The Frozen Heart

Chapter 6

Jacks POV

I can lift nothing, not even a finger.  The only thing moving is my chest rising and falling and my eyes, which move much slower than usual.  Even though breathing is not a requirement for me, it still hurts.  My breaths aren't even considered breaths anymore, just gasps.  I know I'm in respiratory arrest, and I'd be dying if I were mortal.  I don't die of these causes, except I really am dying.  I watch my last breath escape me, and I'm mentally grabbing it, desperately trying to put it back into my body.

With that, I die with my last sight being a silhouette walking away.

*25 days ago*

She hasn't caught on yet, the Power situation.

Your POV

He doesn't know I'm draining him.

Jacks POV

I want her to be happy.

Your POV

I love imagining the things I will be able to do.

*24 days ago*

Jacks POV

She's gotten the hang of making flowers bloom.  But she over does it, causing the petals to peel back so far, they rip themselves off.  Alittle bit gory, in a sense.  She enjoys it, thinking it's funny.  It's so weird, I don't even think she's noticing how much she's changed.  I thought she would be strong enough to have self control.  But then again, I thought the same for myself.

Your POV

Is this what they felt?  It's pumping me with adrenaline.  A new, sadistic way of thinking.  Is this what they felt?  Hitler or even Edward Gein?  Where you feel so much power that you literally feel like you can do absolutely anything?  Even deceive the boy you once loved?

*14 days ago*

Jacks POV

She's becoming careless, too cocky.  She's compulsive lying, and what hurts the most is that she thinks I don't notice.  She doesn't know it, but I know what she did to the birds in an old womans backyard.  This is definitely something that needs to be stopped.  I'm on the edge of going to the Guardians for help, but I can't swallow my pride down enough.  This is all my fault,  I don't want to admit it. I am weak in many ways more than physically.

*5 days ago*

She doesn't hide her true colors anymore.  But her colors are the same, but are much darker hues.  She's irritable, and her eyes are dark all the time, like there's a physical hood that blocks her eyes from the sun.  The weather patterns are abrupt and unstable.   I recently heard a young couple walking down the street complaining that the weatherman is always wrong, on any channel.  It's time I take action, if I were able.

I've seen the Northern Lights every morning and night for about 20 days.  I am not able to return, to inform them of (f/n) grotesque nature.  She's beautifully chaotic, and it's all up to me now.

*1 day ago*

I am running with every ounce of my energy away from her.  I hear her screaming after me, telling me to stop and that she loves me, telling me not to go.  I'm not stupid though, I know to get to the Guardians as quickly as possible.

Your POV

Jack!  He's running off to tell the Guardians!  I'm still so hungry, he can't leave me!

"Jack! Jack, please dont leave me!" I desperately cry out after him.  He doesn't slow, he's almost run dry.  I begin to cry as I run, which conjurs up a brewing storm above our heads.  We've been running for a while now, reaching the very edge of the northern border of Canada, reaching the ocean separating us and the Arctic.  Jack looks up and with wave of his arm, he turns the storm in a blizzard.   His power is different from my own, and I can't make it go away.  I'm getting more and more frustrated.

"Jack!" I yell. "Stop!" I clasp my hand over my mouth, for my last word was a deep growl with a voice unlike my own.  Jack seemed to have noticed it too, and keeps running.  I can see the horizon of the ocean now, he's so close.  I can't let him out of my sight.

Jacks POV

The last she spoke to me was horrifying.  It didn't sound like her at all and it is now that I truly realize how different and wicked she has become.  I'm so weak, but I'm almost there.  We are running on water now, well ice.  I'm just about there....

*present day, a few minutes ago*

She crashed me over with snow, I'm stuck.  She's standing over top of me now, smiling.  She kneels down and whispers, "I know this hurts." As she puts her hand on my neck.  She was right, because the unbelievable pain is beyond imagining.  I can now physically feel my Power draining, I'm dying.

*then*

With that, I die with my last sight being a silhouette walking away.

*now*

My eyes snap open, but I'm not where I remember.  I'm cold, which is weird.  I'm never cold.  Everything seem is different now.  I find myself on a mountainside, but I can feel a breeze. Okay, that's normal.  What's not normal, is that it's cold.  I'm confused, so my natural instinct is to find people to know where I'm at.  My eyesight is weird, in a simple way to describe what it's like, colors are duller.  I shake it off, and start trecking down the mountain side towards a town below.  This seems familiar, oh! It's where I first saw (f/n).  But why?  Maybe she put me here.  I'm still a bit weak.

I finally reach the town, and it's terrifying.  My first step in town, I had 3 different people look me in the eyes.  A girl smiled at me.  This has only one horrifying meaning.

I'm mortal.