Blizzard of 68
Hi again! As I said, I am doing Blizzard of 68! However, this doesn't mean that I have abandoned sick Jack- there will be another part.
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Jack Frost was a name that came up a lot when the guardians met. He seemed to weave into their conversations:
"That Jack Frost! Blizzard on Christmas eve!"
"Oh- his wind freezes my fairies!"
"Heartless destruction, that's what he causes."
Always, the name Jack Frost would be followed by an insult or a complaint- no one bothered to meet the spirit in person. The guardians didn't even know what he looked like- they only knew he caused winter, and killed people with his cold. The guardians? They never seen Jack.
That was, until the Blizzard of 68.
Aster Bunnymund had just finished hiding the last of his eggs when he heard a snap from above him. He looked up, and saw a boy with white hair and blue eyes sitting up on one of the highest branches on the tree. At first, the Easter bunny thought it was a child- but on closer inspection, he saw that the boy was holding a shepherds staff, which was covered in frost and he knew who it really was.
Jack Frost.
Bunny growled and stepped forward. This...thing was not going to ruin Easter.
"Oi!" he yelled. The winter teen slowly looked down. Not waiting for an answer, Bunny continued.
"You don't go an' ruin Easter- ya here me?!"
"Wait..." the immortal said, "you know about me?" he looked confused. Bunny scoffed.
"Know ya! Ya cause chaos everywhere ya go! Cause I know ya, ya little shit!" he cried and summoned a tunnel. Then, he was gone and left the spirit standing there, confused.
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"People know me?" Jack said and sat down. Tears fell from his cheeks and onto the ground. As this happened, small snowflakes began to fall from the sky. The spirit didn't notice. He leant on the tree trunk and scrubbed his eyes fiercely. It was snowing quite heavily now, and one particularly large snowflake landed on Jack's hand.
"No..." he said and sprang up, "this can't be happening!"
But it was. The ground was now covered in a thick blanket of snow and adults were rushing indoors, muttering things like "Snowing in April?" and "What a nuisance!"
Jack could feel his power building up inside him; he could feel it clawing under his skin. The longer he held it in, the harder and more painful it got.
"Please...no!" the spirit cried, tears streaming down his face.
It was getting harder...
With a scream, Jack let his power burst out of him; around him, from what he could make out, a blizzard was raging. Jack closed his eyes, and tried to blot out the pain rocketing through his body.
The pain.
The pain was beyond all pain that he had experienced- it felt like fire was consuming his entire body; it seemed to have taken over. Jack couldn't help but scream out. The spirit fell onto his hands and knees, and prayed it would end soon. But he wasn't that lucky. It lasted for a full ten minutes- ten minutes of torture.
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When it was finally over, Jack had no energy left, and his throat was raw. The spirit opened his eyes, and looked around at the damage he had caused.
Parents were screaming for their children, some were weeping uncontrollably. Children were crying out for their mothers, who didn't reply. Everywhere, people were digging in the snow and pulling out the bodies of children and adults alike. Everyone had forgotten about the Easter hunt. Houses were buried and cars were on their sides.
This was all his fault. Jack was about to get up when he felt himself get kicked to the side. The spirit cried out as he collided with a tree.
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"Look wha' you've done, ya monster." Bunny growled and picked the ice spirit up. He had came to see what was going on and found the ruins of a town. Then, he saw Jack Frost.
The spirit squirmed in his grasp- this only made the rabbit hold him tighter.
" YOU HAVE RUINED ALL THESE PEOPLE'S LIVES!" he yelled angrily.
"I didn't mean to!" the spirit cried. Bunny ignored him.
"YA ARE A MONSTER! YOU HAVE DESTROYED THIS WHOLE TOWN!"
"I'm sorry- please let me go!"
Bunny slapped him against a tree. The spirit cried out in pain.
"Easter," the pooka said, face close to the spirit's, "is a time of hope. You just destroyed that."
The rabbit punched him in the ribs, and heard one crack. He then threw the immortal on the ground. He then proceeded to kick the spirit until his screams echoed through the woods.
"Ya don't care about anyone." Bunny growled, "Ya are nothing. Ya hear me, Frost?! Nothing. An' that's all ya will ever be."
And then he went, leaving the injured spirit on the ground.
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Jack lay there for some time; he was not sure how long. Then shakily, he got onto his hands and knees and crawled to his staff. Once it was safely in his grasp, he collapsed and thought of the words the Easter bunny said.
He was nothing.
Nothing.
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