Flame & Frost | Rise of the Guardians Fanfiction

It's Your Turn

Ben POV

Letting myself floating around thinking indistinctly after I opened my eyes seems weird. Never had I been deep in thought before. Even after a few hours opening my eyes and absorbing the surroundings around me, I couldn't bring myself to command that I should get up from this bumpy dirt ground. I should try and move, than die here like a rotten mango.

No offense, I love mangoes!

What happened a few hours back still left a question mark sticking on the side of my head. Who is that being? I had exclaimed Jeff the Killer, but I had only said that because he had been haunting in my head for a few months now. It was Breeze, saying that she wanted me to give opinion on a dress when she showed me a picture of Jeff the Killer, with big, bold words that said 'GO TO SLEEP' at the bottom.

Of course I freaked out. Breeze knocked on my door at 1 am, where I had been listening to a very dramatic orchestra, trying to drift into unconsciousness. But Breeze! Without even waiting for me to open the door, she burst right in, saying quickly, "This dress is pretty, right?" and showed me the screen of her iPhone, with Jeff the Killer's face instead of a dress.

When I yelled in shock, she had laughed, saying, "So Ben." before giving me a peck and skidding out of my room.

That's where I got the fear for any paranormic thing that I experienced. Never had I been such a coward in my life.

I decided I had enough wishful thinking for the time being, and ordered myself to raise my head slowly. When I did, my sight turned dimmer, black vignettes everywhere. My head was throbbing with dizziness and I couldn't bring myself to stand directly with this condition. My hands were shaking, and soon I found myself propping half of my body using my elbows.

"Damn." I cursed as I tilted my head to my left and to my right, the dizziness still wouldn't leave my head. In fact, it had gotten worse. The black vignette spread deeper into my sight, turning everything black and white. My shaky elbows failed itself, and I dropped back to a position I had been before.

I groan in frustration, my hands slapping the ground weakly. I brought my head to my sides, seeing nothing but a vision of an ant. Just rocks poking out of the ground and dirt scattering after I tumbled down.

When I raised my leg, an indescribable pain shot through, and I gasped in agony. My hand clutched my leg as far as it could reach,  but nothing seemed to lessen the pain when I tried to put it in the position before it was raised. Every move, the same amount of pain would be triggered, no matter how slow, how far, how quick or how near.

My vacant hand patted the space around me, searching for my sling bag. I soon realize that it was wrapped around my waist. Wow. After a few hours, now was the time for you to realize that uncomfortable thing that held around your waist was your sling bag, Ben? Really?

I pulled it through my body, raising my torso slightly. Once it was out and opened, my fingers  scrambled through the insides, scattering every item onto the ground. Among the miscellaneous items was my notebook, to which I took and placed beside my broken leg.

I spotted a gray knitted scarf that I recognized as Breeze's. The scarf was clutched in my hands, and was hesitantly stuffed inside my mouth. Taking nervous breaths, my hand came to straighten my leg from its bend. When the undeniable pain spread throughout my leg, I had to bite on the scarf to take the agony.

Tears welled my eyes as my leg was straight once more, the throbbing was what's left of it. Drawing shaky breaths, I patted my hands together, and the dirt and debris that stuck to me raised up in the air at my command. With a swing of my hand, the element that I raised was thrown to my side, my body was free from debris except for my back than I laid on.