Hi everyone:) I'm back with another chapter! Yay, it's the weekend!:D I have nothing to say really except give some shout outs to you all- DragonRobotkid, thank you so much for your support on all my stories, I really do appreciate it with all my heart:) And you used my Over-Addicted to ROTG from my profile!XD If feel so special! El0ndon- thanks for supporting this story! By y'all reviewing, it makes me want to update this story even faster:) And WEast- I never really thanked you for all your help:) Thank you! (big hug!) But... how do you end up knowing when I update my chapters to all of my stories? (just curious)
But anyways, this chapter is basically going to introduce the Guardians. How Jack feels, and how this climax (one of them) is gonna kick off! Pretty short, but I hope you don't mind regardless:)
It's been five years since we defeated Pitch Black. I'm a Guardian now. Over 300 years old, still counting. My believers are around fifteen. My life really did change when Pitch popped in suddenly. It honestly gave me a great excuse to be away from my lake and out of harm's way, my siblings in other words. I haven't seen them since. I guess I could thank Pitch for that. Five years is a blink of an eye for a spirit...
Not for me.
When I became a Guardian, I thought everything would become perfect, or close at least. It was for a year, but then everything began to take off without me. The Guardians became too busy once more, sometimes I would go for a week or more without out them giving a hoot towards me. My believers; Jamie, Pippa, Caleb, Claude, and Monty are now fifteen like I said. In other words, they're teenagers. They're now moving on, Cupcake already has and stopped believing. Even though she was there. And it really hurts when Jamie sometimes brushes me off.
I feel like I'm back at square one. Invisible. Alone. It makes me wonder if the Guardians care for me anymore. And I just feel so out of place with the kids, we just can't have the same fun anymore. It hurts pretty bad. Do I dare say that it hurts more than when I was alone? Maybe, because I have the opportunity to not be alone, but I can't and I end up being alone when I even have the chance.
I've tried to nag in by being annoying, helpful or something, but I end up just being bad and being shrugged off. I feel invisible! It angers and makes me really sad, it really hurts. I really can't go on like this. After five years, I'm going to say something. I did not just spend 300 years of agony to just blow it away like frost. That's why I'm standing in North's Palace today, to see if I can get his freaking attention. I haven't been this determined since when I first met the spirits. True, it didn't work, but hopefully it works this time. I was pretty desperate.
And I felt something. A strange vibe coming from my siblings. I don't know what it is, but it's not good. I wanted to hang out with the Guardians for protection. That's a strong reason why today in par-tic-tacular I wanted to stay and be safe, I was getting nervous and scared. It's weird, feeling normal for so long, but then something hits you, and you know it when you feel it.
It was nearing Christmas, so I hoped I could help.
I walked to the workshop and found the Russian tinkering away at an object. I walked up to him and cleared my throat.
"North?"
Nothing.
I patted the man's shoulder, a grunt was heard, saying that he had his slightest attention towards me. I couldn't help but huff and slightly roll my eyes.
I spoke, "Can I help? It's almost Christmas, and I thought you might need help. I just need something to do and-"
"Sure." He responded, not moving.
"Really?" I said with excitement as I bounced to the desk.
"Just start making something." He gruffly said, not moving or looking away from his toy.
I slumped slightly and looked down as my eyes blankly scrolled to the stool North was sitting on. My fighting side (that the Guardians don't know about, remember?) was telling me to do a coffee-grinder and broom-sweep the stool, causing North to fall and give me some attention. But I pushed that away and trudged to the shelves. I eyed an unpainted nutcracker and took it off the shelf and placed it on a small desk (away from North of course). I grabbed some paint; yellow, blue, and red for starters, rolled up my sleeves, grabbed a stool, and began to work.
Not to brag, but I'm an exceptional painter. Of course, I mostly used blue on the poor nutcracker and even got some white and began decorating his suit like frost. But it looked festive enough. I merrily continued as I dipped my paintbrush into the blue and accidentally knocked it over.
I gasped; my reflexes turned on as I caught the blue bottle with my ankle. I looked up; hoping that North didn't see, or did. Either way would work. But he didn't even bat an eyelash. I scowled and jerked my ankle, causing the the bottle to fly up. I caught it and resumed working.
It hadn't occurred to me that some of the paint had leaked out when I caught it, causing it to make a large river that traveled underneath the table and wrap around North's stool. I didn't notice, and neither did North... until he got up.
North eventually looked up (finally) to admire his work. He looked satisfied. He pushed his stool back and placed a heavy boot on the floor, ready to place his toy with the rest of the finished ones.
I looked up for a brief moment; all I saw was a boot come in contact with a slippery, blue floor. I bolted up from my seat, calling out to him, but it was too late.
North's boot flew out from underneath him as his body was sent backwards and into the desk. His weight broke the desk in two as all the objects on them –mostly metal!- were sent flying into the air. I skillfully flicked them away with my staff (I've done it a million times before) but one piece ended up nicking the end of the shelf which held all of the finished toys. With one creak, the shelf shifted lopsided.
"Oh no..." I grumbled... this was not good, period.
-Before all of the toys went crashing to the floor, breaking every single one of them. I cringed as I inched towards the door. North just stood in his place, dumbfounded as a broken wood piece rolled towards his boot. He leaned down stiffly and picked it up with a blank expression.
Every single toy was broken or battered except the one I held in my hand. "I-I'm sorry, North." I said weakly, never had I'd felt out of place in my entire life. I felt as if I weren't part of the family at all.
North suddenly then crushed the wooden piece to splinters; I jumped and hugged myself against the door as North came bounding towards me. I cringed at every harsh word that was spat in my face by North. He kept on screaming and telling me I ruined everything and how Christmas was only a month away. Just screaming and yelling and not giving a damn about how I felt. On top of it, he snatched the toy I poured my heart into and smashed it to pieces. North wasn't the Santa Clause everyone thinks he is, being a warrior can make a person different.
After a long while of hoarse screaming, North took a moment to catch his breath. I relaxed as removed my arms from my face. My heart was beating fast, my face flushed a tinge of vibrant blue, and my eyes a shimmering crystal; coated from tears. North finally calmed down and realized what he said and did. A small mistake had turned into a huge mess.
But I didn't want to hear it, not even an apology. I snatched my staff and darted around the door and ran down the hallway; pushing past yetis and stumbling and kicking elves on the way out... ignoring calls from North. All I could hear was my heart in my ears and my own sniffs and sobs of defeat. It was just like 300 years ago, except I didn't expect it this time.
I found a window and jumped off, flying as far away as possible. I wanted to go to Sandy's castle, he couldn't talk and say anything back (I know that's rude but how would you feel?) but he's giving dreams to children. Tooth would also be a good option since she's an understandable fairy, but she's way to busy as a queen. The there's Bunnymund. I groaned. Sure, our relationship did get better but it wasn't like we never had our issues ever again. Bunny was actually the one who gave me the most attention, but mostly not good attention. But what choice did I have?
I flew into a clear patch in the forest where Bunny's Warren rested beneath the ground. I scavenged the area for a specific blackberry bush; once I found it, I pushed away it's twigs and prickly thorns to see a single crimson daisy in the ground. I plucked it and tucked it into my pocket as a hole emerged into the ground. I jumped through, but picking a berry beforehand.
After sliding through the rabbit tunnel while munching on fresh blackberries (which was awesome), I stumbled out onto an open patch of grass near the rainbow-dyed river.
"Mate?" An Australian voice said from behind a tree.
"Bunny?" I said as I rounded the tree.
A six foot tall pooka stepped out. Grey fur, large feet and ears, tattoos, a pair of boomerangs, and Easter egg ammo at the ready. E. Aster Bunnymund, aka, the Easter Bunny. In my point of view, aka Kangaroo and Peter Cottontail.
"What're ya doing here?" Bunny asked tersley with a frown. His way of saying, 'get lost', why are you here', 'bother someone else', or just plain old meaning that I should just 'f' off. I didn't even do anything! (Well...)
"Just wanted to hang out." I said as I began to wander around. "For the night, maybe?" I asked sheepishly.
Bunny shook his head and tisked at me. "No way, Frostbite. You are not staying over for the night. What the bloody hell makes you think I'm going to have a sleepover with ya?" He asked gruffly.
I looked down, it was stupid. As far as I knew, one of my siblings could have a common cold and that's why I felt off today. Not work my breathe to tell him. "No reason, nevermind." I said with a glum smile.
"If you have no reason to be here, then leave." Bunny growled as he placed a firm paw on my shoulder and guided me towards a tunnel exist.
I wriggled out of his iron grasp and faced him head on. "Oh come on, Kangaroo! Please, I won't cause any trouble! What did I do wrong? I just got here!" I begged, slightly trying to not sound too hurt by throwing in his 'favorite' nickname.
"Tch!" Bunny spat, his eyebrows narrowing as his began to hunch over with anger. "Speaking of which, North gave me a note about how somebody caused a little bit of trouble just recently! In a nice and clean record of less than an hour! He was beginning to feel sorry, but once he saw you run off with your tail between your legs he said nein!" Bunny roared.
I backed up towards the entrance. "What?" I hissed in disbelief. Betray, anger, and sadness coursed through me as I had the sudden urge to fight. "It was a mistake!" I cried.
"Oh sure..." Bunny snarled. "Everything is a mistake, ain't it!? Like when you freeze my Warren, and this instance by ruining Christmas! Why the hell are you here? Get lost!" He screeched.
"I-I don't feel right, Bunny! Something's not right, I need help. Please!" I pleaded. I was almost to angry and scared to answer at first, but hopefully Bunny would understand... but by the way things were going-
Bunny rolled his eyes and spoke again, "Come on! You spent 300 years on your own, as you should be, and you were fine and-"
I gasped as my eyes widened once my brain processed what Bunny had just said. Bunny noticed as well as his features softened into concern and despair. I bit my bottom lip and looked away, my eyes burning with tears. I began retreat into the exit-
Bunny spoke again with his ears pressed to the back of his head, "Jack, come back, I didn't mean-"
"No!" I said with my eyes adverted from Bunny, my voice quavering, "You're just like the rest of them! I just wanted some help! Bunny I'm really afraid of something! I wanted some help and you all are just to busy! For five whole years! I thought I was part of the family! I guess not!" I screamed in his face before running out. Once I was outside, I immediately turned into a wolf and raced home, tears streaming down my fur. Whilst the cries from Bunny.
I thought I was a Guardian. I thought I was part of the family. I thought they cared. I thought they loved me. I thought they would never leave me alone. I thought they would understand. After all these years of being hurt and invisible, nobody to hear my cries for help, I thought they would be there for me. I guess not. I thought they were different from them; I guess not. Am I back on my own? I guess I am.
No! No more guessing! You are sure now, Jack Frost. After they betrayed you, just in the blink of an eye! When you needed them most! No! I am back on my own. Bunny was right, I was fine 300 years ago. I can manage on my own, without them!
I said all this to myself once I reached my lake. I sat in a tree and stared at the moon, thinking these sour thoughts. I shook with rage, my icy eyes like darts. My staff close to me, expecting a sudden outburst from one of my siblings or something. I looked at the moon, my eyes blue slits, conjuring every curse I could think of in my head. I didn't care.
"Tell me what's wrong with me!" I suddenly screamed at the moon, I couldn't contain my hysterical anger. "If I wasn't meant to be a guardian, what am I?" I looked at the moon but got no response. I huffed with anguish. I leapt up to the top of the tree to get a better view.
"Please, tell me. I want to know, I need to know. I'm tired of not knowing my purpose. Please, I-"
Suddenly, something whizzed passed me. I toppled off of my branch, letting out a cry of shock and collapsed on another branch and clung onto it. I immediately stood up and fired up my staff.
Something was coming at me. I waited for the perfect moment before I dodged. I swiftly moved to the side as everything went into matrix mode (as it always does when I'm dodging) and caught a glimpse of the thing whizzing by me; a boulder the size of my head.
Flora! Why was she hear this time? And if her, why did I feel so threatened? The time it took me to process that, another boulder came zooming my way. This time, it was on fire. Fire! Only one person I know can control fire, that's Glimmer! Flora and Glimmer? What are they doing here? This was not good, two spirits here at the same time? That never happened before! But if Flora and Glimmer are here, that means...
An arrow whizzed by my head and planted itself into the tree bark, an inch away from my right temple. I gulped and slowly yanked it out and examined it. Red was here too. I looked down and there they were, the Terrible Trio. Ready and waiting for me on my lake.
I took all the courage I could muster to even jump down from the tree and face them lake-level. It was really weird. All three right here, wanting a fight. Or did they? I was super confused. But what was more confusing were those gloves they were wearing. They were black and had silver dots on them. All three were wearing them. What were they for?
"Jack Frost." Red said formerly.
"Red, Glimmer, Flora." I said equally as formerly, even though I was on the brink of freaking out. "What are you all doing here?" I asked as I gripped my staff tighter. "And what's with the gloves? They don't suit you all!" I joked lamely.
The three looked at each other blankly before looking at me.
"Cut the crap, Frost! You're coming with us!" Glimmer snarled.
"In you're dreams!" I said as I got into a battle position.
"I'm afraid that won't be possible." Red said coolly.
"Why's that?" I replied.
"You'll see for yourself..." Red said as the three began to raise their arms, the silver dots on their gloves glowing.
(You guys didn't forget we have a reaction to iron, did you?)
Suddenly, iron chains violently shot out from behind them and wrapped themselves around my waist, my arms as well as I dropped my staff. My torso and arms began to burn an unbearable pain. I clamped my eyes shut and screamed as loud as I could without feeling like my lungs were going to burn to a crisp. Red then yanked me forwards as I was now face to face.
"What... are... you... doing?" I growled through the pain. I felt the chains begin to turn my sweatshirt sleeves to ash.
"We call them Magneto, the gloves. They allow us to be able to bend metal and iron at our will without getting burned. We've been preparing them for this moment." Flora said in her sickly sweet voice, showing her gloves off.
My eyes grew wide with horror as I realized what was happening. But there was nothing I could do. I needed help, fast. But I knew none was coming. They were going to kill me. What do I do!?
"You are coming with us-" With that, Red slammed his fist into my temple as I faded into unconsciousness.
I couldn't help but think of the Guardians and how I needed them most, right now. I needed their help, but none was to come, I knew it. I was on my own, and I wanted that. How could I be so stupid? I would have to figure out a way on my own. But how? They were going to kill me.
Dun dun daaaaa! Oh no! What's gonna happen to Jack?
Sorry if that was a pretty boring chapter, I wanted to just show you Jack's relationship with the Guardians so you kinda got a feel for the story a bit more and understood why this is now happening. Of course, normally, this is not true and the Guardians and the kids love Jack but it has to work for this story. But anyways, I hope you liked it. PLEASE leave a review and make sure to check out my other stories!;) Peace!
-SkatingDJ