I'm sorry it took so long guys! New semester and everything :P Plus, I had a few things I wanted to work out for the future plot and such. Anyways, hope you like. Some things will become a little clearer in the next couple chaps. As for how long this will be? I'm hoping I'll be able to wrap things up around chapters 11 or 12. That's just an estimate.
I don't own RotG or Frozen.
Thanks for the support!
To Aid
His mind twisted with uncertainty. He didn't want to fight with Elsa watching, as she would then discover a part of him he wished to remain untouched. It was in the past, and it hadn't ever changed who he was, only what he could do and his appearance.
But he had a score to settle with this menace before him, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let him get away with it this time.
But as his eyes flickered nervously towards the blonde, his fury momentarily subsided at her expression, as concern and worry flooded his thoughts
She looked terrified, and it hurt him that her eyes were filled with horror. A pang pounded in his chest, as he knew that any chance he had to befriend the petite beauty was long gone. Yet he couldn't dwell on that, no matter how much it pained him. First he needed to make sure she was safe, then he would deal with this everlasting quarrel that had been going on for the past three years with Pitch.
"Elsa..." he spoke sternly, much more confident then he felt. "I need to finish something here. You go."
His eyes didn't leave his rival, but as he heard the rapid steps running away, he was both disappointed and happy that she was not going to be within fire range. If things went wrong, Pitch would no doubt use her to dominate over him, and Jack couldn't let that happen.
Gripping his staff like a vice, he bent his knees in ready and sneered. "Pitch, this is stupid. Even for you."
Pitch only laughed, conjuring an energy ball of black sand in his palms. "Ha, ever heard of holding a grudge?"
Jack let out a feral snarl, a burst of crackling energy beaming from his pointed staff, only to be reflected by a wall of ebony. "It wasn't my fault! If you hadn't broken her heart, my sister would still be alive!"
This only enraged the other male more, as another attack jetted from his inky palms. "I loved her! It was you who was too late to save her! Of the two of you, you had to be the one that survived! Why couldn't it have been her?"
Jack nearly screamed. He felt his control ripping at the seams, and while his fury empowered him to attack even more, the sorrow was weighing him down like bricks, as he felt his limbs shake and fall to his knees.
This gave his rival the advantage he needed, as a wall of midnight crashed into him, and sent him slamming into the school's brick wall with a crack snapping from his shoulder.
He cried out in pain, both emotional and physical, a sharp sting slicing through him as he sat against the wall, dazed and furious, but unable to counter any sort of response from when his staff clattered to a distance. His eyes were still shut tight, predicting another hit to come and even feeling his grief swallow him to such numb, he was sure he wouldn't feel a thing.
But something cold suddenly touched his cheek.
Lids still shut, he felt nips of a cool moisture flutter across his skin, a chill in the suddenly woken breeze and a shift of ozone.
When his blue eyes finally peeled open, he jolted in awareness and shock. For it was snowing, snowflakes raining down over the summer sky.
His vision was beginning to fade, no doubt from the blow to his head from hitting the wall with force, but he turned his neck with a wince, and was even more confused as he noticed Pitch pinned against the wall not ten feet away...by icicles?
They were pronged all around him, trapping the gray skinned student to the wall as his lizard-like eyes were wide with fear and surprise.
Who...what...?
No answer came as his scenery faded to black, like a curtain call to sleep, his body slumped without consent.
Elsa~
She had run.
Yes, Elsa had run.
Away from the quarrel, away from exposure.
Already she felt the flakes of winter fall onto her cheeks and become captured in her lashes, her feet carrying with the chilled wind that answered her unwilled call. She didn't understand who that other boy was, nor what had happened between them to allow so much hate to spill, but that black sand that he had accumulated from the very will of his palms was unnatural, as wall the staff that had appeared in the hands of Jack.
Elsa had been positive this boy couldn't possibly confuse her anymore. She appeared to be wrong, as she was now flabbergasted by such sights.
Already, the fight was far behind her, several slabs of cement away from the sidewalk, yet something was eating her insides like acid. A sense of danger, alertness, almost like instinct pulled her feet skidding to a stop; despite her own, she took a peek over her shoulder.
In a way, she wish she hadn't, for Jack was abruptly slammed against the wall, and she felt a gasp escape her as all other noises faded from her. While the wind was whipping at hair, and heart pounding so rapidly in her chest she feared a rib would crack, she found all she could hear were Jack's yelps of pain, and her eyes took notice to the way his body had nearly whiplashed from such an impact. What was even worse, he was still part way conscious to feel the pain.
Before she could ponder the consequences, her feet were already speeding back, as she moved her hand out to aim at Pitch, a fleeting thought filtered through her brain.
I can't just leave him to get beaten to a pulp. He's my friend.
She didn't even register her admittance of friendship as a bolt of ice shot from her fingertips.
