
READ ON! (Pretty Please, which frosting ontop of a chocolate muffin?) (If that didn't work: for the sake of Jack Frost?)
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He was falling. What could have been a quick, only slightly painful death was instead a game of slowly losing consciousness, feeling the burn of his skin freezing and his heartbeat slowing. Had it, he wondered, always been so cold? Had he only just minutes before, saved his sister? Had he swapped her for himself, trading places into an icy hell? Yes, he had. He knew that much. He knew he didn't regret anything that had happened, either.
Was he dead yet? He should have been. If he wasn't dead of suffocation and hypothermia yet, he would be soon. Better him than Pippa, better him than Pippa.
Pippa. What would happen to Pippa? It would just be her with their mother, but she could hardly count as a parental figure, with her mind leaving her when their father...
No, he couldn't think of that. He couldn't think of his father when he was above the water, much less underneath it in his dying moments. He was cold, he was getting too cold. No, he wasn't cold. He was burning, but that wasn't the right word. His skin was tingling, pulsating a fire that could not be vanquished. A forever hell. An immortal inferno.
He hoped, while the burning sensation was moving up his body, she would be okay. He was going to die, and he hoped Pippa knew how important she was to him. How long had he been under? It couldn't have been long, probably only a few minutes. It felt like he had been burning for centuries.
He opened his closed eyes. From the cracked ice, he could see a full moon, his last glimpse of light. His last glimpse of anything as Jackson Overland. What would he be once he died? He shoved that thought out of his head. When he died, he wanted to die peacefully. The beams from the moon seemed to get brighter, calling to him, telling him to let go. Telling him it would relieve the burning.
As he succumbed to the darkness, he was sure he heard a soft, ancient voice whisper, "I choose you."
and... BAM! Whatcha' guys think? Okay, Don't Blink and Review. No joke, please review. Critiscm is welcome, just don't be a PMSing Pooka with a hate gene for Jack. M'kay? K.
Look out for more of MBK and I's stories. And if you're my english teacher: RISE OF THE GUARDIANS IS NOT ABOUT OWLS! ITS ABOUT A SUPER HOT WINTER SPIRIT and I should sever your head and mount it on my wall. Just saying.
You guys should tell us what you want us to do. (Note: MBK does not do JackxAnyone. She hates OC's especially.)