What's that? Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's a 2-month delayed update!

I'm baaaaack! And I come with sad news. This story is almost to an end. We're not there yet, but almost. Let's play a game. It'll lighten ya'll's mood. It's find the needle in a haystack RotG style. The needle is Jack Frost, the haystack is his currently messed up and warped mind. Come on, whoever finds him first wins!

WARNING!: LONG AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BOTTOM!

GOOD JACK (I WIN! )

Jack looked around, though there wasn't much to look at. However that was the least of his worries. He had to get out, he had to. Where he was currently residing was torment. He could hear the thoughts that weren't his. He sees every action that his body does. And the worst part was he couldn't stop it. He couldn't control it. He couldn't do anything about it. He was forced to watch every move he made, every evil deed he did.

Only once, he had gotten control. And even if it was only for a while he hoped and prayed he got his message across. He would try again, maybe longer. However, Jackson Overland Frost was burnt out. That moment had drained him. His head began to hurt with migraine like pain. His body was weak. The shadows weren't helping at all.

You're gonna die! They whispered in his ears. You're not gonna make it! What's the point?! He closed his eyes and covered his ears, doing his best to block the sound out. Stop your tenacious fighting! You're only causing yourself harm. He didn't care. He continued his struggle and tried to hatch a plan. Because he had one mission, and one mission alone. He was gonna get out of this mess. One way, or another.

JACK'S POV

Jackson clenched his teeth as another wave of nausea went over him. To be honest, he has never had so much trouble flying. He was sick. He was an immortal being and he was sick. Which is very abnormal. His head was killing him. His stomach was in knots and personally, he near tears. But Jack Frost doesn't cry.

As he sucked in a breath another wave of nausea went through him. Along with it came an unbearable pain. It racked his skeleton and he almost threw up. The bile burned his throat as he forced it back down. A few tears managed to escape as he let out a cry of pain escape his throat. His mind was scrambled. And he fell a few feet as he lost control of the wind. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed to get help and fast. He sighed and attempted to make this trip as short as possible.

The trip took much longer than anticipated. Waves of sickness washed over his form, each stronger than the last. He was actually surprised he made it. Opening the door and stumbled inside. "Pitch?" he called out. He waited for the dark man to come in, but his patience was running thin. He noticed that each of the others gave him looks of sympathy or concern, including Jubilee.

Jack almost scowled when Pitch took his time walking over to him. "Yes?" he asked him, as if he couldn't see that Jack was in pain.

"What's going on?" Jack asked him, his teeth gritted in pain. He was irritated. First the incident with the kids, now he feels like he's giving birth. He growled inaudibly as Pitch took his time answering his question.

"It's the good in you Jack. It's fighting you. You must fight back."

"Fight back?" He asked. "And, I'm supposed to do that how exactly?" Pitch only shrugged. Jack could feel his anger boiling. But he didn't care to know what happens when you lash out on Pitch. So he simply left the room slamming the door behind him and took to the air.

JAMIE'S POV

"That might work." Jamie said into the phone. He was determined to help Jack. He had called Pippa over the phone. She had to go home that morning but was still willing to help. Currently they were going over plans and strategies.

"So it could work?" she asked.

"It could defiantly work. If it doesn't, I don't know what would. When do you think…Whoa.." Jamie let his sentence trail off, as he stared out the window. His eyes stayed glued to it and his eyes widened. The once clear weather outside had suddenly turned foul. The gray, wispy, stratus clouds of the night sky, turned dark and menacing. The gentle breezes became strong stormy gales. The clean landscape became a deadly winter wonderland. The cheerful air of the young night suddenly became an almost chocking atmosphere of confusion and worry.

"Jamie….." Pippa asked. "You see this too?"

"Yea. I do." He replied.

"Jamie! You have to go to bed sooner or later!" his mother called, startling him. it was Friday, so he could stay up as long as he wanted.

"Ok!" he called to her. Into the phone he said, "Pippa, I have to go."

"Kay." She said. "Good night." There was a click as the call ended. Jamie put up the phone and turned his gaze back to the window. He knew this was the work of Jackson Overland Frost. Weather he wanted to believe or not. He got off the couch and pulled on his heaviest winter coat, snow boots, scarf and of course his hat. He was going to help his friend. There was only one little problem, he could not find his gloves. Did he really want frostbite? He looked out the window. I can't believe I'm doing this. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as far down as they would go. He took a deep breath and, pushed open the door and went outside. As the door closed behind him, he almost instantly regretted his decision.

The wind blew cold snow of biting temperatures in his face. His shoes got stuck constantly in the already deep snow. Looking up, he saw the source of the sudden storm. There was Jack, looking like he was letting out a lot of anger. Even from where he was, Jamie could see Jack's eyes shifting back and forth. Blue, yellow, blue, yellow.

"Jack!" the boy called. He felt a little stupid, standing there calling out to his 'imaginary' friend. But he had to do this. He just had to help. "Jack!" he called again. He yelled continually over the high winds. However, no matter what he did, Jackson didn't hear him. Suddenly, his eyes turned blue and focused on him. They showed a mix of surprise and pleading.

"Jamie? Wha-" suddenly with a cry of pain, the young man's eyes went back to yellow. He clutched his head but his focus stayed on him. The eyes went from the pleading blue to piercing yellow. The eyes pierced his body and seemed to read his soul. Jamie had a pretty good hunch on what was happening. Jack was simply fighing his inner demons. He saw it in a horror movie once. He tried to remember what happened next. He forced his hands out of his warm pockets, cupped them around his lips, and yelled. It was an action he instantly regretted. His hands immediately went numb from the cold air swirling around his form. But he felt he should keep Jack's attention on him.

"Jack!" he yelled. Jack kept his focus on him. It was kinda creeping him out and his hands were officially numb. He couldn't feel his fingers, but he was getting a little worried. Shaking his head of the thoughts, he yelled once again. "Jack! Fight it! You can do it!" he yelled for his friend.

A look of annoyance crossed the older boy's face, and he picked up the wind and blew it towards Jamie, causing him to stumble. However, Jamie Bennet isn't one who gives up so easily. Holding his ground, he raised his numb hands to his lips once more. "Jack!" the persistent twelve year old yelled once again. The teen's facial features contorted into an annoyed scowl, slight anger blazing in his eyes. The wind picked up once more, and with it came a large dumpster. Jamie didn't have time to dodge as it came towards him. The large metal box hit him head on, sending him flying across the street. Jamie tried to hold onto consciousness as long as he could. But his head was pounding, and his hands were so numb, and his body was so cold. The darkness seemed so comfy. As his eyes fluttered shut, he saw Jack fall from the sky.

GOOD JACK'S POV

NO! the young man thought as he watched his body preformed the task at hand. He felt as anger churned in his very being once more. This time at Pitch and at himself. He suddenly felt a burst of adrenaline run through veins mingling with his blood. He stood up on shaky legs, ignoring the pain the shadows had inflicted on him as they became stronger. They seemed surprised by his sudden action, but that didn't compare to when he managed to send a blast of ice at his alter ego. The blue light illuminated the cavern known as his mind. His 'twin' turned just in time to block the blast.

"And here I was thinking it would be easy to get rid of you." He said.

Jack paid his comments no mind as he charged at his 'twin' fueled by pure anger. "How could you do that to Jamie?!" he asked him enraged. Tears were streaming down his face for the boy. The double shot at Jack in an attempted surprise attack. Key word: attempted. The two boys fought for control of the body they inhabited once and for all. The dark corridors lit up with the blast of blue magic. Neither of them willing to give up. Suddenly Jack went to an extreme, and stabbed his doppelganger with the end of his staff. His copy gave him an amused look.

"Really?" he asked. "Is that th-" he was cut off as Jack suddenly shot a blast of ice into his body, freezing from the inside out. The doppelganger stuttered in disbelief. This cold he could feel. He could feel it creeping in his veins, and stopping his heart completely. He turned his yellow eyes to Jack and smiled as if to say, 'good game.' He then fell back, dead. Jack watched as he turned into black sand and an invisible wind blew him away. Jack suddenly felt fatigued and overwhelmed. Jack felt his body lurch forward as it fell from the sky. And even though his whole body hurt like hell, he had to get Jamie.

Getting up quickly, he ran over to the boy. He bit his lip in worry as he survived the body. He picked the boy up and looked for the nearest house. The first one he saw was Claude and Caleb's. He ran over and knocked on the door….okay, he banged on the door with such force he was sure he would break it in. The door was finally opened by a tired looking Caleb. His eyes widened at the sight of Jamie.

"Give him over!" He yelled. Jack did so, it was then he noticed Jamie's hands, and the severe frostbite eating away at his fingers. "Caleb, make sure he gets to the hospital." The boy nodded and laid Jamie on the couch, shooting a worried glace at his friend, he called 911. He told the doctor of his friend's condition.

"Boys! Shut the damn door!" a woman's voice yelled. Claude then came stumbling out of his room and shut the door.

Jack stood there on the porch, waiting for the ambulance. Fifteen minutes later, it came and he watched as his best friend was loaded into the back via stretcher. Suddenly he was once again filled to the brim with worry, and overwhelmed with fatigue. He felt his form sway and then felt the pain of his head hitting the wooden floor of the porch.

(Looks up to find a multitude of angry faces. ) I'm 99% sure It's illegal to murder people. As in put the guns down. I'm sorry I didn't update! Don't kill me! It seems rushed…is it rushed… you know what? Don't answer that…..

Grrrrrrr… I'm like so fed up with this chapter. I don't hate it. It's just that it seemed about 400 x 104 better in my head. (Use your math skills to answer that little math equation. It's only scientific notation Put the answer in your review, there might be a surprise for you) 7000 better. (See if you can put that in scientific notation) I promise! Also, my muse (that oddly looks like Jack) is slinking away. This Is what happened.

ME: Hey! Where you going?

JACK: (cringing; muttering) Busted! (out loud) ummm…. Next door?

ME: Why?

JACK: Because your mind is about as much torment as my mind in the story is!

ME: Who do you plan on meeting 'next door'?

JACK: Ummm…..Hiccup, Merida, and Punzie? (attemping to grope for the doorknob)

ME: Okay. Have fun.

JACK: (surprised) You're just going to let me leave like that? What about this story?!

ME: It'll work out, they always do. Now leave before I change my mind.

(Jack leaves quickly, shutting the door behind him. I count down from 10 and there is a loud 'manly' scream. The door opens right back up and Jack runs back in, breathing hard.)

ME: Back so soon?

JACK: That place is worse than here! Why aren't they dead!

ME: You can't kill the characters within the first 3 chapters. Where's the fun in that? By the way, we're moving, next door.

JACK: What?

ME: We're moving. Why? Mostly due to the fact that all my ideas have moved over there.

JACK: (sweating) Yay?