Chapter Four! MWA HA HA HA HA! I might add some translations in here when Hekate speaks in a different language. Sorry for taking forever to update! I have to write it on my laptop, then send it to my computer, then make a new file, and then update!
Warning: Time skips, mentions of failed powers, mild swearing on Hekate's part, switch in POVs, etc.
Takes place right after Pitch died and Jamie gives Jack a death hug.
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3RD PERSON POV
Hekate casually strolled through the pathetic little town, holding one of her favorite hunting knives in between her fingers. She had made it herself, and it was workmanship to behold.
The handle was at least four inches long, and had some Ancient Runes she had seen about two hundred years ago carved into the black metal. The blade was wickedly sharp, and at least nine inches of stainless silver.
The red haired girl had other weapons on her, of course. A smaller knife was strapped to the outside of her left ankle, two were strapped on one thigh on the outer sides, and a metal staff was strapped to her back.
Nobody could see her, of course, or else they would look twice just to make sure they were seeing correctly.
She had a tight black t-shirt on that had sleeves just past her shoulders, black jean shorts that went mid-thigh, a silver breastplate over her shirt, black boots that reached her knees and had random zippers and silver buckles and strapped all over, a chunky silver belt, and leather fingerless gloves. Her black cloak from MiM was on, with her arms through the slits on the sides.
Basically she looked like some random street fighter mixed with runaway Shakespearian that the cops would pull over just to make sure she didn't have anything dangerous.
Her cherry red hair that was a few inches past her shoulder blades was pulled into a high ponytail.
She flicked her side bangs out of her eyes and scanned the crowd of pathetic mortals. All day, every day, she heard them complain about not being able to go to a friend's house, or that they didn't get something they wanted at a store.
She could feel the temperature rise with her foul mood and forced herself to calm down. It would be rather suspicious if some mortals randomly fried like bacon in the streets on a snow day.
She put a slim finger on her bottom lip in contemplation while fingering the dagger with her other hand. She had heard the rumors about Jack Frost. Was he real? She knew for a fact that Sandman was, because of his dream sand that appeared every night.
Of all the rumors out there, she just had to get filed into Greek Mythology.
Hekate was the immortal of fire! Not magic! Well . . . She could change her appearance between a five and twenty year old and make food appear. But that's it! Everything else has to do with fire!
"Never shoulda messed with those sculptures in Pompeii," she muttered to herself. "Now the idiotic mortals think I'm some kind of myth. And a myth from Greece!"
She stomped through the streets, the ice melting after her. Sometimes it would even evaporate.
She had one destination: Jamie's house.
Rumors fly fast. She had heard of this weird freak weather that had happened in the past few weeks. Giant black clouds, random flashes of light, snowing on supposedly sunny days, a kid that claimed the Guardians were protecting everything. Yadda, yadda, yadda. The point was: this kid believed in practically everything magical.
Maybe he could . . . Maybe for once in over 300 years she would get human interaction. Get someone who could see her.
She squashed her hopes down as soon as they came up. No need to get excited for something that hasn't happened yet.
"Jack," she heard a child say.
The smoky eyed girl froze in place.
Jack? Could that possibly mean . . .
The seventeen-looking immortal flicked her hood up to hide her bright hair, sheathed her knife, Tassos(3), and crept through the forest, mentally thanking herself for deciding to take the back road a few seconds ago so she wouldn't get so agitated with the human's petty complaints.
"Wow," she breathed.
The Big Four were there. Were right there.
Santa Clause, Sandman, Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy.
And a seventeen to eighteen year old boy with snow white hair, ice blue eyes, a ragged blue hoodie with frost on it, a gnarled staff in his hand, and brown pants.
Jack Frost . . .
The kids and the Guardians kept talking, and she strained her ears to get snippets of the conversation.
The children helped defeat Pitch? Impossible! She had heard rumors about Pitch, and she even slightly admired him. Okay, so she admired and envied anyone who could be seen or touched. So what?
They did a small ceremony and Jack took the vows to protect the children of the world. A scowl was etched onto her face.
She had heard that Jack was a free spirit - like her! She was never told he wanted to become a Guardian and get tied down to responsibilities!
Fine! He wanted to play that way? It was on! Welcome to the Dark Side, Jack. You are now against Hekate.
The Guardians climbed into the sleigh, and the cherry haired girl watched as Jack said something to the little brown haired boy - Jamie, she guessed - then climb into the sleigh and take off into the sky.
The four kids ran around with large grins on their faces and Hekate leaned against the tree.
The brown haired boy turned and look straight at her.
Tears pricked the back of her eyes.
Could he see her? Was he going to come over and ask who she was? Was he going to -
The boy turned away and started playing in the snow with his friends.
She made an annoyed sound in the back of her throat and kicked the tree. "Itu adalah kali terakhir saya mendapat harapan saya untuk apa-apa!(1)" She punched the tree and watched as the flames spread up it. "Persetan semua!"
She heard the terrified screams of the kids and mentally congratulated herself on making them scared.
Treacherous hot tears slid down her cheeks and melted the snow when they hit the ground.
"I was a fool," she said to herself, her English and Italian accent coming through.
She had been in Italy for a few months when she saw the news about the crazy boy. People were afraid the freak weather was going to affect them, but she knew what it was.
Thousands of miles for crushed hopes. Hey, what else is new?
With a firm snap of her fingers, the fire went out and the kids stared at the crispy tree in confusion.
"What was that?" a kid with glasses asked.
I don't know, dumb ass, she thought sarcastically. A snow-covered tree just randomly lit up like a candle before going out.
"I . . . Don't know," Jamie said, warily. "Maybe we should tell Jack."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. How would Frosty the Snowman help?
She threw her head back and let out a bitter laugh. How could she have been so stupid? Why would she think someone would eventually be able to see her? Heck, she would even take the Guardians right now!
The children shivered.
"Did you hear that?" a beefy girl asked.
"Yeah," Jamie said, looking around.
The cherry haired girl watched with amused eyes as the kids talked about what it could have been.
"Do you think it was Pitch?" a dark skinned boy asked.
"No," Jamie said. "It felt more . . ."
Ah, so he was the leader of the tiny group of vagabonds?
"More what, Jamie?" the kid with thick glasses asked.
Jamie looked around, like he was searching for someone, but his eyes skimmed over her every time.
"More lonely," Jamie summed up.
Hekate's temper skyrocketed and clumps of snow fell off the trees and melted into puddles before they even hit the ground. The ones around her evaporated.
The kids screamed in fear and the smoky eyed girl laughed as they scrambled around.
"JACK! HELP!" Jamie yelled.
The cherry haired girl chuckled slightly and shook her head in amusement. Doesn't he know that the Ice cube was far, far away? Heck, did the white haired boy even care about this child?"
"JAAAAAAAACK!" Jamie yelled as she lit up a tree.
Stupid, stupid boy. When will be get it through his head that the Fabulous Five (the newly-dubbed name she put on them) wouldn't come? Why wouldn't he give up? He's just going to-
"Jamie!"
The cherry haired girl's jaw dropped as the winter spirit flew over to the terrified little boy. Not a second later, Tooth, Sandy, Bunnymund, and North landed in his sleigh.
Well, this didn't exactly go as planned.
1: That is the last time I get my hopes up for anything!
2: Damn it all!
3: Black Reaper
Hello, hello, hello! Remember to vote on pairings! Um . . . Should I even pair Bunnymund up with someone? Suggestions? Anyone? Anyone?
FYI Hekate was speaking in Malay and Italian.
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