I can't believe someone cares about the fic. I haven't updated it in over two months!

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Jack Frost got the kids to an orphanage.

"Jack, what are you going to do about our daddy? He's going to hurt us when he finds us."

Jack hadn't thought of that. He DID say he was taking them to an orphanage. He shifted his weight onto his right foot, and rested his head on his right hand, resting his right arm on his left arm, which crossed over his front side.

"I suppose I'll have to deal with him."

"Will we see you again?" Melissa asked him.

"Maybe not, but I'm always around during the winter."

Then he skated off, and before long, ended up back to the bastard father of the kids.

"I took them to the orphanage, and now to finish up my job."

"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-what are you going to do to me?"

"You have a heart of ice, so why not have your physical heart reflect that."

Then Frost put his hand on the struggling man's chest, and a cool blue energy flowed into the poor man's body.

"Feels like a heart attack right now, doesn't it?"

The man seemed like he was trying to breathe, but simply couldn't.

"Don't bother. You can't breathe because your lungs are stiff."

The man was turning blue in the face.

"You starved those poor children of love, so I'll starve you of another necessary thing."

Then the man was breathing again, but Frost only laughed.

"Yep, I still got it."

"What do you mean? I'm still alive."

"Depends on your definition of 'alive'. Put too much strain on your heart now, and you die."

Then Frost started walking off, purposely giving the man a chance to try to shout at him.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The jerk was obviously blinded in rage, since his axe hammer blows could NEVER reach Frost. Then the man's eyes bugged out, and he was trying to clutch his chest.

"Opps, did I forget to mention I LITERALLY made your heart ice? Guess I did. Don't say I didn't warn you though......"

Jack watched the bastard cough up blood, lung tissue, and shards of ice. He smirked.

"Sorry if it hurts, but you deserve to suffer."

Then Frost skated off.........









Terry used the fire escape to get back into Max's apartment with Terrance.

"THANK GOD YOU'RE BOTH ALL RIGHT!"

"If it weren't for 'Terry', I'd be a goner right now......"







Frost was skating along the streets, when he found Slash muttering obscenities in an alley while wrapping his hands with bandages coated in medical goo for healing burns.

"So you failed to bag the bat, eh Slush?"

"IT'S SLASH YOU FROZEN FREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Frost frowned.

"Let me guess, the ref forgot to call interference from the sidelines."

"Exactly. Someone.........or more likely some THING...... made my sword hotter than Scorcher's 'shows'."

Frost shuddered at the name Scorcher.

"Sheesh. Whoever hired the whole lot of us wants Batman dead pretty badly."

"Pretty rich too.......or has access to some pretty heavy duty stuff from Wayne-Powers industries."

"What I want to know is why the guy can't nail Batman on his own."

"Same here."

"Well, it's my turn to get a crack at the pest. After all, winter's coming early this year, and bats have to hibernate....... only he's not waking up this time!"

Then Frost skated off......







The blonde man with the sunglasses watched Frost skate off.

"Heh, I guess Frosty thinks he's hot stuff. Well, I may not be the pyro genius Firefly......"

Then the man took out a pack of matches, closed his hand, and opened it, revealing it to be empty.

"But I have some tricks of my own..........."

Then he closed his hand again, and when he reopened it, there was the pack of matches, only on fire.

"Magic tricks DO come in handy..........."









"Now you're all curious why you were called here, and believe me, it's no laughing matter."

Kyle had figured as much considering the wait.

"Unfortunately, humans with malicious intent have recently assaulted and murdered several dragons in Western Europe about a week ago."

THAT caught Kyle's attention.

"WHAT!?!?!?!?!"

"WAS THIS SPECIFICALLY AIMED AT US!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

"IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The Clan master called for order. His aged appearance certainly made him appear to be an elder dragon.

"This was indeed aimed directly at the dragon population, as they were equipped with goggles that pierced our magically disguises."

Then a slide was switched, and a large group of humans was on screen, a couple in the shadows. Slash, Jack Frost, and the blonde man from earlier where in the photo.

"These are the men that attacked our brethren. We have gathered as much information as we can on them, and we have very disturbing news to follow......."

Then another slide switched, and a black haired man around twenty with a thin but muscular frame, a scar across his face, slightly tan skin, and red eyes was shown. Most of the dragons gathered there gasped in fear.

"IT CAN'T BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"HE'S DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"CLAN MASTER, YOU KILLED HIM YOURSELF, WE SAW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"I did indeed slay this evil foe, but he has kept his promise to return."

Kyle raised his arm.

"Who is he?"

Most of the other dragons stared at him.

"THAT'S DAMIEN WREXSOUL!!!!!!!!!!! BACK IN THE DARK AGES, HE RUTHLESSLY MURDERED INNOCENT PEOPLE AND DRAGONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE'RE GLAD HE DIDN'T RUN BOTH RACES INTO EXTINCTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Kyle thought about it.

"But isn't he a human being?"

Several of the dragons got annoyed, but the Clan master explained it for Kyle, and the other dragons that knew nothing.

"Damien was a powerful sorcerer, who even exceeded the most vile and evil of forces that preceded him. Ultimately, all races and beings confronted him in a final battle to determine the fate of all living creatures. In the end, we had to turn his own magic against him, and I was the one that managed to force him into a dark hole in the fabric of existence itself. We all assumed he was dead, but apparently, he's not. Apparently, he hired these men to attack us, but didn't count on our sources to trace it to him, or for us to recognize him.........."

Then they all heard malevolent laughter, along with slow clapping.

"Excellent memory Clan master......or should I use the name I called you? What was it now? Oh yes, I remember, I called you 'A pitiful excuse of a dragon.'"

Then most of the dragons froze in fear as the same man in the slide walked behind several of the dragons, and headed straight for the Clan master. Strangely, the man was wearing attire DEFINITELY not medieval. He had on jeans, a gray shirt, a brown coat, black gloves, and cowboy boots sans spurs.

"I didn't forgive you for sending me into another dimension. Of course, I didn't forgive King Arthur for giving me that scar either. Let's see....THAT adventure was an unsung victory. No one wanted to remember the day I nearly destroyed everything........"

Damien then unexpectedly jumped onto the table, and stared down the Clan master. Then he pointed at him as he said the rest of his rant.

"Don't worry about the other dragons. My vendetta is only with you......."

Then Damien opened his hand, and energy flashed from it, destroying the Clan master, and putting the others in shock. Damien smirked, and jumped down. Then he picked up a fang that survived the blast, looked at it, threw it up in the air, and then caught it.

"As I said, my vendetta is not with dragons. Just that one. I only hired those fools to see if he was still alive. Seeing how old he's become, perhaps I should have let him live.........:

Then all the dragons were in a rage, but Damien merely pointed his open hand at them, and let the energy forming in front of it tell them he wasn't going to let them take him lightly.

"Besides, I'm not COMPLETELY bad now. I just don't forgive grudges. Is there a Kyle here?"

Kyle blinked as some dragons stared at him.

"Who, me?" He asked, scared of what the man might do.

"Mm-hmm. I've been keeping track of those fools I hired, and I'm pretty sure you'll hate knowing who they're after now."

Then Damien swirled his hand in the air, and the face of Terry McGinnis appeared.

"WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?! OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Damien smirked.

"You'd better hurry now. It's a LONG flight back to the states..........."

Then Damien disappeared.