When Lightning Strikes- A Jack Frost Fanfiction

8~Unwanted Help

{Trigger Warning: blades}

The constant buzz of a rapidly rotating stone sanding down metal was the only sound that filled the room as Skylar pressed a dagger onto the grindstone, sharpening the edge of the blade. The noise slowly faded out as Skylar lifted her foot off of the control pedal. The gloved hand that held the weapon pulled it up and away from the sandstone slowly, bringing it further into the light and her vision, taking off her welding goggles as she did so. She stared almost cross eyed at her work, no bumps or imperfections could be made out on the smooth , sharp metal. The blade was moved swiftly and skillfully to balance on her finger as she checked the weight distribution just as she had done for the rest of the knives. Her face lifted up into an almost unnoticeable smirk as she grabbed the dagger by the handle once more, sliding the weapon into place. The new weapon in her belt was situated inside of a small slit that sat on top of five other pockets, each one holding its own throwing knife.

Happy with her work, Skylar examined her belt once more. The hook she had made a week ago was attached to a long metal chain which hung in a bunch on her right side. The actual hook was draped across her right hip. Empty belt loops crossed her mid section before leading to the fore mentioned blades which all sat securely in their own respective pockets.

After hanging up her extremely dirty work apron on the available hook next to the furnace and switching out her gloves, Skylar sprinted down the stairs. As she descended, the weight on her right hip did little to slow her down because of how well the belt supported it; Thanks to her handiwork, she could attach almost anything to that belt and still be able to move as if it wasn't there. The only problem the metal workings caused was the clanging noise they made as the chains clashed together each time her leg moved.

After stepping down to the ground floor, Skylar's eyes flicked around the room in search for the things that needed to be done. Her gaze would stop and focus on one thing only for it to rapidly move to the next mere seconds later. Her sight line traveled slow enough to keep herself from getting dizzy yet fast enough to keep her mind occupied as she made a mental checklist of the chores that needed completing.

Purple eyes flicked around the room as Skylar attempted to find as much busywork as possible. So far today she had swept 3 crumbs off her kitchen floor, replaced a perfectly good lamp, and sharpened the blades that she never used. To say the least, she was bored. She had been bored for almost a week now, longing for some sort of problem in her house to pop up so she would have something to do. Yet, much to her dismay, no such problems occurred.

"At this point I would take any form of entertainment" Skylar mumbled under her breath; she had developed a habit of thinking out loud song decades ago.

"I might be able to help with that"

Skylar whipped her head around quickly, extremely startled by the noise, only to find the same white haired boy that had bothered her less than a week ago. Skylar regained her composure before speaking.

"Is this just a normal thing for you? Breaking into peoples houses and then covering their windows in frost?" Skylar said, gesturing to the patterns of white frost quickly spreading across the recently opened window.

"I don't usually go inside, but yeah, mostly" The winter spirit responded, his signature mischievous smirk evident on his face.

Skylar scoffed before lightly shaking her head and looking down. She placed her head in her hands before speaking.

"What do you want Frost?" Skylar sternly stated as she dragged her hand up her forehead and through her hair, her head pulling itself back up to look at him.

Jack subtly shook his head as he hopped down from the window sill onto a table and then the ground as he responded.

"Weren't you the one looking for something fun to do?" Skylar tried to cut in to shut him down but he spoke again before she got the chance.

"Plus, this trip isn't about me. Phil!" Jack called out to the empty space behind a confused Skylar.

"Who's Ph- woah" Skylar couldn't get the question out before a burlap sack was shoved over her head, her body instantly being consumed by darkness.

{trigger warning: claustrophobiai}

The rough burlap collapsed around Skylar and all of the sudden she felt as if all of the air had disappeared from her lungs. Her feet thrashed around, kicking the sack violently in an attempt to free herself from the scratchy prison and the air seemed to thin around her. The sack only seemed to constrict tighter around her the harder she pushed and no matter how hard she  tried, she could pull no breath from the sweaty air. The bag walls somehow tightened further as the sack was hoisted up and off of the ground. Skylar felt a slicing pain in her arm as her recently sharpened hook adjusted to the new position of the walls. Still kicking with all her might and gasping for the seemingly fleeting air, Skylar reached for one of the daggers kept inside of her belt. Pulling out the overly sharpened blade, Skylar quickly slashed through the side of the sack, which caused a large hole to open up, and rolled forward out of the bag.

{trigger warning end}
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