A/N: wow everyone thank you for following and reviewing my fanfiction! Plus one self-esteem.
Warning: there is some bloodshed in this chapter
Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians or any of its characters
Chapter Two
Pitch threw the remains of Jack's staff on the ground. Jack was still caught in the hunter's trap and all he could do was watch his precious staff being thrown away by his greatest enemy.
"When I get down from here-"
Pitch scoffed at the helpless guardian.
"But you won't until that rope is cut. Lucky for you, I have a little fearling to help you with that."
Black sand swirled around until is form the shape of a large black bear. Its red eyes glared with Jack's sliver blueish eyes full of fear. Jack squirmed trying to untie the rope but the frost on it was melting and his fingers kept slipping. Pitch unleashed the bear and it roared with rage as it swung at Jack.
The winter spirit shielded his face with his right arm as claws like knives slit though his sleeve and skin. He gasped in pain and squeezed his eyes shut.
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Jack yelped snapping open his eyes to find himself crouching by a tree. It was just a dream. He was panting and sweating with his head filled with adrenaline. Inches away his staff rested on the ground in one piece. There was no hunter's trap entangled around his ankle, no Pitch, no fearling, but on his right arm was a large red gash that went from his wrist to his mid shoulder with blood spewing from it.
His hoodie sleeve was shredded and stained with fresh blood. Every move of his arm caused a sharp pain to burst through his arm as if it was on fire.
Wounded and dizzy from all the blood he was losing, Jack groaned in pain and fell to his knees. He didn't notice little patches of black sand slowly seeping into the ground around him as the white snow turned a deep red.
The agony raging on in his arm kept Jack awake as he slowly trudged through the forest. He wrapped his hoodie around his arm to stop some of the bleeding. Its blue fabric turned to a dark brown and the frost had melted off.
Jack dragged his staff behind him. He moved through the forest for a few minutes before spotting the hunter's cabin he had passed hours ago. Getting close to the window, Jack looked inside to see no one inside. His weak breath formed frost on the glass but he ignored it and moved to the door. Nobody saw the wind blow open the wooden door and nobody saw it close.
There wasn't anyone around to hear someone rummaging through a medical kit, and nobody saw Jack tightly wrap bandages around his damaged limb.
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Jack was now back at the frozen lake. The bleeding almost stopped completely but it still showed through a tiny bit. Knowing his hoodie was ruined, Jack buried it in the snow. He'd miss that hoodie. He's had it for a majority of his long and lonely life. Come to think of it, Jack doesn't remember where he got it in the first place.
Frowning, Jack moved his woozy and paler than usual body to a hidden log. He reached in with his good arm and pulled out a pieced of folded brown fabric. Jack unfolded it and slipped it on. It was the shawl he woke up in. Jack knew his shirt was stowed away somewhere else but he realized there was a green light shining over him.
"You have got to be kidding me."
How long has the Northern Lights been in the sky? Jack had completely forgotten the guardians where having a meeting today like they did every few months to checkup it on things that were happening. Before Jack was a guardian some of the meetings where about the trouble he caused. Jack knew this because he would eavesdrop on them sometimes until Phil threw him out.
Jack had skipped the last meeting so he had to go to the one today.
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"I told you Frostbite wouldn't show up."
All of the guardians were gathered in North's workshop. They were supposed to start the meeting half an hour ago but they were still missing their youngest member, Jack Frost.
"I'm sure Jack has a good reason to being late this time." Tooth said. She was a bit annoyed Jack was late again but he wasn't usually this late. It was usually about ten minutes before he would come flying through the window but not this time.
Sandy formed images of Jack getting caught in a small storm above his head. "No he wouldn't be in a storm. Mother Nature makes sure to keep the skies clear when we met." North responded.
Bunnymund glanced at the clock tapping his foot impatiently.
"9:45 pm and Frostbite still hasn't shown his face."
Bunnymund had eggs to design and new eggs to paint but instead he was waiting for an immature teenager to waltz through the window.
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Jack lazily rode the winds to North's workshop. Now he remembered why he abandoned his shawl. That thing was not good for flying in at all.
There was some frost on his bandaged arm and the hood on his shawl was pulled over his head.
Jack could see the light ahead of him and the guardians waiting inside for him. The lack of sleep made his vision a bit cloudy and he was drifting off until he slammed into the hard window grunting.
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The four guardians jumped in surprise when Jack's body slammed against the closed window. "Ah I knew I was forgetting something. Sorry Jack.'" North apologized unlocking the window for Jack to enter through.
Jack flew back up and tried entering through the window again but he failed as he just bumped his head on the window sill. He shook his head as he finally flew through the large open window.
"Hey I'm here now. Sorry I'm late."
"Bout time you showed up mate."
Bunnymund rolled his eyes as Jack hastily made his way over to them. Jack hid his arm under his brown shawl and kept his gaze down so nobody would see his face. The guardian of fun blinked the returning sleep from his eyes trying to stay conscious.
North moved to the center of the room.
"So now that all of us are here, let's get to business."