A/N :
Hanyoualchemist1 : Gheez, I always re-read my chapters and still miss those stupid typos. Fixed it now. XP
TTT / Allysun08 / Mikazuki Mitsukai : Thanks a lot ! ^^
SaiyanPrincess : Tooth in worried mother-hen-mode is adorable, I agree. :)
AinsleyWright : Thanks. I think it's a little bit disturbing that there won't be anymore hiding from North now. He'll always know where they are. Always. *lol*
The wind carried him away, as far away as possible. He didn't want to be found anytime soon, at least not before he had made up his mind about how he was going to deal with it.
With speed that would have put a jetplane to shame he crossed a whole ocean until he reached the place he had always come to when he couldn't take the cruelty of the world anymore. The place where he didn't have to face anything or anyone.
Antarctica.
As soon as his feet had touched the icy ground Jack felt is legs tremble under the weight of his emotional state.
Why had he done it? Why had he lost control over himself? Why had he been so…so stupid!?
The guardians and him had been on good terms, he was even starting to see them as family and a tiny part of him believed they felt the same about him.
But nooo, he had to act like a hysteric brat and ruin it all by screaming accusations at them. No matter how justified it had felt that moment, as soon as he had become aware of his own words he had felt nothing but guilt, shame and anger directed at himself.
And above all, fear.
He feared that he had dug his own grave, so to speak. That the guardians wouldn't forgive him his outburst, all the mean things he had thrown at them.
He feared they would take this occasion to cast him out once and for all.
No, they wouldn't do that, they really did care about him. Or did they? And even if so, was their, he had trouble forming the word in his mind, love strong enough to forgive him his temper?
For who knows how long he walked aimlessly through the white no-man's-land, stuck in his own destructive thoughts until he noticed something from the corner of his eyes catching his attention.
An enormous bizarre sculpture made of black ice protruded from the vast emptiness, countless razor sharp spikes seemingly stabbing the cold air surrounding it.
Jack sighed in disbelief, followed by a low sarcastic chuckle.
Antarctica was huge and of all the places the wind could have dropped him it chose to bring him close to where he had fought with Pitch several months ago.
The place where he had actually considered, if only for a short moment, to join the Nightmare King after the guardians had turned their backs on him.
Where he had handed his staff, his only possession and conduit of power, to him and had to experience what physical pain its destruction caused.
Where Baby Tooth had almost died because of him.
Of course this also had been the very place where he had watched his memories for the first time, where he had realized why he had been chosen, restored his faith, fixed his staff and saved the little fairy.
But right now he was too upset to take notice of that, his disturbed mind being too strongly focused on the negative aspects of what had happened here.
To him, this sculpture wasn't the proof of a good fight and eventual victory against the boogeyman, it was the mocking reflection of whatever mess he had caused in his 300 years of existence.
Suddenly anger boiled up inside him, he could still hear Pitch's evil laughter echoing from that blasted monstrosity of black ice.
With a frantic scream he lunged into the air and fired his powers at the frozen sculpture with an energetic swirl of his staff. However, the combination of ice and nightmare sand proved to be sturdier and therefor harder to destroy than he had assumed. He had hoped it would crumble into pieces after a single attack but all he had managed to pulverize was the top and a few of the spikes.
Not even this he could do right. Teeth clenched, fists balled and eyes squeezed shut before his heartbeat increased to unknown heights and another, this time even more furious, attack followed.
When the snowy dust around him cleared and he had to see that there was still half of the freaking thing standing tall any remainder of sober reasoning was forgotten. With blind anger he threw himself against it, kicking and beating the slick surface, smiling in desperate glee whenever a crack appeared or when he managed to break off one of the few opposing spikes.
The wind, who had observed this unusual alarming behaviour decided that enough was enough and embraced his young master in a soft embrace. Jack struggled against the faint touch but it didn't succumb.
With the force of a brick hitting him he abruptly came back to his senses and realized what he was doing.
He was losing control and letting his temper get the better of him…again. Was allowing his anger to roam free and cause nothing but destruction.
Resigned about himself the winter teen let the wind carry him back down to the ground where he collapsed to his knees the moment it had released him. Fresh tears started falling from his sapphire blue eyes as he let go of his staff and grabbed his head in despair, his fingers entangled in wild locks of white hair.
Why did he keep messing everything up?
A/N : I feel a little guilty for Jack, so much angst. He needs hugs. *hugs him*
