Hi everyone! This story starts just after the Easter scenario in the film. I hope you enjoy and please review :) Also I do not own RoTG
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Jack Frost was many things. Yes, he was carefree, wild and reckless but he was also loyal, caring, smart and passionate. He never acted selfishly and he always put everyone else's needs before his own. Well, a bit of a strain on the 'always' but since he had been recruited by the guardians, he hadn't committed one act of mischief.
How could they think that he would do that? Betray them like that? He could never, would never! The last thing he remembered before meeting the Guardians was taking Sophie home, but he realised something bad must have happened when he got to the tunnel and found all of the broken and smashed eggs. A speck of light from up above glinted off the broken fragments of once-beautiful ornaments of hope and wonder, casting eerie shadows on the tattooed walls of the Warren. The first thing he saw upon leaving the Warren's tunnel was Bunny, hunched over on the ground, as if in pain. Without thinking, Jack rushed over to him, only to be stopped by North and Tooth. Looks of anger, sadness and betrayal lingered in their eyes - Jack had never seen North angry. Above him, Tooth gasped in shock.
"Wh...where did you get that? Where's baby Tooth?" She asked in disbelief, gasping as a horrified look crept over her face.
Jack looked down and, to his surprise, saw his golden memory box that contained his memories of his past life in his hands - he had no idea how that got there, no memory of ever even seeing it before.
"I was - it's, uh -"
"Dat is why you were not here? You were with Pitch?" The large Russian man stuttered, anger clearly building up inside him.
"No, listen! Listen! I'm sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen!" At the sound of Jack's voice, a feeling of pure fury overtook Bunny. How dare he show up here after what had happened? When it was his fault?!
"He has to go."
"W-What?"
Broken eggshells crunched and cracked under his feet, further destoying the already irreparable googies that he had worked so hard on, as he stood up and leaped over to Jack, grabbing his bony shoulders with his large, furry paws and turning him around, forcing him face to face.
"This is all because of you! You ruined Easter and now nobody believes in me. Easter is about new beginnings, new life," Bunny's fist clenched into a fist, trembling violently, raised as if to strike. Panic stricken striking blue eyes were wide; full of fear, the little hope Jack had left from his years of solitude slowly diminishing from the one person, the one Pooka, that was meant to give hope. The Guardian of hope, taking hope away. It was ironic if you thought about it, but Jack couldnt get a single thought to process in his mind, the only thing he was concentrated on was the huge furry first raised in a threatening motion.
He wouldn't hit him, would he? No, he couldn't, but... could he? He definitely looked like he about to. Jack couldn't help it as his knees started to shake, his breath coming out in short bursts as if being denied the precious air he needed to breathe. Memories flooded his brain, bringing back trauma he never wished to acknowledge again. One single thought came to his mind in that moment.
Run.
"Easter is about hope. And now it's gone." He growled, looking Jack straight in the eye. The Pooka sighed angrily, a large almost-choking sob unconsciously being released from his lips. His trembling hand unfolded and dropped to his side, the action allowing Jack to relax, if only slightly. He turned away from Jack so he was no longer facing him, as if he didn't deserve the privilege of seeing his face when he was being spoken to. Like a child being told off by their elder. "We NEVER should have trusted you - you were never fit to be a Guardian."
Jack shrank back in utter horror - this couldn't be happening! He had done nothing wrong!
"I..I-" he stuttered before being cut off by Tooth:
"Jack, what have you done?" The tone of dissapointement in her usually understanding, caring voice shook Jack to the core - whatever they thought he had done must be terrible.
"It's best for everyone if you leave. And don't come back." North growled. Jack tried to protest and explain himself, explain that he had done nothing wrong, but they weren't listening to them, sadness and betrayal blocking their thoughts.
"No - please, please! Listen to me!" The Guardians turned away from Jack, abandoning him as they had done for the last three hundred years before. Jack tried to protest again, to stand up for himself but no one was listening to him. As usual.
Why wouldn't they listen? This couldn't be happening, not again, he couldn't be left alone again! He had just found them, they had just noticed him! He didn't even care they had left him alone for over 300 years, not even bothering to acknowledge his existence, just that they were there for him then, that he was wanted.
Well, he was. With sadness and regret, he threw North's centre on the ground and flew off, one lone thought echoing his mind.
Run
...
He was still flying - he didn't know how long he had been flying for, he just needed to get away. Of all things, Jack was NOT disloyal. Bunnymund's words stung the most - Jack had always doubted himself - his biggest fear was that he would never live up to the expectations of being a guardian, never be believed in, forever be invisible. He had always questioned his existence, what was his point? Did he even have a point? Or was he just a mistake? He had always thought the latter, it hurt him more than he knew it could that others thought that too.
After reaching what Jack thought was the Antarctic, he stopped flying and landed silently on the frozen floor. How he wished he could remember what happened but... he just couldn't. In a fit of anger and despair, Jack grabbed his memory box from the pocket of his blue jumper and made a motion as if he was about to throw it.
But he just couldn't bring himself to do it. His pale hand wavered, stopping in the air as if his muscles had just stopped working. Why did anything never go his way? He threw himself down on the floor and clenched his staff in hatred, of himself, of Pitch and, for a moment, the Guardians.
Around him, the sun sparkled off the snow, glinting like a thousand tiny diamonds. If only Jack could remember what happened, know why the Guardians felt like he had betrayed them. But what would he do anyway? They wouldn't listen to him. Again, anger swelled inside him, but he pushed it down. He was not an angry person by nature and he sure wasn't going to change now. Still, he was losing hope.
"I thought this might happen." Snarled a voice from behind him. A vile, mocking voice that sent shivers up and down Jack's spine.
Pitch.
