Hi everyone, SkatingDJ here:) It's Summer and I have a new story for you all. So, I happened to come across OAUT in Wonderland and it looked so epic. That's where this story came from. However, I only saw the trailer so the rest of the story is my own. I think it will be super cool!
Jamie is 21 in this story. 11 years after movie. Jamie's POV & general POV. Not AU and I'll try to make this as OOC'less as possible. Rated T for violence and other suggestive themes. Not slash (although maybe some intense and deep character interaction moments)! I own nothing.
So, enjoy!:)
Jamie's POV
My father thinks I'm insane.
My mother had to get away from me so she traveled all the way to China.
My sister pretends to not even know me.
My ex-girlfriend acts like I'm not even there.
Everyone I know pretends I'm invisible. I am now denied from human touch. I am calling to the wind and empty space which is now my best friend. No one can see me cry for acceptance or hear me scream and beg for help. I am no longer accepted into society. I am weird, I am a dangerous soul to all, I am different than everyone else. I do not deserve to be loved or feel emotion. I am not wanted, I don't belong anywhere. I have no family or friends anymore. I am all alone in this big world. Now I know what a certain winter spirit feels like... felt like.
You see, the crazy thing about me is that I still believe. I'm 21 years old and I still believe in the Guardians: Santa Clause, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, the Sandman, and Jack Frost. I even believe in the Boogeyman, Pitch Black, I remember him as clear as day (or, night for that matter) at least. I still believe in all the childrens fairy tales and no one is convincing me otherwise.
When I was ten with the rest of my friends: Pippa (my girlfriend to be), Cupcake (gay to be), Caleb and Claude (troublemakers to be), Monty (dork to be), and Sophie (my sister), we fought alongside the Guardians to stop the Boogieman from bringing about an eternal nightmare night. But that was over a decade ago and all my friends and my even my own sister have forgotten or have refused to believe it was real. Even if they had received presents from Santa the following years after or had their teeth still collected in return for money or had eggs on their windowsill the next dozen Easters or continued having good dreams or always having fun snow days with Jack Frost himself.
My friends gave up one by one and then there came a day when my sister gave up as well, but I never did. I was always an odd-ball, but once I got into high school I kept the secret to myself. I had a successful few years in school, but I was the only high school kid in the world who could still see and believe the Guardians, but my secret stayed safe. I had decent grades, the prettiest girl in the school (Pippa), and a good pack of friends. Life was pretty decent.
But then college came, and instead of preparing me for life, it destroyed it.
Rumors got out that I still believed. They laughed at me and I laughed along with them. But I would never deny that the Guardians were real. After the first year went by, things got a little more serious. I began to get bullied and my friends began to turn their backs on me. But I still kept on believing with a sad heart. The second year, the teachers, the principle, and my parents got wind of this and had a small talk with me, but I screamed and cried that the Guardians were real like a mad man and that I had seen them... but my belief was withering. Final (third) year; the bullying got even worse, my grades went from good to bad, I had no more friends, my parents were concerned and disappointed, I was almost 21 (a man) and my believing issue was the talk of my life. However, this year, I was doubting the Guardians were real after all.
Perhaps it was because of the fact that I saw Jack Frost die before my very eyes one day before my college years.
I was seventeen and had graduated high school (my birthday was over the summer) and Jack Frost had decided to come hang out with me. I was having a snowball fight with him and having a glorious time. The best we've ever had in a long time. Once we had come to a truce, we lay in the snow banks trying to catch our breaths and laughing at the same time. It was now funny, we were both approximately the same age. Once we were done recovering, we simply stared into the sky and enjoyed each other's silent company. After what seemed like a short infinity, Jack rolled over and stared at me with a small smile. I looked back at him with a mirrored expression. I wanted it to last forever...
That's when we were suddenly ambushed by an army of nightmares. We both shot up to our feet as my face became laced with worry while Jack held up his staff in a battle stance.
"Run! Get out of here!" Jack ordered.
"What about you?!" I cried, suddenly having the urge to cling onto his waist like I used to when I was a child. I suddenly grew afraid of loosing him. I didn't know why, Jack could handle this, but it was Pitch! He had returned! I thought they had destroyed him!
"I'll be fine." He stated as he cast a skittish glance at me, only to find me not convinced and a fine layer of tears brimming my eyes.
Jack faced me, "Look, we can handle this-" As if on cue, the jingle of sleigh bells could be heard overhead; the Guardians had arrived, "we beat Pitch before, we can do it again. Just stay safe!"
But I couldn't help but feel that this time it was different. That they might actually go and never come back. This time it just felt so different and wrong. Pitch shouldn't be back! Was he stronger now? "But-" I began, but was immediately cut off.
Jack placed an assuring grip on my shoulder and stared hard into my caramel brown eyes with his electric blue ones. "We'll always be here, Jamie. Just believe in us. I will be back, I promise."
"Go."
With that, I unwillingly ran away.
The Guardians arrived next to Jack and charged into the army of nightmares, head on. But the nightmares kept on coming. The more they destroyed, the more that came. Pitch hadn't shown his face for five years and he attacked when he was prepared. Five years of not having to deal with nightmares had dwindled the Guardians skills ever so slightly, but that was all Pitch needed. And as the battle progressed on with no end in sight, the nightmares and fearlings grew stronger as the Guardians began to fear the outcome.
It came down to the Guardians making a clear way for Jack to attack the heart of the system; Pitch Black himself. Jack didn't let his guard down for a second and unleashed attack after attack, each one equal in power, pacing himself. But Pitch also put up a valiant fight, and with he and his army growing stronger with fear, and the Guardians growing weaker, he was starting to gain the upper hand.
All the people in the town had to retreat indoors because a blizzard had suddenly picked up right in the middle of town. I retreated back to my house and watched the battle from my window. Of course, no one else but me knew that more than a blizzard was going on outside. I could make out two dots upon a tall building in the distance battling, with four other dots hording through the black mess of monsters below on the ground.
That's when it happened.
I don't know if it was a figment of my imagination, but my ears twitched when I heard a sickening crack from that tall skyscraper. My eyes snapped upwards as I grabbed a pair of binoculars from my desk and used them to see closer. I brought them to my eyes and saw Pitch holding two pieces of what used to be Jack's staff in his hands. Jack was on the ledge of the building, weak and limp. Pitch strode over to the spirit and looked him in the eyes before slightly tapping the boy's chest, making Jack fall over the ledge.
I lowered my binoculars as everything went into slow motion. I watched Jack's limp body reach the ground after a painful set of seconds before being swallowed whole by nightmare sand and nightmare beasts alike.
North watched in horror, Tooth cried and burst into tears, Bunny screamed, Sandy stared in shock, and a single tear trailed down my face. Nobody moved a muscle. It went deathly silent.
The nightmare sand revolved and attacked the poor being trapped inside it, then suddenly, it all vanished.
All the nightmare sand, horses, and fearlings vanished in a wave of thin air.
They vanished along with Jack Frost. The only thing left behind of him being his broken staff.
I screamed in agony at the top of my lungs, my feet began to ran as adrenaline made my feet soar out of my house and through the streets towards the battle.
North became dizzy and leaned on his saber. Tooth cried as she fell to the ground. Sandy stared at what used to be the last place everyone saw Jack. And Bunny raced over to the pieces of the staff and collapsed to his knees, punching the earth and roaring with fury.
Pitch came down to their level and watched with utter satisfaction at the scene before him. After some time, he raised his hand into the air and snapped his fingers; casting a powerful wave of black energy throughout Burgess.
By the time I made it there, it was as if nothing had happened. The buildings, streetlamps, and sidewalks were as good as they had been, and the blizzard had disappeared. Everyone came out from their shelter and acted like nothing happened while I kneeled down before the remnants of Jack Frost. I let out a cry as I sobbed my heart out, I grasped the two pieces of wood in my hand and cradled them to my chest. I lay on the street crying for the rest of the day as no one even batted an eyelash in my direction. I held the broken staff even tighter now, holding whatever was left of my best friend.
You promised. You told me to believe. You said you'd be back. You said you could beat him. You said you would always be there for me! Now, you're gone, forever.
That night I gingerly carried the broken staff home and shoved it beneath my floorboards; safe and forgotten.
No more presents came from Santa the following years whilst I was in college. The Tooth Fairy never bothered to stop by my new room in college, a dorm. There were no more eggs or chocolate left at my doorstep on Easter. I never got any more sweet dreams each night from the Sandman. And I never had another snow day with Jack Frost, ever. It was as if the rest of the Guardians were dead too.
All that was left in my heart during those college years was pain and fear. Each night I suffered from the Boogeyman's haunting nightmares and they were slowly morphing and corrupting my mind and heart into insanity. No help came to me. I became an insane loner. My heart and mind were clawing at whatever belief and sanity I had left. My father threw me out of school after my third year and put me into an insane asylum.
My father never wanted to look at my face ever again. My own mother became so terrified of me that she left to China to get away from her insane child. Pippa broke up with me long ago and now pretends that I don't even exist. And my beloved sister Sophie pretends she doesn't know me. The rest of my friends have abandoned me. I am truly alone and insane. I want to believe, but I don't have it in me anymore. I need help, but none will come. I'm begging you, somebody, anybody, take away this pain!
"That's how I got here."
"That's quite the story, Mr. Bennett."
My hands were cuffed behind me onto a steel chair. I sat in a grim room as some sort of jury sat before me, here to analyze my insanity.
"You do realize that you're the only 21 year old in the world who still believes in these, Guardians?"
I didn't respond. My blank eyes wandering in space. I had no more energy to do anything.
"Usually people see this reality when they become teenagers. They may still have fun believing it just to appease others because deep down they know it's not real. Yet you have always genuinely believed that they were real for all your life!"
"You claim to know of Santa Clause; a Russian man who wields two sabers and has tattoos on his arms and yetis and elves work for him in his workshop in the North Pole. The Tooth Fairy; a sight to behold, a hybrid of a hummingbird with rainbow colored feathers and her wings can fly her to sonic speeds. You know of E. Aster Bunnymund, AKA the Easter Bunny; last of the Pooka tribe, 6'1 and Australian, short tempered and is armed with a pair of boomerangs and egg bombs. The Sandman; bringer of dreams, a golden short man who cannot speak, rather communicating through his dream sand which can make whatever he desires. The legendary Jack Frost; the Winter Spirit, bringer of mischief and snow and ice alike, and has a staff which enables him to fly. And finally the Boogeyman, Pitch Black; a man with yellow eyes and sharp teeth and causes the nightmares of children all over."
The jury frowned and a few tried to stifle a chuckle as they waited for my response.
"Yes." I mumbled unemotionally, my face void of expression.
"Tell us, Mr. Bennett: Why do you still believe?"
"I saw them."
"But they are dead."
I hesitated.
"Yes."
The head of the jury dropped his pencil. "Well Mr. Bennett, it seems you have your answer."
I looked up, the slightest bit of interest coming to me.
"They're dead, they don't exist anymore. You have no reason to believe now!"
"I can't. I can't stop thinking about them. I can't stop thinking about him."
"Who's him?"
"Jack Frost."
I bit my lip and choked back a sob.
"I can't let go! I want to, but then I don't want to! It's tearing me apart!"
Instead of a chorus of sighs like I expected, I glanced up and saw the jury nodding at each other. What were they thinking of?
"Well Mr. Bennett, we have a solution to your pain. A little experiment we can test on you."
I began to grow hopeful, that would honestly be wonderful.
"You can take the pain away?"
"Yes."
"Will it hurt? Have you done it before?"
"First question: no. Second question: no."
"What will happen to me?"
"We don't know that either, but the pain and your insanity will be gone. You will forget everything; the existence and the death of the Guardians. You will not even know of the tales. You will return to a happy and normal life."
The pain? Gone? But I don't want to forget! But- what's the point? They're dead. They're never coming back. They don't even exist anymore and I have to carry around an impossible burden. I'd be more insane than I already am not to take up the offer. There's a part of me that wants to remember, like I was special and different if I did, but I'm tired of being special and different. I want to be a whole, normal, happy human being again.
"Yes, I will do it."
"Very well, Mr. Bennett. Nine o'clock tomorrow morning, sharp."
The jury gathered their papers and headed off the court. Two guards escorted me back to my cell where I dwelled in my thoughts until I fell asleep.
I can't stand it any more.
General POV
"Jamie's the last light again."
"Kids just don't believe like the used to."
"He's slipping, he needs help, fast."
"He needs us as much as we need him."
"How can we bring him back?"
"Well, there's one thing going for us."
"Bunny, can you bring him back?"
"Why me?!"
"Because you're the best hunter."
"Very well, but what's going for us?"
"Well, Jack's not dead."
Well, what do you think?:) Remember, this is not slash (Jack x Jamie!) PLEASE leave a review and tell me what you think! Make sure to check out my other stories;) Happy Summer! Peace!
-SkatingDJ