Okay, so I thought I'd give myself a crack at the ROTG fanfiction, and write this. At first I wasn't really planning on posting this, and it wasn't always going to be an ROTG fanfiction. I mostly started writing the beginning of it to get some things off my chest that had been going on in my life, but when I watched ROTG I just couldn't stop myself from turning it into this once I got the idea in my head for my character April Showers. Anyway though, thought I'd let you know this will follow the movie, and not be a story all on its own. However, I will promise you it's very good…well at least in my opinion lol. Hopefully you'll like it as much as I do.
Also, I should probably let you know I've only got seven chapters written so far, but this was the only one edited, so don't expect quick updates, because I hate to catch up to my writing when I post. I just feel like it puts too much pressure on me when I do, and then the story comes out sounding sloppy and horrible in the end. Plus I'm working on two other fanfictions at the moment; Empathy and Guardian Angel. So, yeah my writing is spread really thin as it is right now, especially with me working a lot here lately, and trying to find a house with my friend to move away from where we're currently living. So things will be slow, and updates far and between, but I promise if you stick with it, it'll end up being a really good read.
I should probably also mention that I'm rating this T for teen right now, because it does have mature themes in it, however I'm not entirely sure yet if I'm going to go with my normal, and add in a Lemon. If I do, it won't be till the end, and if I do, then at that time I'll bump it up to M for mature for sure. However, in the meantime it is suitable for teens, but if you are too young please don't read this, because I honestly don't want your parents cursing me out for your bad choices (even if I made the same ones when I was your age when I first started reading and making fanfiction. So no judging here, I promise.) LOL
With that all said now, please enjoy my first ever ROTG fanfiction. I hope you really like it. :-)
Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians, or anything that pertains to it as much as I really wish I did. Cause let's be honest people, we would all love to own Jack Frost and his sexy little grin ;-). However, all I own is my character April Showers, and whatever characters I make up that aren't in the movie or children's books. So please, don't sue me. I barely get enough money as it is right now to feed myself. LOL
"In the end, as you fade into the night
Who will tell the story of your life?
And who will remember your last goodbye?
'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die,"
- In the End by: Black Veil Brides
Chapter 1: In the End
A pair of cerulean blue eyes lazily scanned the exuberant crowd of bodies as they swayed back and forth hypnotically to the beat of the upbeat music playing in the overly crowded bar. The music was so loud it's vibration though the air could literally be felt prickling over the girl's skin, and the thumping of the beat could even be felt through the stone floor as well where her prized black flip flop shoes with diamond bejeweled designs were planted. Carefully, she continued to scan the crowd for her two companions. Hoping in vain not to make eye contact with one of her ex's who had just entered the bar only a few minutes ago.
Taping her slender fingers against the side of her thigh, both to the beat, and also from nerves, she finally spotted her two moronic but lovable friends pretending to grind against each other to the music to tease a group of good-looking men nearby. They both threw their heads back in laughter as one of the men had to outright adjust himself in the booth to hide his very much growing erection.
Shaking her head, the girl placed her empty glass, which was once full of a delicious sweet fruity alcoholic substance, back down onto the table near her. Getting up from her own booth, she proceeded to make her way through the crowd and over to the two mischievous girls.
As soon as she'd fought her way through the crowd, and over to them, she reached out and placed her hands on both of their shoulders to catch their attention. Ceasing their movements, they turned to their taller friend and raised a brow both in irritation and confusion.
Leaning closer so that the girls could hear her, she yelled to be heard over the music, "I THINK WE SHOULD GET GOING. THE ALCOHOL IS WEARING OFF, AND DYLAN JUST SHOWED UP."
Nodding their heads in agreement, after she motioned her head over to the other side of the bar to point out the arrival of her ex, they slowly began to slip out of the bar as they maneuvered through the rambunctious crowd of drunks.
Once outside of the bar, dubbed the name Puckers, she finally turned to her friends and was able to speak normally to them for once since they'd entered the bar at the beginning of the night.
"Sorry to ruin your fun guys. I just didn't want to deal with him tonight. I know since he was a local he was bound to show up here at some point, but I was hoping he'd go to the biker bar upstairs where the other locals hang out," she explained sheepishly as the two rolled their eyes.
"You should have known that coming to Gatlinburg that you were bound to bump into him at some point. You should be brave and just talk to him. Tell him why you did what you did. I'm sure he'd understand," her friend Allison explained with a huff. Still quite annoyed apparently that she'd been taken away from her fun.
"I know I should, but it's just...how do you explain to someone like him that it wasn't he who caused me to leave, but rather my ex who I was still in love with. It's hard to convince someone who has cerebral palsy that it wasn't their condition that made you leave, but the fact you just weren't quite ready to let go of your other ex who your still madly in love with, and who just so happened to waltz back into your life. Not to mention the fact that said ex you loved oh so dearly decided at the last minute to back out of reconnecting making you a horrible person for breaking their heart for nothing. Sorry, I'm just not ready to have that conversation with him yet," the girl grumbled, as she kicked a pebble near her shoe out of frustration.
"May..."
"I'm sorry, but I can't Allison," the girl, May, sighed, as her shoulders sagged in disappointment, while her friend's eyes softened at the cowardice look on her face.
"I told him I loved him for Christ's sake, and then a few days later turn around and ignore his calls and texts, while I'm lying in Reece's bed all snuggled up next to him. God, I'm a fucking horrible person, and it's better if he doesn't know the truth of how horrible I really am," May groaned, as she reached up, and rubbed viciously at her face as if that would stop the oncoming of guilty tears from popping up.
"Well, I hate to tell you this, but I think you're about to have to," May's other friend, Jamie, announced, as they heard the door open back up to the bar, as loud music floated out into the night air.
"May? Is that you," came a curious voice, as a boy limped out the door cautiously, and over to them.
Dylan may have had cerebral palsy, but he was still nearly fully functional except for his limp, or more like slight waddle, when he walked. Other than that noticeable flaw, everything else about him was impeccable. He was a very good-looking guy, with short cropped brown hair, light blue eyes, and slim frame. Even his voice was enchanting. It was almost like velvet.
However, despite all that, May had left him, and why you may ask? Because he hadn't been Reece. The boy she had been with for three years before him. The boy who, despite the fact she had loved, abused her both mentally and emotionally to the point that any time he'd snap his fingers she'd come running back to him like a loyal dog. She guessed it was a little fucked up, but all the same true.
"Dylan? Hey, h-how are you," May managed to stutter out in complete and utter fear as he gave her a long scrutinizing glance.
"Good. Actually, great to be honest. Um, I'm with someone now, and she..."
"Treats you right," May sighed regretfully remembering her actions.
"Yeah, yeah she does," Dylan replied, while scratching the back of his head, before meeting May's eyes, "What happened May? Why did you..."
"I'm glad you're happy Dylan. Really I am, but we've got to get going. It's a long road back to Roane County, and these moron's are obviously too drunk to drive," May said hastily cutting him off, as her friends shook their heads in disappointment at her actions. They had really hoped she'd finally get closure, but it looked like that wasn't about to happen. Sighing, they moved to follow May as she turned on her heel to leave. They even managed to pass her as they made their way up the stairs, but a sudden intake of breath stopped them in their tracks, as they looked behind them to see Dylan had reached out to grab May's hand to stop her.
"No, May. No more running or ignoring me. Tell me what happened. I'm a big boy, I can take it," Dylan urged her, not taking his hand off of hers.
May bit her lip, almost so hard that it began to bleed, as her eyes refused to meet his, "Dylan, I can't. You're better off not knowing."
His eyes hardened at her words, as he let out a humorless laugh, before going on to say, "It was my condition wasn't it? That's why you ran? You couldn't handle the cripple, huh?"
May's friend's eyes widened at his oh so casual words, but they didn't know Dylan like May did. She knew that that was his way of accepting his condition. To make fun of it, and to point it out often. It's just how he'd learned to deal with it, but another part of May couldn't help wondering if this wasn't him just joking anymore. If he really thought that, because hell, even she thought that he thought that.
"No Dylan, it had nothing to do with that. You were a good guy. A great guy even. You honestly do deserve someone better than me, it's just that..."
"Just that what," he said finally letting go of her hand, and crossing his arms across his lean chest.
Sighing, May knew that it was time to confess. To grow the courage and finally tell him the truth, but when she looked at him, it literally broke her heart to see the hurt already in his eyes. However, for some reason that also made her brave enough to finally spit out, "I cheated on you."
His eyes widened, as he stepped back from her in shock, as his arms fell to his sides, "What?"
"I...I cheated on you. With Reece. I thought that I could move on from him, but I was wrong. No matter how hard I tried to force myself to really love you, I just couldn't, and it had nothing to do with you. It was all me, because I still loved him."
"After everything you said that bastard put you through, and you ran back to him...really?"
His eyes said it all.
He felt betrayed, disgusted, and most of all he was angry.
"I couldn't help it. You can't stop loving someone that easily even after they put you through so much. Especially if you've been with them for three years Dylan. I couldn't...It just happened. That night I told you he was picking me up from work because I didn't have a ride back home, we just... it felt like things were different... like maybe they could finally work out right again. Before I knew it, we were in each other's arms, and my phone was ringing, and I saw it was you. I didn't know how to tell you, or what to say, so yeah, I chickened out and ignored you because I thought it was for the best. I knew you would move on and be happier without me," May confessed, as she felt hot wet tears cascading down the sides of her cheeks.
Sighing deeply, Dylan placed his hands on his face and gave it a firm rub as if that would hide his glistening angry eyes from her. However, after a moment, he took a deep calming breath and asked, "Are you happy? I mean, are the two of you finally happy?"
May lowered her eyes, and grimaced as the emotionally pain tore at her heart. Ever so slowly she shook her head, "It didn't work out with him like I thought it would. He left again."
Dylan looked at her appalled for a moment, before his face turned almost stoic. Straitening to his full height, his eyes finally hardened, and his jaw went rigid, as he finally breathed, "Well I guess karma's a bitch, huh?"
With that, he turned on his heel, and limped back into the bar without another word, as May wrapped her arms around herself, as she felt her heart break.
Not because she loved him. Not because she wanted another chance with him, but simply because she felt the overwhelming guilt tear through her like a knife.
He was right.
She had got what she deserved.
"Come on sweetie, let's get out of here," her friend Jamie said, as she felt her friend's arms wrap around her shoulders, and steer her in the direction of the stairs. As they passed Allison on the way up them, she reached out and patted May's arm reassuringly, as she replied, "I know it hurts now, but trust me when I say that's a very brave and courageous thing you just did. He'll be able to finally get some closure now, and so will you."
Nodding, May sighed, and replied, "Yeah I guess."
"Want to stay a little longer, and grab a bite to eat before we head off," Jamie asked trying to change the subject.
"Not really, let's just go find the car, and head back home. I'm sick of this place," May finally grumbled, as she walked away from the other two, and headed towards the parking garage they'd parked at earlier in the day.
After finding the car, and stopping for some fast food on the way back to their hometown, the three were now happily sitting in the car singing happily along to the music on the radio forgetting about their earlier troubles. They'd decided to take the scenic route back instead of the interstate, so that they wouldn't have to deal with the horrible traffic caused by the Spring Break season. Plus, since the scenic route was a little longer, it meant they had more time to enjoy each other's company, and relax after the tiring time earlier.
"IN THE END AS YOU FADE INTO THE NIGHT, WHO WILL TELL THE STORY OF YOUR LIFE, AND WHO WILL REMEMBER, YOUR LAST GOODBYE, CAUSE IT'S THE END AND I'M NOT AFRAID, I'M NOT AFRAID TO DIE!"
The girls belted out the lyrics happily to the song playing on the radio, as they all pretended to jam to the beat as if they were rock stars, all the while laughing at one another's silliness.
May was currently the driver, since she was the one who had been the most sober, and had even proven it with Jamie's little breathalyzer she'd gotten from her dad the day she had turned twenty one. He thought it was a great gag gift that would also come in pretty handy, and plus him being a cop it was his way of trying to steer her away from bad choices. Either way, it had worked well in May's favor when it had shown that the alcohol May had drank earlier within the night had almost already worn completely off and she was now under the legal limit to drive.
Reaching up with one hand to brush a stray lock of honey brown hair from her eyes that had fallen out of her braid, one that her friends had teased her about and had even called her Elsa from the movie Frozen because of it, she trained her eyes on the wet road ahead of them as the rain pounded down even harder on the car.
It hadn't started raining until halfway through their journey home, but now it was literally raining cats and dogs, and it was hard to see through the windshield despite to wipers going at full speed. Every once in awhile the sky above them would light up ominously from a strike of lightning nearby, and make the girls jump, but they did their best to ignore it as they tried to continue to have fun.
Squirming in her seat, May tried to get more comfortable as she reached down, and tugged at her jean short shorts to readjust them, however every time she tried she would accidently grab the end of her long blank tank top instead and make herself even more uncomfortable.
"Son of...Allison, can you hold the wheel a moment," May asked, looking over at Allison who was texting on her phone, and sitting with her back against the passenger side door. Glaring at the girl for abandoning her seatbelt earlier within the ride, she waited patiently for Allison to finish her text before looking up and leaning over to hold the wheel for May. As carefully as May could, she began to readjust herself. Once she was done, she took the wheel back from Allison, as the girl turned to ask Jamie, "Mom wants to know if you're staying at May's tonight, or are you coming back home with me?"
"Probably May's. It's her birthday, and I don't exactly feel like leaving her all alone to whimper and whine about how we don't love her," Jamie teased as May rolled her eyes, and shook her head as her lightning bolt earrings dangled back and forth from the motion.
"Oh yes, I would so mourn the loss of companionship tonight," May joked back, as she held her right hand to her chest mockingly and sniffed playfully as if she would burst into tears any moment.
"And that is why you need me there to keep you from depressingly gorging on a bunch of cake and ice cream, and moaning about how you have no one to keep you company on your one and only 21st birthday," Jamie laughed, as she patted May's shoulder affectionately, as said girl giggled at her friend.
"Oh, the horrors of getting enormously fat from too much ice cream and cake," May cried, as she let go of the wheel for a moment, and clasped her hands together as if praying to the almighty God that it wouldn't happen.
"Moron," Allison snickered, as May grabbed the wheel again, and glared at her friend.
"What? It's the truth. Every time I so much as look at food I gain a pound I swear," May grumbled, but just like her friends, she knew it wasn't true.
She wasn't particularly a lean girl at her age, but she wasn't quite fat either. She was about average for her height at 5"6. She had a little extra on her than she would have liked, but not so bad that she couldn't wear a bikini during the summer months coming soon. No, the problem she had was her thighs and her breasts.
Despite her family's lack of the gene, May had been quite blessed in the chest area for some reason. Her mother couldn't help thinking that it came from farther down her father's gene pool. However, as for her thighs, that was all on her mom whom had been dugged the name 'Thunder Thighs,' when she had been May's age. All and all though, May couldn't help cursing her mother's gene's in her for it.
Actually, she couldn't help cursing her mom for a lot of her looks, all except for her face shape and long nose, because she was quite the spitting image of her mother almost when she was younger. Heck if it hadn't of been for the advancement of contacts, she would have been nearly the spitting image of her mother entirely.
The only thing May had gotten from her dad was his round Cherokee face shape, and long nose that she absolutely despised with a passion. It was the worst qualities her dad had, and she just had to inherit them.
Part of her wished she had inherited his skin tone, and dark raven black hair, but instead she was gifted with her mother's pale Irish skin, and honey-brown colored locks that when she was younger had once been golden blonde. It was a curse on her mom's side of the family that all the girls were born with blonde hair when they were younger, but as they age their hair grows significantly darker if they chose not to dye it. May's mother was one who never did, and now instead of having honey brown hair like her daughter, it had already turned a dark brown.
It was an odd trait, but one her family cherished dearly with a saying that went along with it.
'You start of as a dumb blonde, and as your hair get's darker with age, your wisdom will grow.'
'Well, not so much a saying, but more a statement,' May thought with a roll of her eyes, as she reached down to scratch her ankle where her two silvery metal anklets were. They weren't all that pretty to look at. They were just two slightly bulky silver bands, with no designs on them, but if you were in just the right light it was almost as if they cast a rainbow. However, May doubted she'd be seeing any of that now since it was nighttime, and as she said before, raining cats and dogs.
Lightning flashed again across the sky, lighting it up with an ethereal pinkish glow. That was always May's favorite kind of lightning. Not the gold or white kind. No, the kind that was a white like pink, that almost had a silvery glow to it. Ever since she was younger she had always loved thunder and lightning storms.
Actually nature in general was her favorite. She could never particularly pick one favorite season, but she knew winter and the stormy spring months were the closest to being her favorites. Simply because she loved playing in the rain and snow as a child. Her mother had always had a hard time getting her back into the house when she was younger during those times. Her dad, who had still been with her mom around that time, had to always threatened her with a switch from the willow tree if she didn't listen to her mother.
Her dad had been a hard man to love for both her and her mother. He always had a bit of an anger streak, and a tendency to be a manwhore. The last one being the main reason her mother and him had split at May's ripe little age of ten-years-old. Plus, she guessed, it didn't help that he could be abusive at times when he was high on whatever drug he could get his hands on that day. That had been another reason her mother had left him, and May was actually glad she did.
She ended up growing up in a more stable home with her mother than she had when she was a lot younger. True her mother had a few problems the first two years dealing with the divorce, but once the divorce papers were signed, her mother had become a whole new strong and independent woman. One that May had aspired to try to be, but couldn't help feeling like she had failed at. Part of her knew she was turning out more like her dad as she got older. Just minus the drugs thankfully.
May might look like her mother, but she'd definitely inherited her father's personality sadly.
Sighing, May squinted to see the road through the windshield as the rain began to pound even heavier against it.
"Maybe we should pull over for a few minutes, May? Let the rain die down. It's getting pretty bad out," Jamie insisted, as she leaned up from her seat in the back to look at May quizzically.
"No, we'll be fine. It's just a little storm," May shrugged, as Allison rolled her eyes.
"If you think this storm is little, I'd hate to see what you think is big," Allison huffed, as she began to silently agree with Jamie.
"Come on guys, weren't you the ones telling me to be brave and courageous earlier? I think this qualifies, and I think you all need to be a little bit braver too and have faith in me and my driving skills," May laughed encouragingly, as Jamie rolled her eyes, and commented, "Driving skills? What driving skills? The first time you drove a car, you ran into a tree!"
"Yeah, but I'm an older and more experienced driver now, Jamie. Besides, weren't you the one who ran into the neighbor's fence and destroyed it," May chuckled, as Jamie rolled her eyes.
"You're never going to let me live that down are you," Jamie grumbled.
"Are you ever going to let me live down that tree incident," May asked.
"Nope," Jamie and Allison both chorused.
"Then you got your answer I guess," May chuckled, as she finally noticed they'd made it to the long bridge in Lenoir City that ran over the Fort Loudoun Dam. She had always loved this bridge. The view was gorgeous every time she had taken this route to Gatlinburg with her friends and family; however, tonight it looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie as she struggled to see the road in front of them.
"May, slow down! It's not safe to go this fast on a wet bridge," Allison warned, as May shook her head, and replied back, "Calm down Allison we'll be fine."
However, she now knew her words that night would forever haunt her for the years to come, as at that moment a giant flash of lightning lit up the sky, and the bolt hit the ground not but a few feet in front of the car.
The three girls screamed, as May yanked the steering wheeling as quickly as she could to veer away from the bolt. However, that was a bad move as she soon realized she'd lost control of the fast moving car, as it shot straight towards the side of the bridge. May tried hitting the break, but it was like she was hitting air as the break refused to work at that precise moment, and in a flash of panic she screamed at her friends, "HOLD ON TO SOMETHING!"
However, it was too late; they'd crashed into the side of the bridge so hard that the concrete gave away, and now left the car more than halfway dangling over the side of the bridge.
May had closed her eyes at the initial impact, but now that the car seemed frozen, for the moment, in place, she opened her eyes hesitantly in fear. Shaking like a leaf, she looked to her friends to see if they were okay, but felt the blood drain from her face at what she found.
Allison, who hadn't been wearing her seat belt, had been thrown forwards so hard into the window that it had busted, and she was now lying halfway out of the car, and on the hood of the small vehicle. Glass was protruding from neck and head, as her vacant eyes stared back at May forever frozen in a state of shock.
"ALLISON," May screamed, as tears poured from her eyes. She went to lean over to her body, however at the motion the car gave a sudden jerk. May froze in her spot, as she took a deep breath. She knew the car was dangerously close to falling off the bridge and into the churning water below.
Turning her head as carefully as she could to look back and see if Jamie was okay, she found the other girl knocked out with a gruesome head injury. However, at the angle May was in, she couldn't tell if she was breathing or not. However, May had a sinking feeling she wasn't just by her minimal view.
Sobbing, May tried to unbuckle her seatbelt so that she could try to climb back to the other girl, but the seatbelt wouldn't budge.
Cursing every deity she knew, she looked around for something that could help her get out of the strap. At the last moment she remembered Jamie had always kept a switchblade in compartment between the driver's and passenger's seats. Flipping it open as cautiously as she could, still scared that any moment the car would give way, and fall to the bottom of the lake beneath them, she began to search for the blade.
Finally, she gave a triumph cry, as her hands closed around the switchblade in the messy compartment. Quickly pulling it out, she unsheathed the blade, and began to quickly saw away at the belt the best she could, all the while the car continued to rock ominously around her.
Finally, after a few tedious moments, the belt came loose and she was finally able to slide out from underneath the other one. However, just as she was getting ready to climb to the back, the car gave a loud eerier and foreboding screeching sound, as it all the sudden shot forwards. Before May could grab at anything, the car had slipped off the bridge and began to fall through the air. Sending May of course falling back towards what was left of the windshield. She cried out in pain as her back made contact with the sharp glass, before she felt the impact of the car against the water that had been below the bridge. Immediately the car began to fill with the lake water, as May fought to move, and get to the driver's side door, so that she could get it open. However, when she reached it, she found that it wouldn't budge. By this point the car had fully submerged itself in the water, and she felt herself becoming weak as she ran out of air in her lungs.
Quickly changing her tactics, she thanked the lord that Jamie's car had an old-fashioned crank to open the window. Struggling to crank it open in the water, she felt relief when she finally had a large enough space squeeze out of.
However, as she went to force herself through the opening, her shoe somehow got tangled up in what was left of the seatbelt.
May went into pure panic mode, as she frantically tried to yank her foot free from the restraint, but it refused to budge. Through her hurried movements and panic stricken state, she knew she'd already lost way to much air, and if she didn't get to the surface soon she'd be done for.
Closing her eyes, she tried to calm herself, as she bent over and reached her hands out to untangle herself. Finally, after a few moments, she was able to get herself free, but by that point she knew it was too late, as her body instinctively went to take a breath at the lack of oxygen.
May's eyes widen, as she felt her body convulse, before her vision started to go black as the water filled up her lungs.
She was just so weak, and so tired, that she couldn't even force herself to swim to the surface that seemed farther and farther away every moment.
Images of her life began to flash before her eyes.
Playing in the snow covered yard with her mom and their basset hounds. Throwing snowballs, making snow angels, and sticking out their tongues to catch a snowflake.
Meeting Allison and Jamie for the first time when she'd moved and started at the new school. Their bright and kind faces, as they all stuck together to endure the first day of Middle school together.
Dancing in the rain with them, and their other friends as they felt their clothes hang off of them in a sopping wet mess.
Watching another storm rage on outside, as she snuggled up with Reece on the couch as they shared their first kiss.
Listening later to Reece say goodbye to her, as he drove off after delivering the news that he was ending things with her.
Her friends comforting her.
Meeting Dylan for the first time.
Her mom saying she loved her more than the world.
The night she shared with Reece, after reconnecting.
Then tonight, as she laughed with her friends, and enjoyed her 21st birthday.
Yes, every image of her life flashed before her eyes, as the storm above the water began to clear, and slowly the moon emerged from behind the clouds and shined down on the water below.
The last thing May saw as she closed her eyes for good, and gave into the darkness, was the moon's bright glow as it encased her entire being.
However, as many would assume that was it for the young May, it seemed another had greater plans for her death that night.
Slowly, May's body began to float to the surface as the bright moonlight encased her, and began to change her.
Her hair, that had once been a beautiful honey colored brown, began to disappear as a silvery, almost whitish pink color took its place. Her body began to change too; morphing from an adult back into a younger version of herself that she had known three years ago at the ripe age of eighteen. Her skin, which was already pale, seemed to become almost even paler than it had ever been, but seemed to glow with an other-wordly like hue.
May was changing, and as her body reached the surface of the water, she gave out a sudden gurgled cough as the water from her lungs slipped past her lips, and down the side of her face.
Suddenly, as the moon seemed to become even brighter, her eyes snapped open at the sudden blinding light. And instead of the cerulean blue that they had once been they had now transformed into a silvery pink (nearly a light fuchsia) instead.
Tiredly lifting her hand out to her eyes to block the bright light of the moon, she noticed in that moment that she was floating in the air.
Panicking, May began to struggle and at that the wind suddenly decided to pick up. Before she knew what was happening, the wind had encased her entire body and thrown her across the sky, and towards the gravely banks at the edge of the lake.
Screaming bloody murder, as she realized she was literally flying through the air, some kind of instinct inside of her told her to throw her arms out as a way to slow her descent. However, it didn't seem to do too much slowing, as she found herself crashing into the dirty shore below her.
Groaning at the impact, May spit out bits and pieces of dirt that had entered her mouth at the impact, and began to sluggishly pull herself up from the ground. As she sprawled her hands out on the ground beside her though, she felt her fingers brush something metal.
Snapping her eyes over to the object to see what it was, she found the moonbeam had returned, and was shining over it. Almost as if the moon was coaxing her to take the long metal rod lying next to her.
Hesitantly, she reached out and grasped the long staff, as she used it to lift her tired body from the ground. Grimacing, as her feet made contact with the rocks below, it was then that she noticed her shoes were gone, and she had lost both of them in the water. Barefoot, and weak, she limped over to the water's edge using the long metal rod that was significantly taller than her as a crutch to keep her upright.
However, as the moon shined bright over head, and she found herself by the water's edge, she was finally able to see her reflection staring back at her for the first time. Shrieking in fright from the new changes, she fell backwards on her butt, as she scuttled away from the water. Chest heaving slightly, as she tried to calm herself, she couldn't help feeling completely confused at what she'd seen.
That girl that had been staring back at her… that couldn't be her...could it?
After a moment of a few deep breaths though, she carefully inched back over to the water's edge and looked at her reflection again, as the one hand that wasn't holding onto the metal staff, began to trace itself along the side of her face.
"No...it can't...but how," she whispered in awe, as she took in her pinkish white silvery hair that looked eerily like the lightning bolt that had struck near their car earlier. She slowly took in her paler, almost flawless skin, save for the three freckles that stood in a triangle by the edge of her mouth. One her mother had so often said had been her birthmark since the day she was born. Seeing those freckles, she knew it had to be her, but she wasn't her though. This girl was younger. This girl looked like her when she was eighteen. Hell, even her breasts were very much smaller, and back to their original, and just barely, C cup they had been at the time. Her face was still rounded, but the younger features made it more defined and her jaw line seemed more pronounced, and less aged than it had been before.
Still dangling from her ears, her metal lightning bolt earrings swayed back and forth, but something seemed almost off about them, and she soon noticed why as for just a quick second they seemed to glow like lightning, and when they did, she felt her whole body tingling, before she felt a burst of power around her hand. Looking over, she screamed in fright as she noticed the long metal rod she had been holding now seemed to be glowing like lighting, and pulsing with electricity.
Dropping the staff in fear for her hand, she brought her hand to her chest anticipating pain, but instead, found it surprisingly painless instead. In fact, it almost felt good...like it was meant to feel that kind of power. Pulling her hand away, she examined it, taking note that her finger nails were the same color as her hair; however she couldn't remember for the life of her why? She had clearly remembered not painting them with nail polish in the longest time.
Not finding any injury done to her hand, she raised a curious brow and very tentatively reached back out for the staff that was no longer emitting any electricity or glowing for that matter. Hesitantly, she held her hand over the metal rod for a moment, still a little afraid of what would happen, but finally after gathering enough courage she reached out and wrapped her hand back around the staff.
However, nothing happened, and she sighed in relief, as she went to stand up again and used it to help haul herself up, but as she did the staff glowed again. Shocked, she stared in awe at it, before noticing something strange happening out of the corner of her eye. Looking down she found tiny little flowers beginning to sprout all around her.
Staring in awe, as a grin slowly lit up her face, she gripped the staff with both hands, and began to run across the shore backwards, as she drug the end of the staff across the ground. In its wake it left a trail of ever growing flowers. Different varieties even, as she giggled in amazement.
Coming to a stop, as she realized the moon glowing brightly above her, she looked up and smiled at it; as if thanking it for saving her life. She didn't really know why she would thank the moon for her life, but something inside of her just felt drawn to do so.
However, what she did not expect was for the moon to speak back to her.
"You're welcome my child. From this day forth you will be the spirit of April and May, of rain, storms, and the rebirth of the nature of spring. You're name will now forever be known as April Showers," the moon boomed through the night air towards her, as her brows knit in confusion.
"Wait, what? What do you mean spirit, and my name isn't April, it's May," May almost stuttered back, as she glared at the moon.
"No more is your old life. Move forward and begin anew April, or else suffer the loss and pain of what can no longer be," the moon whispered sadly back at her, as she growled and yelled back, "I don't understand. What are you talking about, and damn it my name is MAY!"
But she received no more words from the moon as the glow began to dissipate, and the clouds began to slowly cover it once again.
"No, don't you leave me here without anymore answers you asshole," she screamed at the sky, as the last visible part of the moon was slowly covered by the clouds. Growling in frustration, May screamed in anger, but all that did was make her head pound with pain. Closing her eyes, she tried to take a deep breath, but at the sound of sudden sirens, her eyes shot open again and looked for where the sound had came from.
That's when she noticed the bridge, and the bright red, white, and blue lights glowing on top of it, as a boat whizzed by her on the lake, heading towards...
How could she have forgotten!
Allison and Jamie.
The crash!
They were searching for them.
She had to let them know what happened, and that she was at least alive and okay.
She started to run across the shore, and up the hill towards the bridge, but as she did the wind blew past her, and threw her into the air. Screaming in fear, and partially in delight, it was in that moment she realized the wind was her friend and she could actually use it to fly.
Gently calling out to it, as if he were a real living person, she yelled, "Take me to them wind!"
And somehow, it obeyed her as she twisted through the air, and it shot her forwards toward the red, white, and blue lights on the bridge.
Reaching her destination, she prepared herself for landing, but seeing as she was still new to this, it was a little rough as she fell after her feet touched the ground.
She expected the people around her to stare in awe, or to scream in delight that she was alive, or hell, to even hear her fall, but not a soul noticed her as they frantically rushed around the place.
"Hey! Over here! I'm alright. I made it out," May called to the policeman standing nearby looking solemnly over the side of the bridge as divers jumped into the water.
"Hey! Did you hear me? I said..." but her sentence was cut off as she walked over to place her hand on the cop's shoulder, but found that it went right through him.
"W-what? H-how," she stuttered in horror, as she stared at her hand and back to the cop in fear. Dropping her staff, she reached both hands out this time as if that would do the trick, but once again they fell right through, and disappeared in a cloud of purple like smoke.
Tears began to cascade down her cheeks, as her breathing became erratic, while she tried to continuously get the man's attention, but every attempt was met with the same fate. However, as a voice spoke up from behind her telling the cop that the divers had just came back, saying they had found the car and at least two of the bodies, the man finally turned around. He looked right at her, and she felt a small bit of hope, before it was suddenly crushed as he walked right through her.
The pain that came from that movement was intense, and left a fleeting empty and numb feeling inside her, as she held her chest where the pain crushed against her heart.
Tears continued to fall from her eyes, and soon she was all out sobbing as she fell to her knees.
She now knew what the Man in the Moon meant when he said she was a spirit.
She hadn't survived.
She was dead.
And this was now her curse.
Reaching up to wipe her eyes, she leaned over to grab her staff as she overheard the other cop say to the other one, "The divers found their licenses and information. We're getting ready to contact their families now. However, we couldn't find the third body. The driver is still missing as of the moment. More than likely the body was swept away further down the river, so we're going to be spreading out the search for her. Hopefully we can find her for her parents."
May froze in place at hearing his words.
Not because he said her body was missing, but because they were going to contact the families.
Her family.
Her Mom.
Oh God, her Mom!
She had to get to her quickly. She had to figure out how to let her know she was alright. She just...she just had to be there for her.
Calling the wind to her aid again, she shot up into the air and flew in the direction of her hometown, and the hotel her mother worked at as a nightshift desk clerk.
Within no time, May was landing beside the sliding doors to the hotel, and as she walked forwards towards them, she was surprised when they slid open for her. Still a little shocked at the display, she forced herself to hurry inside to find her mom, and not dwell on that new discovery as of the moment.
However, when she found her, she wished she hadn't.
Obviously her mother hadn't heard the news yet, as she was currently grinning from ear to ear behind the desk, as she talked animatedly on the phone to someone; more than likely her sister. May's Aunt.
"I'm sure the girls are fine, Patty. For all we know they probably got a room at a hotel up there to ride out the night," May's mother reassured her paranoid Aunt. However, it seemed this time her paranoia was well called for.
May stared at her mother regretfully, as if willing her to see her. To put down her phone, and talk to her, but as her eyes made contact with May's she knew she couldn't see her, as they finally looked away, and she let out a hearty laugh.
"They're fine, Patty. Just relax, I'm...Hey, hold on a moment, I'm getting another call," May's mother said, as May's heart jumped into her throat realizing this was probably the moment her mother's world was about to come crashing down around her, and that smile that had been shining brightly on her face, was about to be replaced with a frown.
Pulling the phone away from her ears, she switched the call over to the new one, and pressed it back to her ears.
"Hello," she asked uncertainly, obviously not recognizing the number.
"Yes, this is she," she replied, as her face formed into one of confusion, before slowly her eyes widened in fear and sadness.
"W-what? N-no, that's...that's not possible," she choked, as she turned away from the desk, and went to head to the back office to probably avoid any guests' prying eyes.
Jumping up onto the counter and then over it, May went to follow her as her own heart broke at her mother's painful sobs that reached her ears.
"What do you mean you can't find her! How can she just disappear," May's mother yelled in both sadness and anger.
"BODY? She's not a body, she's my little girl DAMN IT," her mother screamed, as her form began to shake, and she literally had to hold on to the desk to stay upright.
"Yeah, I'm sure you are sorry, asshole," she growled back into the phone, before letting out a trembling heavy sigh, "Yes, yes you can reach me at this number again if you find anything."
With that the person on the other side said their goodbyes, and must have hung up, as she sat the phone down on the desk. Collapsing into the rolling chair, she began to sob uncontrollably, as May's own tears fell down her cheeks like a river. Walking over to her mother, and crouching down to be at her level, May whispered, "It's alright Momma, I'm right here. Please don't cry. I'm right here."
However her mother never heard her, and only continued to cry. May choked back one of her own sobs as she closed her eyes, and held on tightly to her staff.
"Please, please just let her see me," May begged, but when she opened her eyes, and reached out for her mother's hand, it merely fell right through her in a cloud of purple smoke.
If May's heart could break even more that night, then she was sure it would have been nothing but tiny dust particles, as she watched her mother sob over her only daughter's death.
Clenching her teeth, May stood up. Bringing her hand to her lips, she kissed it, before reaching out as if to place it on her mother's forehead as in a final goodbye gesture to her. She couldn't stay here, and watch her mother continue to break like this when she couldn't do anything for her. It was only going to break her more, and make things so much worse. However, when May touched her mother's forehead, she was surprised that instead of what she knew would happen, something else did.
No, she hadn't touched her, and no her mother still didn't see her, but instead a soft golden glow seemed to pulse over her mother as her tears and sobs seemed to suddenly began to cease. Then, her mother took a deep breath, and whispered, "I don't care what it takes, May. I will find you, dead or alive. I promise."
With her renewed courage, she picked up her phone and began dialing a number, but May never saw who as she stepped back in horror at whatever she had done.
What had just happened?
What did she just do?
"No! No Mom, you need to let me go! You aren't going to find me! Please don't stress yourself out," May yelled at her mother, but her words fell on deaf ears, and as May's horror grew, she turned tail and ran.
Back over the counter, out the sliding doors, and into the stormy night. When May finally did stop running, and her own sobs had died down, she looked up at the sky as the clouds parted once again to reveal the moon.
"What have you done to me? Why did you do this? This isn't fair! She's never going to let go, and it's going to hurt her even worse. YOU CAN'T DO THIS," May finally screamed, but all she received from the moon in reply was silence, and his soft glow raining down on her.
Gritting her teeth, and tightening her hold on her staff, her cold silvery fuchsia eyes met the moon in a bone chilling glare.
"Fine, you want me to be April Showers, then fine, I'll fucking be April Showers," May, or April as she was now known, growled out. With those final words she called the wind to her, and took to the skies. Once high enough, she pointed her staff to the heavens above, took a deep breath, and let all the energy she had been feeling from the moment she woke up course through her.
With a bright flash of lightning from her staff, the sky filled with black ominous clouds, as rain began to pour from them as if someone had broken through a damn. Lightning flashed all around April, only electrifying her powers more. With one final look at the Moon, as it sunk behind the dark clouds, she grinned.
"You made me this, now you suffer the consequences," April hissed, before flying off to wreck havoc on the world.
For she was now April Showers, and what better way to make her name known than to give the moon exactly what he wanted.
Storms, Rain, and Lightning.
At least, that had been her last thought that day. Now it had been two years, and as she flew over the rainforest in Brazil giving the natives their normal storms, she couldn't help grimacing at the anger she had had then. Anger than she still felt even till this day, if not albeit a little less now that she had come to bitter terms with everything.
Well mostly at least.
Landing on top of the peak of Pico da Neblina, she looked around the area to survey her handiwork in satisfaction.
With a nod of approval, she looked up to the sky, and yelled, "TAKE ME HOME WIND!"
With those words, the wind unceremoniously picked her back up again, and flew her in the direction of the place she now called home.
Whelp, I hope you really liked the first chapter of the introduction of my character April Showers. I promise Jack and the others will appear soon, but for the moment you need to get a feel for April, and who she is first. What I can promise is that Bunny will be in the next chapter so WOOHOO! In the meantime, I hope you really liked April, and her story so far.
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Until later though, Too-da-loo!