When Lightning Strikes- A Jack Frost Fanfiction

4~Zipping

Skylar replayed the battle she had watched from the shadows over and over again in her head as she pounded the hot metal onto the curve of the anvil. One gloved hand gripped the base of the metal while the other held a hammer that continuously swung down onto the steel.

She had worked on many things shaped like this previously so the movements were basically muscle memory. As her arm continued to strike down she continued to daydream about the events that had taken place slight less than 9 years prior.

Skylar had watched the whole thing unfold, from the street lamps shattering in a line, to The Sandman wrapping his golden whip around Pitch's arm, she even watched as Jamie wrapped his arms around Jack in a tight embrace.

That's right. Jamie had hugged Jack Frost. A spirit, who, days prior, was part of "the second group" and had no believers, was hugged by a kid. A kid who believed in him, a kid that he saved, a kid who cared about him.

Although Skylar knew, deep down, she was too dangerous to be around kids, she couldn't help the sense of want that swelled up in her. She craved to be seen. She wanted a kid to look at her and smile, or tell their friends stories about what she did for them. She wanted to show them what it was like in her world, watching storms inside of clouds, hopping between lightning bolts, rain constantly blowing through your hair.

She dunked the hook into the water trough next to her before laying it on the nearby table. She took her goggles off, moving them to rest on the top of her head. Pulling off her full leather gloves she replaced them with her everyday fingerless ones, buttoning them up. She hung up her apron before ascending up to her bedroom, her mind running wild as she contemplated visiting Jamie.

Jamie had been the first one to see Jack Frost, maybe he would see her too!

She managed to talk herself into it, mentioning the fact that she needed more metal for her hook, so she would have to go out anyway. Why not visit Burgees while she's in the area. As long as she keeps her emotions in check and doesn't stay for too long, the weather would stay clear. Plus, she had her gloves to protect people from any accidental sparking.

Skylar made her way to the ladder by the side of her bedroom before climbing up. It was old and wooden, something she had picked up from the scrap yard during her trips. Luckily, her gloves protected her from the many splinters she would have gotten from the thing. She pushed open the trapdoor at the top of the ladder and stepped onto the roof. Closing the hatch, she looked around.

The windmill had not spun once since Skylar had lived there, she had even managed to bolt them down onto the base. Still, she always made sure to jump from the side opposite the blades, just to be extra cautious.

Backing up slowly, she gave herself room for a running start. A swift buildup of speed always helped with the mentality of throwing yourself off a high building, and even though Skylar zipped across these exact fields extremely often, she was not completely numb to the fear of her powers suddenly failing her. She planted her feet into the floor, fixing her gaze on the spot she would zip to before sprinting to the other side and springing into the air.

The second Skylar had reached the peak of her arc she zipped to the edge of her view, the cloud above the furthest point she could see. Since it was still somewhat close to her home, the cloud was dark and dense, perfect for her to stand on. Before she took even one other step she did it again, zipping to the furthest cloud. This was her way of traveling, many short segments of moving at the speed of light. The rhythm only changing when the clouds were no longer able to carry her. When that happened, she switched to zipping across the surface of the ocean.

The wind whipped through her cloak as she went and if it weren't for the clasps in the front, the jacket would be long gone by now. Although her way of traveling was extremely quick, she was often left alone on these long trips, resorting back inside her mind when she got tired of gazing at the bland, open space above the ocean. She started reminiscing on the memories of a different time, before she had died.

Skylars favorite memories were of then, not to say that she didn't love the gift she had been bestowed. She absolutely loved her powers for the most part, they were useful in many different aspects. It's just that sometimes she got....

Lonely.

Skylar missed the constant company of her brother, she missed the constant jokes passing through the air as she ate dinner with people who truly cared about her, she even missed getting her rare alone time interrupted by a bored Cole, dragging her to play with him.

She had almost failed to notice when the ocean switched to solid ground, the fact only settling in after she had zipped a few more times. In the small time she had left of her journey she attempted to further map out the area, memorizing different natural formations and towns. She had the whole world on a mental map in her head from birds eye view, but down on the ground things were a little different.

Skylar arrived at the college town, completely forgetting about her junk yard excuse to swing by. Scouting out the town, Skylar made her way to a tree in the Bennett's.

She perched herself on the tree, somewhat squatting on the stable branch. She watched as Jamie played in the snow with his friend, throwing snowballs at each other with half finished snowman in the background. As she watched, she attempted to pep talk herself into hopping down and talking to him. She swung her body purposefully off the tree, landing in a crouched position. That is what she came here for, right?

Right.

She hadn't come here to watch as the kids in the neighborhood had fun, she had come to see if he would believe in her like he did with Jack.

She had just gone to take a step toward the boys when her mind started running wild.

Who was she kidding, of course he wouldn't believe in her, no one did (Skylar was pacing underneath the tree at this point). And what if he did! What then? What would she even say to him?

"You know those storms that kill hundreds of people and leave thousands of others homeless? Yeah that was me!"

It's not like he would run up and give her a hug, pat her on the back for the destruction she caused. What was she even doing here? She should go. It's much safer for everyone if she just stays in her windmill all day, now and for the rest of her li-

Her thoughts were interrupted as a raindrop fell onto her cheek.

The first of many.