Hey! I got really inspired in class today after i finished an essay, so i wrote this shorter chapter, which will kinda lead up to the big fight. Enjoy!

Jack and Jamie sat together on the floor in Jamie's room, his math homework scattered around them.

"I still don't get it."

Jamie was laying on his stomach, and his head fell down onto his arms in defeat.

"Just give it one more shot. If you still don't get it we can take a break and get back to it later."

Jack sat cross-legged next to the boy and rested and reassuring hand on his back. Jamie groaned and looked the math problem. "I still don't like putting letters in a math problem..."

Jack smiled, laughing softly to himself. "I know kiddo. Letters should stay in English."

"Boys! Dinner's ready!"

Jamie took the opportunity to jump up and run out the door. Jack got up more slowly and glanced out the darkened window. His breath caught in his throat as he saw a lone figure standing it the shadows. He blinked and they were gone.

"I got a bad feeling about this."

"Jack?" Jamie was back and looked into the room the see Jack looking really pale and just staring out the window. His question got his attention though and he turned away, the color slowly returning to his pale features.

"Huh? oh yea, I'm coming." Jack walked out of the room and tried to get his heart to start up again.

"Whats wrong?" Jamies asked, walking next to the teen. "Was it them?"

"No. No, I don't think so. I'm fine." Jamie was going to ask more questions, but Jack sped up and quickly reached the dining room. Jamie sat next to Jack as they ate, but Jack didn't say anything the entire meal.

"Jack, can I talk to you for a few minutes? In private?" Jamie's mom suddenly asked.

"Sure"

They both got up from the table and walking into the living room. Sitting on the couch, she motioned for him to take a seat.

"There is something going on with you. I know you haven't told me everything, and I really need to know what."

Jack's heart sunk. He knew he couldn't do this for long, but he thought he would get a little more time. If he went to the pole, he could help, but then, the pole was hectic and he didn't feel that would help with his stress.

Something moving behind her made Jack freeze. A dark figure, hunched over and covered in a dark black cloak, stood in the window.

She was about to speak again when she saw all of the color drain from Jacks' face. He looked terrified. She followed his gaze to the window behind her but didn't see anything.

"Jack?"

Nothing, He didn't even acknowledge her presence anymore. Suddenly she felt a cold draft move past her and Jack leaped up from the chair he was in and started backing away from something. Suddenly he ducked and she heard a loud thud and a dent appeared in the wall the used to be directly behind his head.

"What is going on!"

She must have been talking louder than she had thought because Jamie and Sophie came running down the stairs, only to freeze when they caught sight of Jack and the thing that she was now sure was there. Jack glanced over at them and something changed in him. He looked dangerous then.

"Maybe taking away your powers was not punishment enough? Maybe I should take away them as well?"

That was the last straw. Jack took a few deep breaths and could feel the mind numbing terror recede, to be replaced by resolve. If she wanted them, she would have to go through him.

"No."

He felt himself relaxing, and he took a ready stance. She actually looked surprised at that.

"No? What do you mean NO! You couldn't stop me when you had your powers, what makes you think you can stop me now that you have nothing?"

Jamie used this time to slowly move to hide behind a wall, dragging Sophie with him. Once they were out of sight, Jack smiled.

"You're about to find out what I can do, with or without my powers."

Then he sprinted towards her. Taken by surprise, she didn't even get a chance to move before Jack darted around her and out the door.

"FROST!"

He heard the scream from the house and knew she would follow him, not go after the kids or their mom. As he ran, he mentally slapped himself. Now Jamies Mom would think he was an insane psychopath.

Resigning to think about that later, he barely rolled in time to avoid being impaled by a shard of, well, whatever it was she threw. Looking around, He dodged another projectile and darted into an alleyway. A pile of discarded wood leaned up against the wall, and he hurriedly scrambled behind it. Pressing himself as far back as he could, He struggled to catch his breath.

"Not my best plan."

As i said, this is a shorter chapter to kinda lead up to the big fight and probably the longest chapter yet! SURPRISE!

(Consider this an apology for the long gap!)