HI! I know this Chapter is like...SUPER DUPER EXTREMELY SHORT. Think of It as a Part one. And the Second Part Will Be up either Later Today, or Tomorrow. SO! Don't worry! It's not That I'm lazy...I just Felt like Posting what I Got... SO! Don't hate Me!
Aster stood staring at the lift entrance Jack had left on. What the fuck just happened? Aster looked around his home, his feet unmoving. His eyes settled on Jack's cup of coffee. It's still warm. He turned his head to the lift once again. The fuck… Aster let his thoughts trail off as he tried to assess what had happened. How the fuck was I off the ground. And what was going on with the wall? How the hell-. Aster's thoughts and questions began to give him a headache so, he started to walk towards his bedroom. He passed Jack's steaming cup of coffee and frowned. He quickly changed his course for the window that overlooked the street. He opened it roughly and stuck his head out to look. His eyes surveyed the sidewalk up and down the way. No sign that Jack would be within earshot if he were to yell.
Aster sighed and closed the window, turning around to look towards the kitchen. Jack's coffee was still warm. A solemn look passed across Aster's face as he made his way towards the bathroom. A shower aught to calm my nerves.
Jack was still walking towards home, no longer accompanied by a creature. He sighed sadly, wishing he hadn't left. The creature was right though, he couldn't stay, if he really decided he cared about Aster, he had to stay away. Jack saw his home in the distance, he let out a shuddered breath as he slowly slumped along the sidewalk. I really don't want to go home.
Jack closed his eyes as he made his way home, not caring if he saw where he was going. That is, until he bumped into something. He sighed as he reluctantly opened his eyes, rubbing his face. Looking up he saw a tall thin man glaring down at him. Jack flinched underneath the man's eyes. Jack noticed that this tall man's body was shaped like a coffin, almost as if foreboding Jack of something awful. The man's eyes softened and a smile crept upon his lips.
"Excuse me young man, are you Jack Frost?" The man had raised an eyebrow to accompany his question.
Jack gave the man a confused expression, "Who's asking?"
"My apologies, my name is, Charon." The man held out his bony hand to Jack.
"Then yes, my name is in fact, Jack Frost." Jack began to reach for the man's hand, until the man's soft smile changed into a sly one. Jack held his hand slightly before touching the man's, "How do you know me?"
The man's smile stayed sly looking, with his more than sharp teeth showing, "Well, according to," He pulled out an ancient looking scroll, "this scroll here, its time for you to cross the river."
Jack titled his head, "I don't live near any river. I'm sorry, you must have the wrong person." Jack attempted to walk around the peculiar man, stopping when the man stepped into his way.
The man rolled the scroll back up and stuck it inside his long black coat, "Unfortunately, I do not. If you'd please take my hand so we can get going." the man extended his hand towards Jack.
Jack stepped back quickly, "No, thank you. The only place I'm going is home,"
Jack stepped into the road to walk to the other side to walk as far away from the strange man as possible. Jack shortly found out that simply walking into the street without checking for traffic, was a bad idea as a car sped past him. Jack froze in the middle of the street, afraid of getting hit. Jack looked both ways seeing traffic heading towards him from both sides, he dashed towards the other side.