A/N: Hello everyone! SkatingDJ here. Welcome to "A Truth Behind Bars" a Modern AU about Jack in prison. Full summary, disclaimers, warnings, all here! If you happen to review, I will PM to them, if not, I will post responds after each chapter. This is a story request from, Theawesomest5. ENJOY!:)
Summary: Jackson Overland Frost is an 18 year old male in prison, locked away for life after killing five children. The world hates him for this shameful crime, but what the world doesn't know that it was a mistake. Jack's determined to break out and tell the world the truth, but he needs help since this jail is top notch for it's guards; Nick & Aster. Jack teams up with a short fat robber, his hot new girlfriend assassin, and a thug gang called the "Seasonal Spirits" who causes all sorts of chaos. And it's really hard to live once they're out with the world on their tails... especially since someone is blackmailing them behind their backs. As time goes on, things get rocky; rivalry and romance. Who can Jack trust? And what was the real truth behind it all? There was a lot more going on than Jackson expected.
Rating: T+ (14+) for language, sexual suggestiveness, violence & blood.
Pairing(s): Jack x Tooth. OC (Red) x OC (Glimmer)
OC's: Red, Glimmer, and Flora. (These are the seasonal spirits in my other story; Hot & Cold. Red = Autumn. Glimmer = Summer. Flora = Spring. Although it doesn't mean anything in this story)
Story Request: Theawesomeest5
Modern AU: Prison
*Un-edited Version*
WARNING(S) – Chapter 1: Violence & blood
DISCLAIMERS: I do not own Rise of the Guardians. I only own my OC's.
Chapter 1:
Cold Cut Kill
It was like any other day; get assigned orders, do the job, get out clean, receive the money. You didn't exist, you were never there, you were satisfied. This was the life of a criminal. The life of a gangster. The life of a murderer and a thief. The life of an... orphan? Desperate for help? At everyone's mercy? Maybe, maybe not. This was the life of Jackson Overland Frost. Jack Frost was his nickname. Winter Spirit was his code name.
Jack Frost was an 18 year old orphan, scarred from his past. He lived with his poor family when he was a youngster; his mother, his father, and his sister. His father died at war. His mother died of disease. And his dear sister drowned. Jack became an orphan. No money and no education. Jack roamed the streets and fought crime and became a gangster on his own. He was your typical bad boy.
Jack had gotten a decent name for himself. One day, when he was thirteen, he got a secret message from somebody. The message was on his bed (or whatever a civilized person would call it) in his secret lair. The message didn't so much gain Jack's trust as Jack became skeptical as life in the streets was tough, but how this mysterious person knew Jack's moves (when he would return home) and where his lair was gained Jack's loyalty.
In no time, Jack had allied with the mysterious person and was written off dead in the street life. He became like an undercover secret agent. He labeled his boss as the 'Mysterious Man.' The jobs were decently simple and reasonable, from harmless stealing to putting people in their places. Jack enjoyed it and he got great payment for what it was worth. He was able to keep a decently filled stomach and was able to not look like a hobo 24-7. Best part was, there was no catch.
Jack had been doing this job for the next five years. It never got old. Jack barely even knew about how much more dangerous and deadly the jobs had become over the months and years. More like he didn't care. To Jack, being bad was like a drug. He needed it and wanted it. A glorious shot of adrenaline rush that made his soul feel full, no matter the job. He enjoyed breaking the rules.
This may seem the actions of a bad person. A person with no dignity or shame or heart. But Jack had a heart. Beneath his cold and bad demeanor, lied a lonely and selfless and warm heart. Jack was a nice boy and deep down meant no harm. Real criminals were no such thing. This is what made Jack different. But one thing in particular, Jack had a soft spot in his heart for children. He loved children, he would never harm one...
But there's a first time for everything.
For the first time in five years, the mysterious man had ordered Jackson to murder a child. But not just one, oh no, six. Six innocent, sweet, kind, harmless, ten year old children. Jack had murdered people before, rarely if that though. And those people were full on criminals that needed to be stopped. But these children? And the mysterious man seemed to be pissed off about it as well. He was usually always calm, cool, and collected with his orders, but when this came up, the mysterious man was quick to judge and very snappy and hot tempered. Jack noticed it off the gecko.
Like in the beginning, it was an ordinary day. An ordinary Sunday for that matter. Well, number one, Jackson had off on Sunday's...
Jack heard his cell phone ring and flipped it open (it was an old cheap one, unlike the new Apple ones) to find out it was his boss. Jack rolled his eyes and answered anyway with a sigh. What did he want?
"Hey, boss. What's up?" Jack sneered nonchalantly.
"Hello, Winter Spirit..." The mysterious man began, his voice noticeably tense which Jack frowned at from the other line.
After five years you'd think that Jack wondered who the man was. He did, but he dare not ask. He tried once, he would never do it again.
"Pl-ease, boss! We already talked about this, call me Jack for crying out loud! Oh, and by the way, you sound tense, bro. What's the matter with you? And just so ya know, today's Sunday!" Jack exclaimed as he shrugged his shoulder up to his ear so the phone snugly fit while Jack used his free arms to grab a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. He lit it and smoked while waiting for a response.
"I have an important mission for you." The mysterious man cooed.
Jack sighed and pondered. He didn't mind kicking ass, he was especially bored today as well... way not go have some fun? Jack loved to have some fun. Jack smirked as he naughtily teased the cigarette with his surprisingly pearly white teeth. "I'm in." Jack declared.
"Good..." The man purred. "I need you to murder six people."
Jack almost choked on smoke. He instinctively spat out the cigarette in shock of his boss's response as his crystal blue eyes widened. Jack breathed for a moment and snarled, what a waste of a perfectly good ciggy...
"What?!" Jack squawked. "Six people? You've never asked me of that before!" Jack screeched in a hoarse voice. But to be honest, Jack felt slightly honored and up for the job.
"What? You not up for it, sonny?" The man spat darkly.
"No, no!" Jack teased lightheartedly. "Identities, age, gender, coordinates?" Jack asked as he took out a wad of paper and pencil to jot notes down of his victims.
The mysterious man began to give the information, "Monty. Male. Pennsylvania, Burgess 341 4th Street. Cupcake-" Jack snorted at the name, "-Female. Pennsylvania, Burgess 292 5th Street. Caleb and Claude, twins. Both male. Pennsylvania, Burgess 157 3rd Street. Pippa. Female. Pennsylvania, Burgess 109 2nd Street. And Jamie. Male. Pennsylvania, Burgess 111 2nd Street." He finished.
Jack chortled. "So are these all buddies or something? What do they do? Are they a team? What's their record? Thief? Murderer? Rapists? And you didn't tell me their ages." He stated.
"No, they're best friends and they have no records... they're only ten years old. All six of them." The man said blatantly.
Jack gawked as the paper and pencil slipped out of his grasp. "Th-they're only children..." Jack whispered in a horrified voice.
"Don't wuss out on me, Winter! They're dangerous!" The man warned.
Jack laughed. "A couple of ten year old kids are enough to make you this concerned?"
Jack could almost see and feel the man wanting to shoot him in the head, so he shut up. Jack cleared his throat and continued, dropping the matter of why but still in protest. "But they're only children, sir. Please, what harm could they do?"
The man sighed. "You see, Spirit? This is what happens behind the screen. You are my agent and I am the boss. You get the job done and the system stays stable. You must end these kids." He sad sincerely.
"N-no!" Jack cried.
"What?" The man snapped.
"No! I can't do this!" Jack responded equally as harsh.
"Listen hear, boy. If you do this one simple, easy job, I will give you all the money you need to start making a proper life for yourself. With that, you will never have to hear of me ever again and you can stop robbing and killing. How about that? Where's the cocky kid I know?" The man sneered in a tempting voice.
This grabbed Jack's attention. "A-are you serious?" He stuttered in disbelief.
"You have my word." The man said.
Jack pondered for a considerable amount of time. He never wanted this. He would never harm a child. But to get out of the streets and start a life? Make a living, fall in love, be something more? Never have to commit crime ever again? Jack was falling for it. And besides, if these kids were somehow a threat, they were somehow a threat and needed to be stopped. They were only six little babies. Who cared? Not a difference. They were just like any other. Kill them easy peasy and get what he wanted.
"I'm in." Jack declared.
"Alright, be ready by tomorrow, bright and early-" The man began but was cut off.
"No, I'm gonna go now!" Jack said with spunk and determination.
"That's the lad I know!" The man said with evil glee. "You know what to do. Keep clean, quiet, and tomorrow, once the job is done and you're in the clear, you will be free."
Jack closed his eyes for a brief moment, relishing the moment when he'd be free. It was so good. Jack went to his room right away. "So I guess this is our goodbye, huh?" Jack said with slight sorrow.
"I suppose so, son." The mysterious man said with a hint of sadness. "I'm proud of ya. And I hope you will be happy. But just one thing-"
"Ya?"
"Don't trust anyone." With that, the phone clicked off, the call dead.
Jack blinked at the screen with confusion. What kind of parting words of wisdom was that? What did it mean? Whatever... he had some preparing to do.
Jack headed to his box of clothes and pulled out his favorite hunting attire; a dark blue sweatshirt and brown jeans. No shoes, and a pair of gloves. Jack then grabbed a backpack and stuffed some possessions inside as this would be his last time being here. All his money, a few needy weapons, some clothes, and some other special needs he favored. After he was suited up and ready to leave, Jack armed a gun and wrapped a scarf around his mouth, covering his entire jaw and cutting off just below his blue eyes.
Jack was a skinny, tall boy. And quite cute if he did say so himself. He had a smile to die for and dashing looks in general. A sweet voice and a sick attitude. Bratty, hot, sexy, yet nice all around. One thing Jack favored was his hair. It was a spiky brown until he died it a frost white. To help his identity and go along with his code name. It made him look bad ass too. Jack was also considerably strong for his small frame and had a gift in the martial arts. Karate. This gave him the needs of an agent.
He was ready.
Jack kissed his room goodbye and headed out. He checked the GPS and realized he had a few miles to go, but that was absolutely nothing. So Jack trudged forward in the pitch black night, making quick way towards Burgess while sneaking around every camera like he was taught to do.
Sooner than later, Jack arrived at the town Burgess. He stood silently at the end of 5th Street, eyeing house number 292. Belonging to ten year old Monty. Jack began to slither near the house, his footsteps silent and his figure consumed by shadows.
The closer Jack got, the more he wanted to puke. The dizzier he became. He dreaded doing this, he finally surmised. Jack had a soft spot for children, and here he was, going to flat out kill them. But it came down to if Jack wanted to kill six threatening kids and get the life he wanted, or not. Jack chose the first option with a heavy heart. He wanted to be free so bad, but he would have to carry around with him the fact that he killed children... something that Jack could do.
Jack sucked it up and pulled on a determined face. Once he made it to the house, he strapped his backpack over his chest and climbed the water pipe up to the second floor. Jack peered into the window to see a small boy, Monty, sleeping peacefully on his bead.
Jack silently pried open the window (like he had hundreds of times) and slipped inside the room. Landing on the ground on his toes and creeping over to the boy's bead. Jack was deciding whether to do the honor with a gun or a dagger when he realized something was up:
This kid was sleeping too peacefully.
Jack's breathing hitched to the back of his throat as the eighteen year old ripped off the bed sheets of the child's bed and found them stained with blood.
More importantly, the kid's blood. The kid was dead. Already dead.
Jack stiffled a horrified gasp and almost dropped his weapon. He regretted ever doing this. What was he thinking? What had he become? What was he doing? Was Jack himself even human? Jack raced back down the water pipe, trying to gulp down sobs that were racking through his body. A sense of dread and betrayal and hurt washed over him as Jack assigned a new mission for himself:
Protect the Children
He didn't care. Jack just never wanted to see a dead child ever again. That innocent kid was dead because of him, somehow. Jack knew the kid meant no intentional harm to the system. He just knew it! Jack raced to Cupcake's house to find her dead as well. Then the twins, and then the second girl. All five were dead.
By then, tears freely streamed down Jack's face as he could hear the siren of cops in the distance. He could hear the shrills of doom from miles away. Jack could also hear the wails of he children's parents... or was that his imagination? Jack shook it off and tore through the streets to make it to Jamie's house.
He scaled up the water pipe and peered into Jamie's room to find the figure breathing. Thank god, Jack felt a sense of relief wash over him as he slipped into the boy's bedroom, unnoticed. Jack loomed over the sleeping boy and smiled. He was alright... but what kill-
The door was busted open as ten armed FBI agents stormed into the room, guns pointed at Jack.
Jack shot his hands up over his head, still holding the gun. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the sight of who was probably Jamie's mother, cradling her frightened son. Jack felt a pang of guilt strike him in the chest.
"Drop the weapon!" An agent ordered harshly at Jack.
Jack immediately let go of the gun.
"Cuff him!" The same agent then yelled.
Jack didn't fight. But it was then he realized that his hands were coated with blood, he was armed, he had a record they would surely discover soon, and it looked like he had just killed five kids... almost six.
Jack almost fainted when he realized what was about to happen:
He was going to jail.
Chapter 1, everyone! How was it? PLEASE leave a review and tell me what you think!:) Theawesomeest5, hoped you liked it:) Obviously, this is gonna be a little OCC:p Anyways, please leave your support as it is most appreciated! Thanks again! Peace!
-SkatingDJ