The Frost Rush
Chapter 3: Scram
Jack never felt as sleepy as before the blizzard occurred. It only had been a few minutes after he took shelter inside the cabin, so he figured that he should explore cabin and get to know the place since he was starting to get bored out of his mind. He reminded himself not to touch any of the things that belonged to the person who left this place.
The first thing that he checked out was the stove. He checked the fire and found out that it was burning down. He saw that there were firewood next to the stove and placed at least four pieces of timber in the stove. He blew and blew until the flames were ablaze once again.
He sighed at pleasure from the warmth. Well, once he began to sweat (unbelievably) he remembered that he was still wearing his coat so he took it off, exposing his thin built just underneath his long-sleeved shirt. He let his coat rest from the table and pulled a chair and he sat at the stove's front.
Abbie – as Jack named it – barked around him before resting at the side of his feet. Jack smiled down at it as he petted the dog, comfortable as it fell asleep. Jack couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
Despite the comfortableness he was experiencing, Jack felt something was weird. He would glance behind him, because he felt like he was being watched or something. The loud whistling outside was making the atmosphere sinister by the second. Now, the comfortableness was gone.
"Being alone is scarier than I thought." Jack muttered. He stood up and was careful not to wake Abbie up.
He noticed that the papers scattered in the table were all faced upside down. Jack could tell that there were illustrations in all of it. He rested his hands on the table as he examined the papers before deciding to flip one of it.
It was a wanted poster of a man named Aster Edmund, also known as 'Bunnymund'. The description in the poster said that his age was somewhere in the mid-thirties, his height was six-foot one, and he was an Australian national. The depiction that caught Jack's eye was that this Aster person's body was tattered with strange tattoos.
Not only that, the man was strangely familiar to him, like he had seen this man before.
Jack heard the door of the unknown room slam shut and when his gaze turned towards the noise, his eyes grew wide.
"Hello, mate." Aster said in a scowl.
Jack tried to respond, but his eyes still couldn't believe it. He was all alone with a wanted criminal, and his body was on edge and he instinctively backed away.
The man noticed his state and smirked. "Why so nervous, huh?"
There was only one thing that Jack managed to respond. "Uh… How long were you waiting in that room?"
"The moment you tapped on the glass outside."
"…Ah."
"But enough of this," Aster sat in the bed near to him. "Why are you here in my cabin?"
"Well, there's this huge blizzard outside and I need a place to say." Jack replied meekly.
"Really now? You sure that's the only reason you're here?"
"What are you talking about?" Jack asked, confused at Aster's words.
"Oh come on now, be honest with me kid." Aster stood up and glared at him. "You're after my head, aren't ya?"
Jack was baffled. "What? Are you saying that I'm here because I'm taking you in?"
"Obviously." said Aster. "Look, I'm in no mood to hurt someone right now. Since you're just a kid, I'm letting you off the hook. Now get lost."
"I'm not here to hunt you down!" Jack exclaimed. "This is the first time I've ever heard of you! Most of all, how the hell can I take down a guy twice-no-thrice my size?! I know my limits!"
"Right… That's what they all say before they find their skulls dented. Last chance mate, get out."
"But there's a blizzard!"
"I don't care! Either I kill you or the blizzard will! You have more chance of surviving in the latter, mate." Aster offered Jack threateningly.
Jack stood his ground as he stared back at the man before him. True, he would never win at a fight with this guy talking him over it was not an option. Aster was stubborn, and liked to turn things his way it seemed.
He sighed. "Fine."
Aster smirked. "Good, now here's your bag, coat and move along."
Aster threw his things and he caught it in midair as he glared at the sneering criminal. Jack's fear and inferiority to this man suddenly changed to anger and annoyance. Yeah, Aster was probably the most annoying person Jack had ever met in his life.
He walked to the door and glared at Aster one last time. "I hope this cabin crumbles so you can die."
"Looking forward to it." Aster responded sarcastically.
As Jack opened the door, the first thing that hit him was the strong breeze that sent him rolling backwards before he hit the wall very hard.
"Okay. OW!"
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Aster demanded. He too walked to the door and held it open. "Go on!"
Jack struggled to stand up. It was hard to advance forward if there's a wind greeting you at about 50 miles an hour after all. He began walking, but he barely moved an inch. He found himself walking in the same spot.
Jack couldn't take the force and chill as he stepped out, brushing off the snow covering his face. "I can't go out. The storm is too strong."
"You're just trying not hard enough on purpose, you daggin bloke!" Aster cursed.
"YOU do it!"
Aster grabbed Jack by the collar and pushed him back in the wind. "You better do it this time!"
He was hit with same results. Jack barely moved an inch while snow and frosty winds hit his face. Jack stepped out again. "I'm telling you, it's hard!"
Aster growled. "Oh bloody hell!" He gripped at Jack's shoulders, making the man bark in pain.
"What the hell?!" Jack was pushed forward and out the door. Aster felt like he was slipping in the icy floor as he grabbed the door knobs to maintain his balance. Finally, Aster managed to close the door.
"That ought a keep him out."
"Don't be so sure…"
"What the-?" Aster glanced back and the white haired teen was still inside, lying flat on his back,
"How did you-? I pushed you out the cabin!" Aster seethed.
"It's not my fault the wind pushed me back inside." Jack groaned, rubbing his sore back from all the crashing. "You aren't exactly the brightest person in the room. No wonder you're a criminal."
Aster growled as he stomped towards Jack. "Come here you skinny, pale rat bag-!" He raised his fist and was about to hit Jack when he heard a loud bellow outside. "What the bloody hell was that?" he wondered.
"Not me, obviously." The white haired teen shrugged.
The screams, almost monstrously loud, grew louder and nearer. Aster and Jack glanced at the door before looking at each other, and both men had a bad feeling and that they should move out of the way.
The door immediately opened, and there came a gigantic creature covered in snow screaming as it barreled its way towards them.
The two thought that they should have moved out as they held each other, screaming in fright before the thing crashed and pinned them down.
Author's Note!
Just an update. Nothing special here.
Got a writers block on all my stories, so this Chapter might be on the bad side. I just forced myself to work so I could update at least one.
Oh well, let me guys know what you think! LUMINOUS FADING AWAY...
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