So this is probably the last update I can post this week. I have dress rehearsal for my musical, which I'm staring in. Opening night is on Friday and I'm probably going to cry or throw up or both. -_-" Oh well!
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Jack's POV
I couldn't tell where I was anymore. I could feel the exhaustion settling into my bones as I began to drop in altitude. Soon, I was landing face first into a pile of fresh snow. As soft as my landing was, my head was a swirling vortex of pain and confusion. Memories were flashing in and out from behind my eyelids, and I couldn't differentiate between what had just happened and what had happened all those years ago. Fur and fists everywhere. Angry words and painful faces filled my sight.
Chest heaving, I drew my legs up, as if to make myself smaller. I tried to cry out, to let my pain out verbally, but there was nothing. I couldn't make a single sound, other than a pitiful mewling. The sweltering pain of my hot tears making tracks down the frost gathering on my cheeks distracted me, but just barely.
I tried to think back at what I did then to block the pain, to make me stop feeling. Slowly, I took a breath in and remembered. They flashed through my mind as if they were right there in front of me. Every last person my snow had killed, my frost had frozen, my powers had destroyed. I made a point to remember each and every one of them. I saw the little girl with long braided hair who had been killed when a carriage skidded on the ice, crushing her. She looked at me and began to cry.
She was replaced with a heavily pregnant woman with wispy blonde hair and tired eyes. She had lived alone, for her husband had been killed in some far off war. She was killed when she and the unborn baby had frozen after she ran out of fire wood. The worst came third. A small boy, no older then three, toddled into view. His tawny hair was sticking up in all directions due to the ice coating his whole being. He had fallen through the ice and drowned. I was right there, freezing the lake. Had he waited just a second longer the ice would have been thick enough…
As the memories of the people slain by my hands paraded through my head, I could feel my emotions turning themselves off again. It was my mistake to let then turn on, even just a little bit. After the list finished, I could still sense it. I could still feel that little part of my mind that refused to stop feeling. In frustration I began to craw at my face, pulling my hair and drawing blood, but I didn't care. I deserved it all. Reaching into my hoodie pocket, I expected to feel the cool handle of the same knife I've used every day without fail since my first encounter with the Easter Monster, but instead I feel nothing but soft fabric.
Panicked, I shot up from my fetal position onto my feet. I frantically searched around the snow by my feet, hoping it had fallen out just now but it I knew I wouldn't find it. Suddenly, I couldn't stand it anymore. Using my powers, I quickly made another knife. This one wasn't sculpted like the other one. This one was simply a shard of ice with one purpose, to make me stop feeling.
The cuts on my face began to sting horribly as my tears ran past them, making tracks in the drying blood. My face stretched into a horrifying grin and my eyes grew wide. With a mad frenzy, I brought the shard down. I wanted to stop feeling, to feel nothing but the pain. Slowly, I could feel each millimeter of ice slice through my skin, as though I was hyper aware of my skin. Again and again, I punished myself. Punished myself for hoping, for feeling, for admiring and loving that stupid, useless, pathetic, abusive rabbit-
Wait. The shard of bloodied ice, which had melted considerably with the hot red liquid, fell to the snow. I do NOT love that stupid rabbit…am I? I shook my head to rid me of the though, but realized what a bad idea that was a moment too late. As the world began to swim, I was able to take one last look at the sky and see the purple sunset just as it began to set.
Bunny POV
I took off right after the frost spirit, but I could track him as I would anything else. It's just a little bit hard to track the smell of snow in the North Pole. The events that had just unfurled seemed rippled in my head, as if in a dream that I said the wrong things, that I possible ruined any chance to make amends. As I run through a near bye forest, trying to pick up the sent of freshly fallen snow with a hint of cedar, I thought back to just went wrong.
I watched as the boy turned slowly, as if he was debating facing me and flying away as fast as we could. When he finally turned all the way around, his eyes were hard and cold, like a deadly winter storm.
"Well, Kangaroo, I'm sorry to hear that. But if you knew what it was like, why didn't you help" The boy –dear MiM he's still just a boy- dropped down to a whisper before taking off in a flurry of snow and tears. Something heavy fell to the ground as the blue clad figure retreated into the night. Suddenly I was taken back to a particular Easter morning about 50 years ago, when I found a folded piece of paper in the snow.
Now bending over, I found a knife, sculpted out of ice. The handle was beautifully and carefully decorated, the blade sharp. I dropped it in horror, letting it fall back to the ground and shatter. There on the edge of the knife, staining the ice deep into the center…
Was blood.
Tooth fluttered to my side as I tried to scramble backwards away from the shattered ice on the ground.
"H-he…and I c-couldn't…" not being able to finish a sentence, I was only able to be awoken from my stupor when North's large hand cuffed me across the snout.
"Get yourself together Bunnymund! Go after ze boy, now!" Without wasting another moment, I secured my pouch and opened a portal.
That was only about three hours ago. I reached into my pouch and felt a familiar piece of paper. Pulling it out, I re-read the now familiar words. A cold breeze tickled my nose, making it twitch with recognition. Bringing the paper closer to my nose, I caught whiff of the breeze again.
There he was.
It took almost an hour to run all the way to where the sent led me, and by this time the sun had completely set, leaving me in the dark. My eyesight was crippled, only able to see blobs and darkness. One thing I was able to see, however, was a white and blue figure surrounded in a ring of darkness. The wind was blowing against my back, washing out the sent, but when the wind stopped, my heart stopped as well.
The sent of blood was so pungent that I leaned on the nearest tree and retched, over and over until only bile would come up. Shakily, I made my way over to the limp figure, not having the strength to stand. I knelt next to the boy, not caring of the blood soaked into my fur. My paws seemed to large next to the boy, who seemed to have curled in on himself. I used those over sized paws to cradle the lad against my chest, trying hard not to drop him thanks how badly I was shaking.
The only sign of life within the young spirit's face was how his eyebrows scrunched up just a bit, as if trying to figure out a particularly tough problem, and the way his fingers curled ever so slightly into my fur. I tapped my foot twice, and it seemed to take forever for the portal to open under me. In a split second decision, I rushed to the one place I knew he would be safe.
The Warren.
Again, I have a very busy schedule for the next several days and won't have anytime to do anything so I apologize!
If you have ANY ideas on what direction I should go with this, please, please, please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me! Any suggestion will be useful. Whenever I get a suggestion, I try really hard to work it into the story, so any suggestion will most likely be seen in the next few chapters. Remember! I can't do this without you guys!
Until we meet again, dolls
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