A/N : Hi Everyone! New story as you can see, it may seem intense but it's mostly...well not intense, just normal. As normal as a fanfic could be. the rest will be said at the ...Enjoy!
There was no question that William Frost was one of the best criminals there ever was, light on his feet, had the ability to kill a human being in a blink of an eye. His looks were as cold as his heart, freezing blue eyes and silvery-white hair, he was able to make every woman fall for him.
However, the only woman who managed to slightly crack his heart was Claressa Grace Anderson. He married her and not long after, they had a son, Jackson Overland Frost had the same traits as his father, but his face was somehow a little warmer. The way his smile was always warm, or the look he gave others, these were the little things he got from his mother.
Having shown the ability to continue what his father did, Jack was secretly trained by his father, but never to tell anyone. At the age of four Jack got a baby sister, Emma Elizabeth Frost. He loved her more than anything in this world, her warm brown eyes, soft brown hair, she was, is, and always will be his world.
But , like everything else, good times must come to an end. Claressa got sick, her body having been weak since the birth of Emma. Day by day she was getting closer to her death. Till it finally came, the point were Jack's whole world came tumbling down, her death, his sister's salty tears streaming down her cheeks while sobbing, his father hitting Emma after the funeral and blaming her for his wife's death. It was only then that Jack realized how dangerous his father could be when he was drunk.
Two years later, Jack was already acting older than his age. He always made sure that Emma was out of sight before his father came home from ' business ', taught her some ways of self defense and how to act in certain situations. He had to admit, for a ten year old, she was fast learner.
On one moonless night, Jack and Emma were planning to run away, deciding that it was too dangerous for them here. Their father always had 'friends' over. Although, they didn't seem like friends at all.
Unfortunately for them, those same friends decided visiting them on the same night of their escape plan, just in a different way.
If you were to look at the Frost's residence that night, you would have seen two dark figures entering the house. Moments later, gun shots could be heard, cutting through the silence of the night like a knife.
Jack had tried turning on the lights but the power was out. He heard a shout from a familiar masculine voice, his father's . He ran downstairs to look for him. Yes, that man abused his sister. Yes, he stole his childhood. Yes, he ruined his life.
But there was always something telling Jack that there was more to his father than this man, he just knew that the father he once had was still there.
Unfortunately, He was too late. The last thing he heard his father's weak voice say was " It was you...You killed her..."
Jack froze in horror when he saw his father's lifeless body laying on the floor. Dull, lifeless blue eyes, staring back at his vibrant, terrified once. His face stained with the crimson color of blood.
The teen would've ran to his father if it wasn't for the shimmer of the gun that caught his attention. He looked at it's holder, deathly pale skin, pitch black hair, gold-silver eyes. Jack wasn't able to see the other figure to know who he or she was but he knew that man. That was Kozmotis Pitchiner, one of the people his father used to have in the house a lot. The boy had always presumed that he was being trained by his father since he was somehow, in his late thirties perhaps.
Jack's eyes widened in fear when he saw that the gun was being loaded. He ran as fast as he could to get Emma and try to escape the house.
Once they were out of that terrible place, they ran as fast as they could while trying to avoid the flying bullets. As Jack was trying to protect Emma, he got shot in his right arm.
" AGHH! " Jack shouted, unable to keep silent, falling to his knees while his left hand flew to grab his bleeding arm.
" Quick! One of them is shot! " he heard a far away voice, but he soon heard footsteps coming closer.
Emma had more tears flooding out of her chocolate brown eyes while whispering his name. " Ah...It's...It's fine Em, C-Come on, we n-need to move f-faster " he said, standing up with her help to continue running.
After a few minutes they entered a forest. Jack was getting tired from the blood loss. They did stop for a moment but it seemed like these two men wanted them dead at any cost. While they were running across a frozen lake to get away faster, Emma happened to step on thin ice.
They both froze, then looked at each other both of their eyes reflecting one emotion, fear.
" J-Jack..." Emma whispered, her voice cracking
" Don't worry, Em. I'll...I'll get you out of here..." Jack reassured, he could no longer hear Kozmotis or his partner which was the first lucky thing to happen to them that night. He tried moving his injured arm but it hurt to much to do so. He looked at Emma again, the ice was still cracking under her. He then looked around for anything to help him, a stick maybe, but he found nothing. That left him with one option.
" O-Okay Em, just...just try walking towards me and I'll catch you if you fall..." he instructed. It didn't matter if his arm was hurt right now, all that mattered was his sister. He could see that she was hesitating. " I promise I will, don't you believe in Jack Frost? " he asked, trying to make her less tense while getting closer to her and still avoiding the thin ice.
" I-I do..." she murmured, giving him a small smile, making Jack smile back at achieving his goal. Emma started moving her feet. She heard a crack and let a small gasp escape her lips.
Jack was also looking at the cracking ice. " I'm right here, Em." he brought her attention back to him. She looked into his crystal blue eyes and took one step.
A new crack appeared.
Jack knew he had got to go fast.
Another step and with it another crack.
Emma was shaking now.
She took another step,but as luck was not by their side this night, she slipped.
In that moment, time seemed to slow down. The ice forming bigger cracks. Jack running in hopes of catching her in time. Her small body suddenly being pulled down.
Jack felt a piercing pain in his arm as he fell to his knees, he bit his bottom lip as not to scream and grab any attention. He opened his eyes, which he hadn't realized were closed, to see his left arm wrapped tightly on his sister's upper body, while she had both her arms wrapped around his neck for dear life.
She had the lower half of her body in the water. Jack breathed a sigh of relief, letting a small puff of smoke escape his pale lips. He quickly pulled her out, even though it was painful every time his right arm accidentally moved, and wasted no time in crawling to the thicker ice.
Although they probably weren't running for that long, Jack was exhausted even more because his arm was still bleeding and soaking his sleeves. It was only now that he was thankful to what his father taught him, and what he taught to his sister. It only became useful tonight.
He could try to hold on for some more time but he needed to make sure that Emma would get the medical attention she needs. He then remembered an orphanage close by whose owner always welcomed people who are in need.
" Emma can you walk? " He asked. She was visibly l shivering so he took off his jacket and ice-cap, and gave them to her, to which she gratefully took, having only her normal winter clothes and ear muffs. It didn't matter to her if the jacket was soaked with blood, she was too cold to care. It really was sheer luck that they were planing to run away that night. "If you can't then I can help you walk , we're going to the ophanage " her brother offered.
"N-No , I-I can w-walk ..." she told him, try keep her teeth from shattering.
Jack sighed tiredly and helped her slowly stand up, using his good arm. He was now sure that the both of them needed medical attention. Emma couldn't stand with balance and he knew that it would only take a while before he losses consciousness.
He didn't know how long it took to get there, all he knows is that it felt like ages. When they first started walking Emma was the one leaning on Jack. Now, it was mostly him, leaning on her.
He was so weak, he wanted to just give up, but his sister came first. He needed to make sure that she was safe first. " J-Jack , lo-look! " he heard Emma's small voice whisper, her gloved finger was pointing towards a building. It was the orphanage.
Jack breathed a sigh of relief as another puff of smoke escaped his lips in the coolness of the air. He smiled the first true smile in what seemed like the first time since his mother died. He could see Emma sharing the same smile. They knew it now, things may turn out fine, maybe not now, but soon enough.
"C-Come on, Em, " Jack murmured, trying and failing to walk faster. His body was ready to give up at any moment now, but he was sure he could keep struggling for a few more minutes. The feeling of hopefulness was also pushing him just to keep fighting.
When they finally reached the door, Emma knocked on it. They heard the sound of muffed footsteps coming from the other side. A few seconds later, a woman with tan skin and black hair in a pixie cut opened it.
Jack's vision was too blurry for him to make out anything other than her face."P-Please-" she looked at him, her eyes widening in fear and worry ." -Help u-us..." his voice cracked.
Then, Jack finally let his body give up, knowing that Emma was in good hands.
The sounds around him were muffed and fading. The last thing he heard was Emma shouting his name.
A/N: So? What did you think? Did you like it? Hate it? Tell me! Again not all of the story is like that. Please be patient with me.
Until The Next Update! :)
~WeirdJelsaFan
May The Fortress Be With You~
24th May 2015