To Jack it was although another hundred years past as he stood in the lilac accented room that was once warm now starting to feel rather hollow. All he could do was stare blankly and unblinkingly into the wooden planks where the children had left. And all he could feel was the rapidly fading warmth that Sophie once filled, now leaving his arms cold, as they were suppose to be.
It was natural for him to be cold, he even found some comfort in it. To be cold was a feeling, a physical actual thing that no one could truly take away from him. After all, what would Jack Frost be without the cold?
But sometimes he was so tired of being cold.
A soft collective gasp tore his attention way from the now frost crisped dark wooden planks and back to what had his team mates so engross. As Jack turned around his eyes widen.
In the screen, a pair of siblings, a boy and girl ran. They ran well, fast and hard, like hunted prey. They ran in fast and frantic movements, their thin arms tightly by their sides and their breaths coming in thick puffs that battled the cold nip in the air, with their stick-like legs making long and panicked thrusts to only gain a few feet in front of their pursuers.
Jack, wasn't the only spirit that the children had attracted attention.
The doppelgangers turned their heads in a unnatural angle simultaneously like manipulated dolls on strings at the frantic pattering of footsteps that echoed in the snow glistened streets. In gliding and yet staggering steps that was both enchanting and yet unnerving, both intriguing and alien, they trudged to the Nazi soldiers. Ready to latch on to the new potential killers with a new and horrific hunger in their eyes. Their jaws ajar and ready for new flesh to sink themselves into.
The Jack on the screen didn't look surprised or even alarmed at the proposing turn-out of gruesome events. The lack of strips on their Nazi badges showed that they were only recently enlisted. They looked young, too. Only in their early twenties, perhaps even in their late teens. Innocent, of any true crimes. But their minds brewing with dark, dark thoughts. The kind of dark thoughts that quickly become actions, the kind of dark thoughts that grew into a hideous, twisted and permanent scowl in their faces and made their movements barbaric and crude. The kind of dark thoughts left murderers in its wake.
It also meant that the children time was running out. The timers pumping blood in their small chests were fated to soon come to a complete stop. Jack could already see it, the solders coming to their senses, pulling out their bayonets. The children hearts beating becoming quick and uneven with adrenaline and with a almost deathly fear-
Bump, bump
bump, bump
bump, bump
The men's cold, war smitten eyes crinkling from a blood-thirsty grin as they pull the trigger-
click, click.
BOOM.
The children's small, small bodies making a lifeless thud on the once innocent and even beautiful snow glistened streets as the thick grey smoke clears from the scenery, a crisp cinnamon from the bullet holes poring and gurgling like waterfalls staining the streets and melting away the brilliant white snow.
He didn't even need to imagine it. Despite his efforts Jack saw this gruesome fantasy, this horrific nightmare become a reality more times than he could even imagine to take without the loss of his sanity.
Many times, he tried to help. To give the unfortunate soul the time they need. A sudden slip of ice, a unusually strong breeze, an unexpected loss of footing. Any distraction to have the solders preoccupied long enough to give the victim the spare time they needed. Sometimes it was enough,
sometimes it wasn't.
But each time, he would try. No matter how deeply the loss burrowed itself under his skin and blood stains burned into his thoughts and soul, no mater how badly the grief grew heavier and heaver onto his shoulders like a thick chain, weighing him down.
But the idea, the hope of a victory, of the very possibility of escape. Of the numerous of times that they did escape, where he did succeed. Well...
A hope like that? It eased the losses. It was a absolute euphoria. It- it-
It made it all worth while.
A small smile formed on Jack's lips,
and he charged.
*Authors note*
Ok, so I know this took awhile, but, in my defense. You have no idea HOW MANY TIMES I had to rewrite this! (Yes. It had to be PERFECT!!) It was going to be longer, but I figured that you guys needed something before you completely forget me.
Thanks for reading!
Peace.
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