Ok kill me now... on second thought I think writer's block is doing that already... Which brings us back to the first, It's to slow. I need a mercy blow. Lol Ok maybe it would help if I got more prompts from all of you lovelies out there. Yes you.

Oh BTW I put up a little bit of fluffy stuff you all might like. Its called A Wal-Mart By Any Other Name? And it is the result of a prompt from a wonderful person you shall know the name of if you would go and look! Ok on with this... What ever it is...

Jack sighed, wiping away sweat. He normally wouldn't have gone anywhere near Iran but he had read something that had made him curious. There was war with Russia. The child like spirit had heard and read many things about war, one of which was the fact that many children where normally orphaned by the tragedies that occurred. Jack wanted to see if he could help the children.

If only it wasn't so damn hot. The wind had set him down on a side street in Ferdows. The white shirt he had grabbed from the wash line of a manor in England a few weeks before was sticking to his skin uncomfortably. He pushed his damp fringe away from his eyes and walked forwards determinedly.

The streets were practically deserted, making the city look spooky and sending primal instincts through Jack. The instincts said to run. The winter spirit walked forwards in the hot sunlight.

It only took a few minutes before he realised that he was totally unprepared for his latest excursion and he really should have thought this through. But of course the childish spirit was to stubborn to admit that he should probably have left and gone someplace cold. After about five more minutes while he trugged through air that seemed thick with the heat he finally gave in enough to get to the side of the road and climb through one of the tall long windows and into the shady room beyond.

He spent a while in the small unused looking area, trying to cool off as much as possible before moving on. Eventually his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he got up from his perch on what could have been a dresser and made his way through the unlocked door and into a long hallway.

He wandered around the house like building noticing that all the rooms where meticulously cleaned, even if everything looked a little worse for wear it was definitely spotless. Jack frowned when he looked in a random drawer and discovered that it was full of worn out badly patched children's clothes. He continued on looking in other drawers and room to discover more of the same.

Children's clothes and shoes but nothing else to tell him about the building's inhabitants. He looked over neatly made rows of beds and walked through long empty halls but saw no signs to tell him anything.

Finally after wandering around for an hour he takes another break. He ploped onto the floor in a corridor with a nice breeze running through it and sighed. He was frustrated. Obviously this place housed kids, a lot of kids, regularly. But where were they all now? And if there were kids staying here how come there were no toys or anything else to play with? What was going on?

LINE BREAKERZ!

Jack must have dozed off for a while. He awoke to the sound of little feet quietly scuffling against the floor, heading in the direction of the hall the white-haired spirit was resting in. He scrambled to his feet, staff in hand before a slight wave of dizziness hit him. He leaned back against the wall until the nauseating feeling passed.

By this time the footsteps where almost upon him. He watched as the first child turned the corner. A small boy, dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes. The child was painfully thin. As Jack watched more and more children, almost identical in their looks followed after the first in line. They were quick and quiet and kept their gazes focused straight ahead. The White haired teen thought that this was a little strange. He followed the last child in line silently on his bare, and to everyone else invisible, feet.

They went to one of the bedrooms and each seemed to relax a little as they walked through the door. Some of them crossed to a bed and sat with quiet groans, looking tired. A few of the others grouped together and murmured quiet words that Jack didn't understand. The biggest group was clustered around one of the beds where a boy was sitting a silently sobbing as another boy looked at his arm.

The thin arm was black, blue, and swollen. Jack winced in sympathy remembering all of his own past bruises. After a moment's hesitation he stepped forwards and gently laid his hand over the worst bruise. The boys around his exclaimed, still quietly but no less excited for that, at the little bit of cool frost that spread over their friend's arm. Jack smiled a little as the little boy sighed in relief as the frost took the edge off of the pain.

MYSTIC LINE BREAK OF DOOM

Jack had been in Iran for a week. A week where in he tailed the hundreds of children he had found in that building. A week where in he avoided direct sunlight like the plague. And a week where in he did anything he could to help out the unfortunate kids he had found. And they were unfortunate. Every single one of them where orphans. Some had come to this 'home' during the first week of their life. Others had come a lot more recently because of the war. All of them were made to work from dawn to dusk once they reached the age of five until they turned 15 and were pushed out the front door and told not to come back.

The work they did was thankless. Weeding large field of crops in full view of the harsh sun. or cleaning every bit off trash of the street to prepare for a military parade. Anything that would bring money into the 'home'. They did it all in silence or they were punished.

Jack had traced the brunt of the torment back to the man who seemed to be some sort of overall supervisor to the other adults who ran the 'home'. The winter spirit decided that it would be a good idea for that jerk to quit his job. And so he set to work. Becoming the best stalker ever. And came up with a plan.

Now was time to put the plan into action. The main group of adults ate dinner all in the same room while five of them either patrolled the halls or carted the kid's meager rations from room to room. Jack waited for the group of men and women to start eating before going from one to one and freezing their food solid. He started with the worst tormentor and only spared two or three who actually cared about the kids.

He was exhausted by the time he finished. It was still hot as the sun had just gone down, and no one had really had time to cool off yet. But Jack didn't care. Phase one had been a success.

"Let the games begin."

IS THIS A LINE BREAK? YES. YES IT IS.

Two more weeks. The days filled with pranks that the spirit had made sure could not be blamed on the kids. He had continued to freeze the adult's food. And ever chance he got he had made sure to ice the ground in front of them to make them slip and fall. A multitude of other cold tricks later and the main supervisor finally snapped.

The tall man had slipped, again, on a patch of invisible ice and he screamed in agony. His arm was defiantly broken. Two weeks of trying to eat his food before it froze and only getting a few bites in coupled with almost constant pain and exhaustion from being to cold to sleep finally came to a head. He yell enraged words at all around him before he stormed out of the 'home' without a look back as he cradled his arm to his chest. Some of the others followed after him.

The winter spirit grinned in triumph. He knew the evil man would not come back. He was sure.

TEEHEE A LINE BREAK FOR THEE.

Jack felt awful. He knew he was in bad shape. Using his powers so much over the past month or so while dealing with the desert heat was taking its toll. But he had wanted- no, NEEDED to make sure his plan had worked. It had.

One of the kinder women of the group of adult supervisors had taken over the care of the children. And she really did seem to care. While the kids still had to work so that everyone could eat she made sure they only did jobs that they were ready for and that they wouldn't get hurt to badly while doing them.

In just a little over a week the children where looking happier and healthier. They no longer looked quite as skinny and somehow a few of them had gotten toys that they shared with the other kids. All in all this was a way better set up than the one previously. Jack was only slightly smug.

He decided that he had done all he could for them and that he should probably head to somewhere a bit cooler... like Antarctica. But before he left he wanted to give one last give to the orphans. While they were in a large room used for a gathering place to give out the daily jobs he when up to the front of the room a table was being used as a desk and started making it snow.

It was a light and slightly pitiful snow but it was all he could have managed at that moment. Despite this all of the children murmured in wonder at the sight. Jack made sure each and every one of them had been able to touch a snow flake before he jumped out of the window and called to the Wind.

He winced as his friend caught him. Wind was dry and filled with hot sand. But Jack knew that this was his only way out of there. He focused at the shocked and awed faces the children had worn when seeing his last gift and the pain from his transportation didn't seem so bad.

L-L-LINE BREAK!

Jack finally made it to the south pole. The Wind set him down as gently as possible and for a moment Jack thought that would be the end of it. But then the boy's knees had collapsed and he had fallen face first into a snow drift. He groaned quietly as the icy coldness slowly sank into his too hot skin.

After a few minutes he tried to figure out what all was wrong with him. Sun burn, exhaustion, headache, dehydration, maybe a fever to top it all off? This was going to be a long and boring recuperation process he was sure. But even that couldn't dampen his high spirits at his success. Jack had actually helped someone. And they hadn't even needed to see him for him to do it.

Yeah... whelp there it was. Oh! I got a job by the way... And I think that might be what gave me writers block in the first place. But still, money is money. Even if it is at minimum wage.