Places, Everyone

Summary: "Everyone should know their places. Especially you, Jack. Yours is down at rock bottom. You are no longer any use to the Guardians. After all, the imminent danger is over. And when you die, all alone and unnoticed, no one will mourn for you. Now, places, everyone..." "JACK!" No pairings. Rated T for violence. Is being continued.

((EDIT: GUYS I'M CONTINUING THIS STORY, DON'T WORRY ABOUT WHAT THE A/N SAYS BELOW THIS, I REPEAT, I WILL CONTINUE THIS))

A/N: YAY I'M BACK GUYS *sends out kisses* mwah! Happy Valentines Day! :) Unfortunately, I can only write hurt/comfort and this will not be a lovey-dovey family story. In fact, it may make you guys spam me with threats to continue this story. Which I may not. So if you're looking for something fluffy, return to the archives and come back tomorrow.

LET THE STORY START!

"Hello, Jack, dear."

Jack Frost stumbled through a dark hallway, running away from... from... something, and he skidded to a stop as cruel laughter filled the air. "Who are you? Show yourself!" he yelled, staff in position and twisting to catch sight of the owner of the voice.

"Oh, how cute! The little frost boy will stop the big bad bully! But, I'm afraid that's not the case here, honey." The female voice faded into echoes. Jack glared into the shadows, wary. "I wouldn't be so confident," he jabbed at the unseen woman. Flicking his eyes back from where he had come from, he yelled, "I need a little help here!"

"Who were you calling to, child?" A pause. "Oh, can it be? It can't!" Jack looked around, panic flitting across his features for a single moment. "Guys!"

"You can't possibly have been calling out to the Guardians, could you?"

"Ding ding, we have a winner," Jack spat. "and a good thing too, because we're going to kick your butt in a minute." The woman's voice only giggled. "How innocently deluded. They're not coming, darling." The teen turned around at the sound of a cloak brushing against the floor. "Oh yeah? Who says? And they are coming." "But do you really know that? For sure?"

"North! Bunny! Tooth! Sandy!" he called, refraining from using Bunny's nickname in case Bunny thought this was a joke. Jack shot a bolt of ice at a rat scampering by, knocking the frozen statue aside as he started to run again. "I'm pretty sure!" he yelled into the shadows. "Are you positive, child?"

Jack made a left. "I'm as positive as I'll ever be," he said, pausing for a second and then rushing to the right. "Oh, but that's not positive enough."

"They're gone."

His heart skipped a beat and his blood ran cold. Colder than he usually was, colder than the worst of blizzards. "What have you done to them?!" he yelled, attacking blindly at every shadow and corner. "Relax, dear. They're not dead or anything." The voice of the woman paused. "Which is kind of funny, now that you mention it." She laughed, her voice floating down another hallway.

"WHERE ARE THEY?!" he screamed as he rushed after the voice, his emotions setting off bursts of energy and slicking the floor with a layer of frost and ice. "Didn't I just tell you to relax, honey? Fine, they're not hurt, if you must have it spelled out for you," the voice replied lazily.

Jack breathed out in relief, and sucked the breath back in almost instantly. "Then what...?" he trailed off.

"They're gone, because they don't care."

His mind drew a blank. "What?"

"They abandoned you, darling. They. Don't. Care."

"I... I..." Jack shook his head violently. "Th-they do!" he retorted, cursing himself for the frightened trembling in his voice. "They care, they will come...," he muttered repeatedly under his breath, a mantra to keep him sane. The voice hummed. "Ah, they do? Well, they've certainly done a good job of showing it..."

A dark cloak flashed out of the shadows and across Jack's face, making him stumble back. He whipped around, but she was gone. Only the voice of the woman was left, continuing maliciously,

"...for three hundred years."

Jack gasped and clutched at his heart, choking for breath. What was happening? "S-stop...," he croaked. The voice only laughed. "Everyone should know their places. Especially you, Jack. Yours is down at rock bottom."

Jack took three steps back in shock when a woman much taller than him stepped out of the dark right in front of him. "You are no longer any use to the Guardians. After all, the imminent danger is over," she drawled, the ends of her black cloak like liquid, hissing and spattering drops onto the wall, staining them. Jack was suddenly painfully aware of how much the hallway looked like abandoned hospital walls, the kind in the horror movies.

"And when you die, all alone and unnoticed, no one will mourn for you." The woman grinned. "Now, places, everyone..."

"NO! G-get away! I-" Jack's voice caught in his throat as he coughed. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie and gasped in horror at the dark spots of blood spattered on the blue fabric. He looked up at the woman, whose hood was threatening to fall off and yet did not. "Who are you?" he choked out. "Why are you doing this to me?"

The woman smiled. "I am death, child. I take lives when their times are up." She leaned forward and slid slender fingers around his throat. Jack's eyes widened, blue orbs trembling in fear. Death smiled and tightened her grip on his throat.

"And you, Jackson Overland," she whispered, "are long overdue."

And then everything

went

d a r k.

E. Aster Bunnymund slipped into a tunnel and quickly jumped out of another, bashing the head of a nightmare seconds before it pounced on North. "There's too many of 'em!" he yelled out to the others. Sandy's head could be seen above the sea of nightmares and fearlings he was currently fighting off, and Tooth was airborne, slicing through the creatures with her razor-sharp wings. "But Jack is-" Tooth protested, looking towards the cave entrance that was right in front of her yet so out of reach.

North knocked down a fearling with the hilt of his sword. "Jack is in there, yes, but ve must retreat! Ve cannot help him if ve-" He was interrupted by a sudden jolt in the creatures, both fearlings and nightmares alike looking up in alertness at the exact same time. With an unheard cry, they suddenly melted into pools of black sand and shadows and they flitted away and all of a sudden-

They were alone.

Bunny didn't put his boomerangs away. "Wha' the hell jus' happened?" he asked. Before anyone could say (or in Sandy's case, picture) anything, the Pooka's head snapped to the direction of the cave. "Somethin's comin'," he growled, bombs at the ready. Tooth fluttered down near the ground and Sandy and North polished their weapons.

But all thoughts of fighting was gone the moment Jack Frost stumbled out of the cave, clutching his left side.

"JACK!"

None of them were sure who had yelled out the winter spirit's name. Heck, none of them knew if it had come from themselves. It didn't matter, though, because they all rushed as Jack pitched forward. "Jack, Jack, oh sweet tooth, stay with us," Tooth whispered frantically as they laid Jack on the ground. Bunny grimaced at the sight of purple marks on his neck, while Sandy tried to plug up the bleeding laceration on his side. "Jack, how are you feeling?" North asked, struggling to keep the worry out of his voice. Not that it worked anyway.

Jack looked up at him and the Tooth Fairy, who were looking down at him over his head, and then down at Bunny and Sandy. He smiled through the pain clouding his eyes. "Heh... I kn-knew that you guys c-cared..." He coughed. He sucked a shuddering breath in and then lay still.

Sandy froze. North gasped. Bunny's eyes widened. Tooth dropped to the floor.

Jack

was gone.

A/N: I... I'm sorry! It just popped into my head! I killed him off in the first chapter... I... Um... Might not continue... But if a lot of you want it to be continued, I will! I promise!

((EDIT: AGAIN, I'M CONTINUING THIS))

Happy Valentines!