Believe in Me

Close Your Eyes

Jack ran after Jamie up the stairs, quickly laying the small spirit on the bed. He would find a way to clean the sheets later, for now, there wasn't time or enough room for another thought to go through the winter spirit's head to put something over the bed to keep the blood off. Jamie rushed back into the room within seconds, carrying a large white breifcase like box close to his chest. "Here!" He panted, brushing the pencils and drawings off of his desk carelessly and setting the box down, opening it up. Inside were tools that Jack had never seen before, some sort of scalpel like thing, a pulse-checker thing.. Jack wasn't too familiar with doctor like words, they had changed so much over the hundreds of years since he had actually had them used on him, but either way he could still figure out the purpose of most of the hygenic metal tools laid neatly in their places in the organized box. He looked to Ilia to try and figure out what was bleeding the most but all he saw were small but deep cuts all over, no specific spot. But Jamie saw otherwise, running to the bedside and looking down quickly until he found a gash right across the fox girl's chest. "Jack, pass me the bandages! I've seen mom work sometimes, I think I can do it!" Jack usually would've tried to help out more but he honestly had no idea what to do now, glad beyond anything that Jamie had some sort of expirience that he couldn't make up. The white haired teen nodded, turning and taking a second to find the white wrappings camoflauging into the rest of the white and silver mix. He turned and tossed with expert aim, perfected from the years of snowball throwing, and Jamie caught it without hesitation. Jack was proud of the boy, watching how intimately he worked, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he, though slowly, found a way to wrap up the deep wound, running then to the box himself as if he had forgotten there was anyone else in the room. Jack would've chuckled if the situation weren't so serious. Jamie looked so grown up, barking orders and doing a job so well, it was like he had been taught professionally. Jack was impressed, but still the worry and anxiety fluttered through his eyes like birds that had gotten shaken out of a tree, flying away into the sky. She wasn't doing too good.. the room was silent excluding the thumping of Jamie's hurried footsteps across the floor and the uneven breathing that came from the unmoving figure, the only indication that she might even still be alive. Her eyes were closed tightly in pain, squeezed shut to try and block out the sting of the bandages being pressed against the open cuts. Jack still felt so guilty.. but that had to be pushed aside at least for now. All he could do was stay out of Jamie's way and watch over the girl. "It'll be alright.." he promised her, and he wouldn't let her down.

Suddenly, around ten minutes later, it was like time stopped. The little noise in the room fell silent, Jamie froze and the only thing keeping them working, the only sourse of rythem at all fell quiet. She's stopped breathing. Jack jumped off the table he had seated himself on, running to the girl's side with wide eyes. This couldn't be happening.. but sure enough, the eyes that were squeezed shut had relaxed, the tightly clenched fists had released themselves. Jamie held the bandage he was working on tight in his hands, it sticking to itself and crumbling up. "N.. no.." he whispered, dropping the material in his hands and looking up at Jack for reasurrance, but just seeing the same surprised, scared look he weilded himself. Jack opened his mouth to say something... and the window burst open. 

The two boys spun around, looking up to see what had snapped them out of their sorrowed daze, just seeing a shadowed figure being encased by the darkness, hidden from the moonlight's glow. Jack felt a fury he had never had before start to form up in him. Had Pitch come to watch her die..?! To see his good work?! Jack had never wanted to hurt anyone, other than the time when Pitch had ran that arrow through Sandy, but right now the urge was building so heavily in him it was hard to control. He grabbed his staff from his side, tightening his grip on it and glaring up at the shadow. "Jack wait.." Jamie said quietly, head tilted slightly in confusion. "Jami..." The winter spirit started angrily but slowly forgot his words as he realized what the boy was trying to say. That wasn't Pitch.. The figure slowly stepped out of his shadow of glory, stepping down from the windowsill like it was a staircase. His stance was tall but his look was sad. He had eyes a faded red like blood. Straight black hair fell over his shoulders, down to his chest in length and a torn red cape hung from around his neck. He had an aura of mysteriousness to him.. but also sadness. But it wasn't enough for Jack to drop his guard. The man looked between the two, then at Ilia from the corner of his eye, so peacefully "sleeping" despite the number of still bleeding wounds and horrible damage she had over her. Jack followed his gaze, the anger fading slightly and being replaced with the horrible guilting sadness from before. He wanted to fall, to cry, but he couldn't in front of the one who looked up to him to be strong. He sucked up the last breath he could find, forcing it to be more like a sigh than a gasp of tears as he turned to face the man again. "Who are you..?"

"Grey Loss.. you would know me better as Death, or The Grim as some humans put it.." 

Jack Frost stared in surprise between both the tall man and the child on the bed, not caring of his name, not caring of anything but the words that kept repeating nonstop like an echo in his head... he had come for Ilia.. she was gone.

If you want a mental picture on how I thought Grey Loss/Death looks like, look up Vincent Valentine from final fantasy. ^^' He just sort of fit the mental picture.. sorry for the shortish chapter, really tired.