Darkblade County: I have a really gruesome photo of it. Heck, I scared practically everyone I showed it to! I couldn't stop laughing with what you wrote!
AlexJohnD: True true. I never pictured Jack as vengeful.
Existing:
It was late, just after twilight, and Jack Frost had only a existed for a few moments. He'd been reborn as a spirit of winter, a guardian-to-be when MiM would finally call him, but that wasn't for many years to come. He'd only been awake for a few moments, learning of his abilities, taking in what was happening like a newborn child. It was all new yet familiar. His mind knew what the things around him were, but the place was foreign, alien even.
It'd only taken moments for him to figure out of his power of frost and only seconds later to find himself flying beneath the moon, not well but still able to float in the sky. He'd get the hang of it soon. Soon it'd be second nature.
He touched down on the snow unceremoniously in front of the village he'd spotted earlier. He strode into the tiny village with campfires all around with pride and joy.
But nobody's eyes turned to him.
No matter, maybe they too could fly. Maybe they were like him, and that was why they were hardly paying attention.. How would he know any better when he'd just been reborn? He waved and smiled and greeted to those who passed him, but still their eyes didn't turn. Maybe they were in a hurry? Busy? Maybe the people were just rude.
Then there was a little boy. Jack Frost crouched down as the boy ran towards him. "Excuse me," he smiled, "Can you tell me where I am?"
But the boy didn't stop. Instead he kept running and running...
There wasn't time to move out of the way of the smiling boy. There was no getting out of the way. The boy obliviously kept running.
And then the cold came, a cold Jack couldn't really feel because of what he was. It didn't affect him like this cold. It nipped at his skin first, making it tighten painfully from the shiver. Goosebumps covered his arms and legs. He felt the icy cold fill him, reaching his bones painfully. His breath caught in his throat.
His lungs were being crushed. His ribs around them tightened unbearably. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't swallow the breath of air he needed.
His mind went blank. No thoughts were going through him. Nothing. All there was to be thought was of the situation at the moment.
He couldn't hear. The boy's laughter was drowned out to a dull white noise. His feet felt nothing underneath them. All the nerves in him were focusing on an inside pain. This only added on to Jack's fear.
The heart in his chest, the thing that would beat in a steady tempo, stopped.
There was the pain, encasing him in an inescapable embrace, threatening to destroy his soul. It disallowed him to think, to breath, to exist.
Exist.
That was not what Jack was feeling now. No, he didn't exist. He felt hallow like a shell with nothing inside. He wasn't solid at all, even on the outside, for the boy walked right through him, going on his night, likely searching for people who acknowledge his existence.
Existence.
As soon as the boy had stepped out of him, he gasped, the grip around his lungs loosening, his heart thumping in his ears. Eyes wide with shock, he tried to register what just happened, but his mind was going too slow and too fast to do anything. Someone had walked through him like a ghost, like someone not living, someone dead, like someone who didn't exist.
Only moments before, Jack was having the greatest first day of life. Then all of the sudden, his world was crashing onto him. He didn't exist.
No one knew of him. No one had ever seen him. No one loved him or acknowledge his existence.
So, does that mean he doesn't exist?
It was something Jack Frost could never actually do. He didn't exist. No one saw him. No one heard his screams and cries. No one saw his tears or hurt. No one felt his fair, ice skin.
If no one knows of who you are, if no one loves you, wants to hold, wants to speak to you, to look you in the eye, do you really exist?
.../\...
I wanted to capture the pain that Jack must have felt the first time someone walked through him and how he must have been so confused. Did I do okay?
Please review. I want to hear your thoughts, please. Love ya all.
Until next time.
