Heatstroke (Jack Frost, Rise of the Guardians, Fan Fiction)

Chapter 37

(Romanna's POV)

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Inhaling a deep breath, I stood tall, glaring Pitch directly in the eyes.

My expression was deadly harsh, and my glare would be enough to burn a hole in to his skull.

'So, now ya know. Ya know what I am and why I'm here. Don't think for one moment that I'm not capable of bringing you down. Let Jessica go, and walk away. Pitch just walk away. I don't wanna hurt you, but if you don't leave now, I will rip you to shreds.

This is your last warning. Give me my sista.' I demanded. My voice was on the verge of yelling.

Everyone in the room looked absolutely terrified, but it wasn't Pitch that scared them so much, it was me.

They all saw the dream story, and they all saw that the prophecy was false. This has made them scared because I am an unpredictable force that has been majorly angered.

I am angry with MiM for treating me like this, I'm angry that Pitch has the nerve to kidnap my sister and I'm angry because I feel weak. I feel like I've been exploited, pushed around and used for my power, my gift.

Everyone looked back and forth between Pitch and I, then backed a few steps away from me, even Cupid seemed uneasy with standing within such close proximity to me. But he unfortunately couldn't reveal any kind of real discomfort because it would give Pitch more of a reason to continue what he is doing. Cupid needs to keep his act together and at least pretend to be brave. If he's scared to stand next to me, (and I haven't done anything scary except yell) I do not want to see him in the middle of a battle, that would be disastrous.

A sudden cold sensation in my hand forced my attention off of the crowd and Pitch, and onto Jack. He had been accidentally pushed away from me by the crowd and was standing on the other side of the room with the other Guardians when Pitch first showed up. But now he has slowly made his way back over to me and was holding my hand firmly in his.

Even without the link, he knew that I was probably more scared then anyone else in this room. My fearlessness and bravery was mostly caused by stubbornness, hurt and fear. He was giving me the strength I needed to calm my nerves by showing he had my back and wasn't going to leave my side no matter what. Maybe I can actually pull this off. Pitch has been standing there for a while now; contemplating over his next move. Let's hope he chooses to leave without a fight because I don't want people getting hurt.

'You. You may have my daughter's powers but you are not her. You can't tell me what to do! You want me to walk away? Hahaha! But the fun has only just begun! I want to see what you can do!

You want your sister, well come get her before my nightmares reach her and she'll live. But there's a catch. When I give my nightmares the order, they will be free to attack everyone in this room. I know you want to save her, but are willing to let hundreds of innocent people die to save only one person? Make your choice!' He screeched while setting his nightmares loose to do as they please.

'Dad get Jess! I've got your back!' I yelled while slamming my foot into the wodden floor, making the room shake and forcing my powers activate.

I immediately transformed into my Spring-like Mother Nature dress. Ugh, I need to get a shorter name for my super powered dress form. Hey why not that? It's my Spring form, I'll call it that.

'Yes!' I quickly whisper to myself, enjoying the small amount of pleasure I received from actually getting my powers to work on command.

'Wait! How did you-...?!' Pitch hissed while watching me suddenly blast mini balls of fire and strong gusts of wind at any nightmares who got in my father's path to my sister.