Thank you all for the support! This is all AMAZING!
You can tell why it's rated T with this chapter. I was a little grumpy today and felt the need to write this.
More notes at the end of the chapter!
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Chapter Four
"South, I told you to take me back to Burgess."
It was June 17th, 1855. Jack Frost had, stupidly, decided to go to Sebastopol, Crimea. During the summer.
Now, he hadn't meant to land there. But South had been quite grumpy that day, and decided that dropping him off in the middle of a war (in the summer), was a splendid idea. But, in his defense, he hadn't known that a bombing would take place that day.
Or that Jack would be in the middle of it.
"Look, South." Jack panted in the middle of a small town. Silence reigned where there should be none. "I know that you're used to this kinda weather, but I'll probably melt here. I'm sorry for yelling at you, so can you please take me back to Burgess?"
No.
"South!"
Nope. And with that, South had left.
"God dammit, South." He wiped sweat off his brow. He could feel a fever coming on. Then he took in his surroundings.
No one was outside. The sky was cloudless and filled with….
Planes.
Jack had had yet to discover such a machine in his adventures, so, unlike the people cowering inside their homes, he stared up at the metal things in wonder, eyes reflecting the early-morning sun.
But he knew what was coming out of the planes. He didn't stare up at those. Instead, he ran with all his might, screaming profanities.
"South! I swear to fucking God if you do not get your grumpy ass over here, I will haunt you from my grave!"
The first bomb made contact with a house, directly to Jack's left. He stumbled a bit from the after-blast, but couldn't help but feel horrible for the people that must've lived there.
They were landing all over the place, some near him, some not. He couldn't help but feel the presence of the Wind, attempting to hoist him up in the air.
Jack, I can't pick you up with all the blasts!
"North?"
There isn't enough power with just South and me! You need to get out of there, Jack!
He was thrown in the air, back aching from the blast. He hit the ground hard, feeling bones break from the impact.
"N-North…." He murmured, blackness clouding his vision.
Jack? What is it? Jack!
"G-Get East and W-West."
With that, the message was sent, and Jack was dead to the world.
Amelia, Sam, and Sasha had all taken a morning get-together, deciding to go see the scenery of the world. Well, they do that every day, but they hadn't gotten to go together with their busy schedules in, well….
Four centuries.
"This is nice." Amelia stated, spreading her arms out and letting the East play with her hair.
Sam laughed. "I haven't seen you this calm in forever. Must be our lucky day."
"Don't push it, Sam."
"Seriously," Sasha exclaimed, smiling. "I don't think I've ever properly brought spring to Ukraine. It's too hot!"
"I'm actually a little worried." Sam said. "I only come here when I need to."
"What, the bland mountains aren't beautiful enough for you?" Amelia huffed. "Shocker."
"Ha ha, very funny." He rolled his eyes. "But there's been a war going on here for a while—"
East, West! Get your asses over here! Right now!
All them shot forward at the accelerated pace they were brought to. The wind howled in their ears, nearly deafening them.
"What's wrong, East?" Sasha asked, yelling.
West answered for her. North and South need help with something down at Sebastopol.
Oh, shit! There's a bombing going on there!
"But the bombs can't hurt you guys, right?"
No, of course not! North screamed, sounding panicked. We need help picking him up out of the bombs' line of sight!
"Who would you need to pick up?" Sam asked.
South, you absolute idiot! Why would you leave him here? It's the middle of summer! He APOLOGIZED, stupid! Your grudge could get him killed!
He brought it on himself! If he hadn't told me what to do—
South, he's as grumpy as you right now. Of course he told you what to do. But the ONE TIME that he did, you left him IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT.
This is a town!
This is a town in the middle of the desert being bombed!
Well, it wasn't when I left him there.
Oh, my Moon, South. It is a desert. He is the opposite of the fucking desert.
We're here! East screeched, surprised at what had happened. South, you idiot! What were you thinking?
IT WASN'T BEING BOMBED!
That is no excuse!
Yeah, sorry man, I'm gonna side with the ladies on this one. He is the embodiment of winter.
"JACK!" Amelia screamed, forcing West downward into the action.
"Amelia, what are you thinking!" Sam shouted, worried for his sister. "He's right in the middle of it all!"
East, help her! Get down here!
With that, they all helped to hoist the burned boy up. His chest was lumpy, his back was burned (those are third degree, South!), and his face was flushed with the evident and expected fever.
"What was he doing near here?" Sasha asked as she supported slumped form.
He said he wanted to see the scenery! South screamed, panicked. If he had eyes, they'd be bulging out of his head. So I brought him here!
He probably meant Greenland, idiot!
So? He didn't argue with this! The air was cold!
"And then you just dropped him off here?" Amelia said, incredulous.
He yelled at me!
South, you always fucking yell! He was probably tired! You know he never sleeps well!
No, I didn't know that!
Well, you should!
Sorry for disappointing you! I thought that was how he always is!
South, this is Jack we're talking about. He doesn't know the meaning of "rude".
North, you know you're the one always with him.
Yeah, well, that's because I don't DROP HIM OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF A DESERT!
Just get over it already!
"Guys, calm the hell down." Sam, being the strongest, was holding Jack's small form. "We need to get him somewhere so we can heal him properly."
"That fever isn't gonna die down immediately." Sasha added, worried. "And we can't take care of him without Mother knowing. I mean, she doesn't even want us near him."
"So?" Amelia said, staring at her. "You don't strike me as the type to just leave someone to die, sis."
"He's our brother." She stared ahead, eyes cold. "I don't give a shit what Mother says. I'm not letting him become… It."
The procedure went as planned. They healed the burns on his back, since he wouldn't be able to do so on his own, and wrapped his broken ribs. The only thing left was the fever.
"How are we supposed to bring it down?" Sam said, backing away to assure he wasn't the one causing it.
"I don't know." Amelia responded, worried. They had made camp in a damp cave. Jack was as far away from the fire as he could get. "North and I won't be cold enough to induce the amount of cold needed."
"You don't think he could sweat it out?" Sasha asked.
"No, believe me—he wouldn't be able to. He's probably never sweated in his immortal life, and when he does… it's not good. If anything, it's probably him melting."
"Shit."
Jack began coughing, his body shaking horribly. Amelia rubbed his back as North and East whispered gentle words into his ears. But the coughing wouldn't stop.
"Amelia, are you sure you wrapped his ribs right?" Sam asked, staring at something on Jack's face.
"What?" she looked at him, then back at Jack. "Of course I—oh, fuck!"
Sasha was fumbling with the bandages. "It freaking pierced something!" blood was dribbling down his chin. "I can't tell what, though! I don't have x-ray vision!"
Jack had long ago stopped coughing, but they would have preferred that to his eerily still form. The only thing that let them know he was alive was the blood coming from his mouth.
It's his lung! It's his right lung!
"South?" Amelia asked as she checked Jack's pulse. "Are you sure?"
Yes! You need to focus your energy on that area!
"Alright, calm down, South." Sam said as he, Sasha and Amelia placed their hands on the area and let out streams of light. Red, yellow, and pink came from the spirits.
Everything was still. They stared in anticipation.
He heaved a breath. Then another. Another.
"Oh, God, Jack." Amelia laughed, leaning back and smiling. "You just don't know how to stay out of trouble, do you?"
The glowing man flew as fast as he could. A sparkling trail followed him in suit.
He realized that no one else had gotten the letter, and that, in fact, Manny had been trying to prevent this exact piece of knowledge from seeping into the spiritual world.
Well, he'd failed.
And God, Sandy was happy for it.
Ok, look. I wanna explain.
Sandy is the one who got the note. I was considering making it Nightlight, but I don't have enough background information (and yes, I did look him up) and knowledge to display him correctly in the story. But thank you for the suggestion!
Actually, after I had wrote the last chapter, I had wanted it to be Bunny... but Bunny doesn't glow XD. So Sandy was the only one left, and I like Sandy; we get along. And he fits the role perfectly!
The bombing of Sebastopol, Crimea actually happened! I just don't have details, so I assumed that there were planes, although I might be wrong...
I'm starting to think this is an AU. Can someone tell me if it is? Because there's gonna be a completely different battle. Like, everything's gonna be different. Remember, I'm actually still new to the terms in the fanfiction world, so I'm gonna need help :/
BUT AGAIN, THANK YOU SO MUCH! YOU'RE ALL SO FREAKING AWESOME!
Love you all!
Mini
