My Guardian Angel- Jack Frost fan fiction

Chapter 7- Things start going wrong

Though I don't get cold often, I began to shiver. Not surprising, really, when you consider it was about -1 at that moment and I was hugging the spirit of winter. But still I would not let go. I shuddered visibly, my teeth chattered and I began getting pins and needles in my feet. After all Jack had gone through, I could be freezing for a few moments longer.

"Okay, I think it's time I get you home." Jack said patting me gently on the back.

"N-no I'm f-fine." I said. (Who was I kidding, I sounded like an idiot).

"Yeah Snowflake, 'cores you are."

We stood up and I hopped on his back.

As we soared up into the skies, I couldn't help but snuggle my face into the back of Jack's hoodie. I could feel the frost patterns stuck there melting under my face. I breathed out causing Jack to shuddered. What the hell! He couldn't be cold, I mean come on, that's basically impossible. I tried it again. The same shudder. He wasn't ticklish, was he?

I would have to file that away for another time.

Something in the wind changed. I could feel it. It was more frantic, less friendly. As if something evil had taken control of it. I could tell Jack didn't like it, but he said nothing. His eyebrows joined in the middle and the set of his mouth changed into a hard slash.

I was suddenly aware of just how far up we were. Of how easy it would be to tumble into the nothingness between us and the ground below. Fear began to cloud my thoughts. Falling, plunging, plummeting towards a quick and painful death. It would surely be the worst way to die. (Closely followed by drowning).

I felt  light headed. Maybe it was a lack of oxygen from being up so high or the cold or how tired I was, but something in me said otherwise. It was fear. I was frozen in fear, but fear of what?

My grip on Jack loosened for only a seconds, but a second can make a lot of difference. The wind flipped me away as though picked up and thrown. I started hurling towards the ground with as much control as an autumn leaf on the breeze.

"NATALIA!" Jack screamed.

I could see him above me, eyes wide with shock and terror. But I could do nothing. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even scream. It was like it was happening to someone else in a movie or something and I was just watching from their perspective. My fear had taken hold of my entire being and would not let go.

Jack was heading down, arms and staff out stretched. He was saying something. Shouting at someone I couldn't see. From where I was it sounded like:

"Come on wind! Just a little closer!"

He was inches from me now, arms folding round my waste. When he did, a wave of relief swept through me. But I still couldn't connect with what was going on. Like my brain had overloaded and shut down.

I was aware of a spreading cold, a familiar, tangible reality as something in my brain cohered. Faint images flashed behind my eyes. Blurred and unfocused. White was one of the dominant colours and red and a scream echoed through my thoughts that made me want to weep. One singular idea would not give up though. An instinct every person is filled with in times of danger.

'I have to survive'.

I wrapped my legs round Jack, making sure the wind couldn't throw me away. My eyes met his,

We were heading towards the ground now at a break neck speed. Nothing could escape this...