Chapter Three

Dear Mr. Boogeyman,

No letter? Really? But maybe I haven't been writing enough to give you a reason to reply so I'll try a little harder this time. My plane arrived in Russia last night. But why the hell is it Russia? I don't understand a bloody word these people speak. And the directions the pretty flight attendant gave me aren't very clear. So I just found myself a hotel to stay in for a couple of days. I guess I'll have to figure out something. I have at least a week to get things sorted, right? It's really weird to think that you're arranging all this. It's still quite radge to me. Why are you sending me? Some slag like me. I know I already asked you that but you haven't replied so I'm asking you again. I'm not very educated and won't be much good to some ace security agency. What's it like anyway? I'm assuming you know a lot about this agency since you are the one sending me. Are there a lot of people coming to this place trying to be apart of this Guardianship? And how the hell do they know to get here without any help? Do they get it from college? Dosh? You can see I don't really know much about these things. So do tell all. I have plenty of time you know. Ah wait a moment I think that's my food.

Okay, I'm back. I ordered some take-out since I was getting peckish. It smells all right so I'm guessing it'll be good. Now back to the letter. Um, where was I? Oh right. Tell me about the Guardianship so I can know what to expect. I don't want to look like a complete plonker, okay? So could you be so kind as to send me something about the Guardianship? It's bad enough looking like a plonker to these Russian people but can you imagine how bad it'll be when I get to the Guardianship? But hey, if you don't send anything, I can just do whatever I get out of here. I've got dosh now, and no, I will not tell you how I got it since you won't send any except on that bloody credit card of yours. Russia is the last place I'd like to be stuck in without real dosh.

Which reminds me of a question, is this a common tourist attraction? I've seen a couple of people who are obviously not Russian. Like this odd Australian. The guy looked like he was cosplaying a kangaroo. I probably shouldn't have said that to his face, but it isn't like I'll be seeing the bugger ever again. He said something about a rabbit. But if you saw him, I believe you'd agree with me that he looked more like a kangaroo than a rabbit. I also met this American girl. I think she said her name was Tabitha. Odd girl. Took a strange liking to my teeth but other than that I'd say she was all right. She definitely had an radge taste of style. Her hair looks like it's suppose to be naturally blonde but she's got like a zillion different colors streaked into her hair. She looks quite gaudy. Americans are a rather barmy sort. Saw some other foreign people but I won't bore you with that. I'm going to eat dinner and see if I can find something to watch on the telly. Later, Boogey.

Ah nevermind... I'm back. I flipped though the telly for almost an hour and couldn't find anything. It's all in bloody Russian. Couldn't they have had at least one English channel? I was hoping I could get a chance to watch Sherlock. That show is simply ace. I need to catch up on it. I've only watched the first season and the first ep of the second. I was going to watch it at the hotel back in London but they were playing the third season. I can't watch the bloody third season if I haven't finished the second! I was pretty upset. I hope the ladies weren't too mad about my mess. I had forgotten about that. Heh heh. So what else should I write about? I'm sure I've told you before but my life is pretty dull for one who has taken a life of crime. You could put your input in your letter. I am going to be staying here for awhile after all. I'm not in a big hurry. You know, there's a lot you could put about yourself in your letter. What you do, what your like, and so on. I am extremely bored and could use some company. It's miserable being alone even if I'm in a fancy hotel and got a telly (even though it's in bloody Russian...). I've been alone for most of my life so believe me I know what loneliness. The only time I wasn't lonely was when I had Jamie. But I don't have him anymore since I'm out of the orphanage and I'm out here. Couldn't exactly tell him that I'm in Russia since you did mention in your instructions back in London that I wasn't to tell anyone. Besides, even if I did, he wouldn't be able to send letters. Orphans don't really have time to be writing letters, you know. And well, I'd rather have him using his free time playing and having fun than be cooped up inside just to write me a letter. Though it would be nice. I miss him a lot. I haven't seen him since the year before last. Work has kept me awful busy you know and the superintendent of the orphanage doesn't really like me visiting. Says I'm a bad influence. Can you imagine that? Me? But then again, you don't know much about me. At least, I don't really think you know that much about me. Perhaps you've done research on me, but I really don't think that sort of thing can really tell you what I'm like. You can't really know anything about a person until you've met them personally. Not like I'm hinting at anything, Boogey. I'm perfectly fine not meeting you. I'm sure you're very busy and have no time to pop in and see me. Which is totally okay with me. Totally. All I ask is for a letter. One letter. Okay?

Jack Frost

Author's Note: I'm really posting this chapters a lot, aren't I? XD But I can't help it since they're so short. :P Heh heh... soon I'll be able to post a longer letters for Jack and get more into the plot. So happy reading! =3

Author's Response to Reviews:

The One Named MoonLight-Oh my god, this is such a wonderful story! I can't believe there aren't any reviews here! I absolutely adore it, especially Jack and his ever mischievous personality. And the Brit slang, oh! (swoons) Ace job!

Awww! Thanks so much! A wish for this story shall be granted unto you for being the first reviewer. ;) And I'm being dead serious. You don't know how happy I was to get a review on this story! XD I'm glad you like Jack. I wasn't sure if I'd still be able to capture his personality as a Brit. Daw... yes! Isn't the British slang just ace?! ;D