FANTASTIC FOUR
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A/N: Hello again everyone! First order of business: thank you all for so much feedback on the first chapter already! It honestly means so much to me, and because of it, here's the next chapter! Haha, it's not the longest thing ever, seeing how we all know Jack's pre-Guardian history.
WARNING: if you've already read my One-Shot: Almost Everything, you've actually already seen this before. Haha. It was slightly written with this story in mind anyways, so Chapter 2 is completed.
Therefore, expect Chapter 3 quite soon!
CS: Jackson Overland was chosen to be a Guardian for a reason: this was it.
PROLOGUE II: ALMOST EVERYTHING
Jackson Overland Frost could do almost everything.
That is, remind, if the time and circumstances were right.
The truth was: they didn't grow up in the most fancy or sophisticated villages of their time. Nor were they poor, either - but just about a smaller, nice medium of an area that could be classified as the middle class of the day. The nights were warm and exciting by a fire in a wonderful little cottage, where many stories and adventures were told of brave knights, vikings, and bears, oh my. They each had soft, warm beds to curl into for the next nightly dream the Sandman would craft. They had sturdy clothing on their backs, food in their stomachs. A beautiful, shimmering lake in the summer that turned into a rink of happiness in the winter just outside their window.
It was perfect the way it was, and no one in the Frost family would change it for the world.
Jackson, more known as Jack Frost these days, was a fool at the time. Not an idiot, but a fool. A joker, a trickster, a smile to everyone's face. His stories made his younger sister laugh in glee, clapping and beg for more. His sudden jumps out of no where, followed by the ever-surprising "Boo!" made her scream, smack him once and pout. But then she'd giggle and everything would be right when she was launched on his back, twirling around in the air. Mr. Frost quickly found out as she grew up that his world revolved around his little sister: if she was happy, he was happy.
So he did whatever he could for her as she got older.
Providing her with extra food when she was just a tad more hungry, making her days brighter with a song he hummed while he patched up some of their clothing, playing games with her until she fell asleep before bed. He was a joking teenager himself, remind you, so sure, they sometimes argued over little things, or got annoyed with one another like most siblings do. She was no saint - she had a temper, that one.
But at the end of the day, Jackson Overland Frost would do anything for the little brunette who looked up to him like he was the world.
He'd even give up his life.
There were times where some situations were taken far too out of hand, and this was no exception.
She was crying, though it was so cold, her hot tears dried on the side of her face, practically evaporating into thin air. She dared not move a muscle or she'd go under without a doubt, and they both knew it. She could see the water underneath the ice sloshing around - oh, it mocked them.
"Jack," She croaked out, looking to the boy who had a pair of horrified, brown eyes gazing right back. He kept her glance, however, even when his bare feet pad against the ice, burning despite the dropping temperature. He was human, after all. It was agonizing to saunter across the frozen lake. She hardly noticed as he slipped off his ice skates slowly, throwing them off to the side moments earlier. All she heard was the cracking ice. "I'm scared." She whined, heart beating in her throat instead of her chest. She was so, so, so very afraid.
"I know, I know." Jack agreed. Honestly, he was too. This was no game now, no joke. This was real. "But you're gonna be alright." He promised her, sealing the deal as he pushed pass the pain in his feet. It was as if the ice was already seeping through him, taking over his veins and skin. "You're not gonna fall in; we're gonna have some fun instead."
A little back in forth went on as time was wasted. He promised he wouldn't let anything happen to her. She called him a liar. He promised her nothing would happen to her. She shuffled around.
Jackson Overland Frost was a teen, no, by this point, Jackson Frost was a man to his word. He was a man to his word, a man to his sister as he jumped across the ice when their life depended on it, grabbed a long, fallen branch, and yanked her forward away from the spot that shimmered and sunk.
And he kept his promise.
Jackson Overland Frost could do almost everything.
Except save himself.
The ice buckled underneath his feet as she was spun away.
With a final fleeting glance to where his sister cried out, arms outstretched as if to help him, Jack slipped under the waters of his old life, to begin one anew.
Darkness.
