When Jack met Jackie

Chapter 2

I somehow manage to peel my eyes open after yet another dream about kids believing in me. But it was just a dream...nothing else. Most importantly, not reality. Even though i wish for it to be with my whole being. Damn it...

I pull myself up and stretch out my stiff limbs, no thank to my ice bed, that seem to have frozen themselves in place. This has become a morning ritual for me: wake up, move around, skip food, fuck around for the rest of the day.

I don't eat due to the fact that i don't need to. It's one of the perks of being immortal.

I slump over to the mirror and groan when I'm met with the sight of a lion's mane instead of smooth and silky hair that I usually see. Great. Fabulous. Perfect.

Now to tame my hair...oh god.

# 30 minutes later #

I swirl and loop through the air, clutching tightly onto my staff, while the wind swirls me into civilisation so that I can cause havoc and fun. At least I get to see the children...

I land in a tree in the centre of a park and crouch on one of the bigger branches as I watch the children play around in the cold. A smile tugs at my lips as I create a single snowflake and watch as it lands on the nose of a child, a little girl with choppy blond hair and green eyes to be precise.

Let the fun begin.

I swirl my staff around and create snowflake after snowflake that falls and creates a crunchy white blanket beneath the children as they stare at the sky in awe. By the time they're making snow angels, I'm wearing a big grin that shows off my pearly whites.

"Jack Frost!" a little boy shouts and points in the direction of a white haired boy who is flying down to the children. Oh crud...

I shrink back into the bare branches even though I'm invisible  and watch as he lands and starts playing with the kids who are now wearing even larger smiles than before. The grin I was once wearing is now long gone and is replaced by deep sadness that sends a little spike into the pit of my stomach.

Jack Frost this, Jack Frost that. Jackie Freeze? Yeah right. I'm lucky that people mistake Jack for a girl and call him Jackie Frost and even that hasn't happened in over 50 years.

I sigh and shake my head and jump down from the branch, too sad to summon the wind, and I start walking away with my head hanging down. I don't bother trying to correct the kids that it was me who made it snow instead of Jack because, let's face it, they can't see me. It would be like trying to melt ice with a freezer: pointless and a waste of time.

My bare feet don't even register the cold anymore so it just feels like I'm walking on lukewarm snow, unheard of right? Not for me, not anymore anyway. I've grown so used to being frozen that it's like being a fish in water. It's so normal to me that it's like breathing.

"Hey!" a smooth voice shouts out louder than the little kids chattering and laughing behind me. I keep walking, convinced that it wasn't aimed for me "Hey you!" there it is again. I sigh and pick up my pace by a small fraction to get away from what could possibly break me.

The little children speak up "who are you talking to, Jack?" one of the younger ones asks "can't you see the girl?" asks the smooth voice again who turns out to be Jack Frost. A chorus of 'no's fill the air and I just give up and sprint into the trees that lead into the forest but before I enter the line of trees I hear Jack shout out again then all I see are trees sweeping past me as I continue to run.

I don't know how long I run.

I don't even know what time it is when I stop.

My legs just decide to give way and allow my face and the ground to say hello.

Why can't I be seen? Is it so hard for Manny to just tell me what's going on and why no-one can see me?

...

wait.

Jack saw me.

Jack Frost saw me.

...

I'm imagining things. He could have been talking to anyone, right? I mean, he didn't even say what I looked like so I can't know for sure.

Right?

I groan internally at the mental discussion I'm having with myself and get up from the icy ground.

No point in tearing myself up if I'm never going to see him again

'keep telling yourself that' my mind tells me sarcastically, I just roll my eyes before picking up my staff and summoning the wind to take me home.

The clouds give me a sense of comfort as I fly through them and place my available hand in them to create little swirls in the fluffy white canvas.

This is the only comfort I ever get. Sad, right? Other than Manny of course...

I close my eyes and fly with my back facing the ground as I stare at the inside of my eyelids. Either that or staring at the afternoon sun which may or may not cause temporary blindness. Now you pick the smartest choice.

The air starts to gradually get colder around me and I know that it sure as hell ain't coming from me. Colder, colder, colder, freezing, even more freezing. I snap my eyes open and flip around so that I'm flying upright just in time to see a flash of blue, white and brown flash past me.

One word.

Jack.

Okay, make that two words.

Jack Frost.

Oh shitty tittie gum balls...

I press my arms against my body to make me go faster just as I hear Frost shout "hey! stop!" no. Don't chase after me. Please no. If there is any form of god then Jack Frost will not chase after me "hey!" his voice is closer now. Well, looks like god doesn't exist. At least not for me anyway...

"Wind" I whisper "Please please please lead him away. Give me time to escape. Anything. Blow him in the other direction. Just...something. Please" my heart is pounding against my chest from the adrenaline.

"He-whoa!" Jack's voice gets quieter until it's just background noise.

I land less gracefully than last time on the long ledge that leads to my pathetic cave of a home and I sprint inside but decide against lighting the lantern in case Jack flies this way.

Bloody hell...

Looks like my everyday routine just got exiting.

Heeey! Sorry I took so long to update and I hope you like this chapter :3

Stay beautiful <3

Scar

xoxo