Chapter four
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It was morning at the north pole; sunlight crept through the cracks of a certain spirit's room and highlighted the many icicles that hung on the blue ceiling. This went unnoticed by Jack.
He was still in the same corner he put himself over eight hours ago, in the same position, with the same expression written across his face.
The expression?
Fear.
Horrible thoughts filled the spirit's head, and had stayed there all night, now morning.
And Jack hadn't slept, fearing the nightmares that might come.
"Jack?" North's voice echoed from downstairs, but no sound was heard for the spirit.
The spirit moved a little, and leant his head against the wall.
You can't tell.
"Why can't I?" he muttered, ignoring the fact that this voice was coming from his head.
The blood will be on YOUR hands.
"Shut up..."
You will kill them all.
"No..."
All your fault.
"Shut up!" Jack cried, desperately.
The blood will be on YOUR hands.
Jack cried out and clamped his hands over his ears.
"Jack?" North's voice said again, and Jack didn't answer. He stood up quickly, grabbed his staff (which was lying next to him) and flew out of the open window.
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"Jack, wake up!" North said, and pushed Jack's bedroom door open gently. Only to find no one inside. He shut the door again and climbed back down the stairs.
"I need to tell Jack to stop wondering off!" the guardian cried, bursting into the globe room.
"When is guardian meeting?" he cried to a nearby yeti. The yeti yelled something back. North nodded, and looked over at the clock. If it was 9 o'clock now, then he had three hours to sort the elves out before the meeting, which were trying to steal the cookies.
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The wind knew something was wrong with Jack, and tried to find out. It started by ruffling his hair to let the spirit know that it was there, and was listening. Unusually, though, the winter teen didn't react how he usually would, and this made the wind more worried. So, it tried to take Jack back to the pole.
"No!" Jack screamed out, when he realised what was happening, "No!"
Jack stopped in mid air, and looked over to the workshop, which he could see slightly in the distance. A small blizzard began to stir around the spirit, growing larger by the second.
"Please..." he muttered, "take me anywhere but there..."
So the wind gave up and let the spirit go where he wanted.
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Three hours later...
Jack stood in the middle of lake Burgess, occasionally thickening the ice he was standing on.
I can't make it obvious, he thought and switched the hand je was holding his hand. He rubbed his eyes and looked to the sky, catching sight of the northern lights cutting through the sky.
"Great..." Jack muttered. He was going to have to face the guardians, and act like nothing was going on.
They won't notice.
Jack ignored the voice and paced on the ice, thinking of what he should do.
You can't tell.
Jack flew off, reluctantly heading for the north pole again. Though, how he was going to stay awake in the meeting he didn't know.
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Bunny was in front of the fire, warming his feet. He glanced at the told grandfather clock and rolled his eyes.
"Frostbite's late." The pooka announced angrily.
"He won't be long..." Tooth said and looked out the window. Bunny saw this and sighed.
"Look, Shelia- he's late for a meetin', stop gettin' yourself worked up!" he said. Sandy nodded and gestured her to sit.
"He's coming!" Tooth said suddenly, and one of her baby tooth fainted, and fell to the ground. Jack came flying through the open window with a small smile on his face.
"Sorry..." the spirit said, not looking at any of them in the eye. Instead, he was staring on the floor, and frost was spreading from his feet. North smiled and sat on a comfy armchair.
"Is fine, Jack- you are here now!" the guardian said, and gestured for the spirit to take a seat. Jack flew over to the seat furthest away from the fire, and Bunny shivered.
"Bloody wind..." he said and started to paint the egg he was holding. Jack ignored the comment and focused on not falling asleep. Maybe, he could get through this.
"Okay! As you've all seen, elves are on strike again..."
Jack zoned out the conversation unintentionally, and started to tap his fingers against the soft material.
You're useless.
"Shut up..." Jack muttered very quietly. Not now.
Jack had only experienced this once before, when he had just caused a accidental snow storm in a town. It lasted for three days, and had killed so many innocent people.
That's when Jack started hearing voices.
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Flashback
Jack was sat in the middle of the storm, sobbing quietly. He had killed innocent people...they didn't deserve to die...
Look what you've done.
"Hello?" Jack said before realizing.
The voices were in his head.
Murderer.
"No!" the spirit cried and clamped his hands over his ears desperately.
That's when he heard them.
The screams of children and adults, crying out.
"Where are you?"
"Someone help me!"
"Mommy! Wake up!"
"WHERE'S MY SON?!"
"Help..."
"No! I'm sorry!" Jack screamed, but the calls kept coming...
End of flashback
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Don't tell.
Jack suppressed a whimper, and slowly drew his knees in. No! Jack untucked them again. He had to act like nothing was happening.
But...Sandy might be able to help...
Do you want to be a murderer?
Jack shook his head, and decided to stay silent.
"What about you, Jack?" said North, turning to him.
Jack snapped out of his trace.
"Huh?" he said before realizing. "Errr...no- everything's fine..."
This seemed to satisfy the guardian, because he turned back to the other guardians. However, the sandman, stayed and watched the winter teen carefully. He had noticed his lack of noise and pranks, and he had grown quite concerned. Sandy decided to speak to him after the meeting.
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The meeting ended, and all guardians left, apart from Sandy. Instead of leaving straight away like he usually did, the sandman went over to Jack, who was dosing off on the sofa. He poked the spirit to get his attention, which succeeded.
"What's wrong?" Sandy signed. Jack's eyes widened.
Ta da!
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