(Jack's POV)
The world I lived in wasn't always black and white, even though that black and white were the majority of the color. The only other color you could find was gray, and that was if you were lucky. But there was something that made me stand out from everyone else. I had color. I had white, and sometimes silver depending on the lighting, hair that reached for the moon. I had a blue hoodie that was decorated with white snowflakes on the top and along the edges of my sleeves. I also wore tight brown jeans that ran down to the middle of my shin. Sometimes, I would believe that the pants were trying to choke me to death.
I didn't have any friends, and I was surprised that I had kept my sanity. For the longest time, I had gone to school with my friends. But my adopted parents, St. North, Toothania (Or Crazy Tooth as I had called her before I could say her name properly), Sanderson (Or Sandman because of his crazy sand sculptures), and E. Aster Bunnymund (Kangeroo, as I would tease him) would always put make up on me to hide my color. They would try and comfort me and say that color wasn't a bad thing, they also said that nobody could find out.
Popularity and fitting in were never a problem for me. In fact, I was the most crushed on athletic person in school. I could bring girls to my feet, if I had wanted to. But with popularity came a price. No true friends. That was until I met Merida and Hiccup. Merida and Hiccup had been friends when they moved in. Merida had crazy curly hair (Giving me a good reason to call her Bedhead) and Hiccup was a scrawny little fellow. We became friends, soon becoming best friends.
But one day, out on the court, when Merida was shooting a basket. I had jumped to block it and the ball rubbed a bit of my hand make up off. Even before I shoved it in my pocket, Pitch saw. Pitch was the school bully and would not let anyone go without poking fun at their fears. He didn't appear as a bully, with his tall slender build. But anyone who underestimated him would get it.
And when he saw my hand that very day, he didn't poke at my fears. He didn't bully me like I had expected. He called the police. When Pitch had proved that I was colorful, they had shoved me in their car like I wasn't even a person and drove off. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to my two best friends. And that was the last time I saw my best friends Merida and Hiccup. And I didn't see my family again.
I was now stuck in a jail cell about as big as the average walk-in closet. I had gotten used to the small space, though not comfortable. It never was comfortable. What person would be? Oh wait, I wasn't a person because I was colorful. They would do daily scans on me to try and figure out why I had color. I had been here for a year now, my last year in school being my junior.
The only thing in my entire black and white world that even remotely made me happy was Rapunzel. She was one of the nurses, but she was about sixteen. An assistant, they told each other. Because they never spoke to me. Except for her. She would at least treat me like I was a human being.
But today, I was going to ask something that I had been gathering the courage for the past few days to ask. It made me glow inside to think that there was a possibility for me to actually have a conversation with someone that I knew.
"Um, sir," I spoke quietly to the guard outside my door. He was a tall man with darker skin, shades, and a tuxedo that made him look like someone from Men in Black. He had lighter hair that was shaved in a buzz cut.
"What?" The guard grunted, not really caring to talk to me. I bit my lip. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. No! I scolded myself, You aren't going to let this slip through your fingers.
"M-May I use the phone and call two of my f-friends?" I asked, hope sitting heavily in my voice. The guard raised an eyebrow and turned so that he faced me. At first I thought he was going to flat out deny me, but what I saw him do surprised me. He opened the door. I closed my eyes and listened to the usual squeak of the door that represented my captivity. I opened my eyes and followed the buff man towards a phone. It was hooked up to the wall, so it wouldn't allow me to go anywhere. And even if I did try to make a run for it, I wouldn't be able to slip past the guard.
I dialed the number on the phone that I had memorized so many times in my head before lifting the phone to my ear. It rang. Rang. Rang. Then finally, a voice answered.
"Hello?" The female voice answered, her Scottish accent weighing down on her voice.
"Merida?" I asked hopefully. The other end of the phone was silent for a long minute. I hoped she wouldn't hang up, and I thanked the moon that she didn't.
"Frost? Es thot ya?" She said, her voice trembling a little.
"Yes! It is!" I said, a tear streaming down my pale face. I could hear a sob coming from the other end of the phone.
"Ya don't know how hoppy ah am ta hear from ya!" She shouted into the phone, almost deafening me. I didn't care how loud her voice was, all that mattered was that I was finally getting to talk with her.
"You're right, I don't," I teased. She laughed, snorting at the end.
"Jack, where are ye? Where did they take ya?" The guard slapped me on the side of the shoulder, warning me not to tell her.
"They are keeping me in captivity," I responded sadly. The end of the phone was silent once again, but it wasn't a surprised silence. It was the miserable silence that hung in the air like dead fish in water.
"Ah am sorry, Frost."
"What for?"
"Shooting thot boll. If ah hodn't shot thot boll, then ya wouldn't be stuck en there."
"I would have been caught eventually," I comforted, "It was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." She blames herself for my capture?
"Jack, thonk ya. F-For everythin'."
"No problem. I better go, I still need to talk to Hiccup."
"Oh hem? He es right here. Let meh hond ya over ta hem." After about a moment of waiting, the voice he hoped for spoke.
"Jack?"
"Hey, Haddock."
"Is it really you? What happened to you?"
"Captivity," I said with a sigh.
"Must be miserable," Hiccup responded, the same sadness woven in his voice.
"They don't treat me like a human. They treat me... like Toothless before you befriended him." Toothless was Hiccup's cat. He was a nightfury, the only one of his kind. Just like me, only one of my kind.
"I am sorry to hear that," Haddock responded with a mournful tone, "And speaking of Toothless, I swear he looked around for you for a week." I chuckled.
"And he wasn't that fond of me either," I said with a weak smile.
"Jack, we miss you." The comment took me by surprise, though I knew it was true. I sighed, sadness twisting my stomach.
"I miss you, too," I responded.
"You will always be our best friend."
"I know. Same for you."
"Just... don't go insane. Well, any more than you already are."
"I won't," I whispered, "I promise. I think I gotta go." I only said that because the guard slapped me in the back of the head.
"Okay. Just know that we love you and don't let them push you around too much."
"Okay. I love you too," Were the last words before I hung up. Then a firm grip was placed on my arm. All I could stare at was the phone as I was dragged away. You will always be our best friend. Even when I was colorful?
We arrived at the cell, and once more I found myself staring at the bars. The stupid black and white bars. They were scared of different. It wasn't like I had super powers. It wasn't like I did anything wrong. But yet I was trapped. The world was against me. Except for three, wonderful people. Merida, Hiccup, and Rapunzel.
I sat down on the hard, stone cold bed. I tucked myself under the paper thin sheet with holes in it. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the lumpy pillow. I hadn't felt a soft bed in a long time. But tonight I had something that I didn't all those other nights. Happiness. It wasn't the overwhelming happiness that I would have if I saw them in person, but it was still happiness. Jack, thonk ya. For everythin'. The words floated around in my head like snowflakes in the air. Slow and peaceful. With that thought, I drifted into a slumber.