When inspiration strikes (Jack Frost fanfiction)

Weakening.

        I had painted my wall until my hand throbbed and the walls were covered. I flopped down on my bed with a sigh, bliss spreading through me. I was too tired to admire what I painted. I slowly sat back on the bed, letting my eyes flutter shut, and the sweet darkness of slumber sweep over me.

        I sat up, I was in the forest were me and Jack had a snowball fight. The snow felt chilly and soft under me. I got to my feet, looking around with confusion. I don't know how I got here, but I didn't seem to wonder about it. The silence was unnatural, sending chills down my spine. 

        I heard the crunch of snow, telling me someone was behind me. I turned around, slowly, afriad if I moved to quickly, something bad would happen. It was Jack, I felt relief spread over me for a brief moment. Then Jack looked up at me, I saw a look in his eyes that I have never seen directed towards me; hatred. I took a step backwards, dread blooming in my chest. A scowl contorted his features as he went towards me threateningly.

        "J-..Jack?" I whimpered, putting my hands up slowly to shield myself from him. 

        He didn't respond, he just lunged for me, a wickedly sharp piece of ice gripped in his fingers. A cry or terror was torn from my throat as I tried to run away, trying to sprout my wings. Nothing would happen, panic rushed through me. 

        I was tackled to he ground, snow beginning to soak through my clothing. I looked up even through I didn't want to. Jack had pinned me to the icy ground, the shard of ice pressed to my throat. I struggled, looking at Jack desperatley, "Jack! Wha-..What are you doing?!" I yelped, feeling the sharp edge of the ice puncture my skin a little, a thin stream of blood running down my collarbone like a string of red thread. 

        "What I should have done a long time ago." Jack growled, pulling the ice away and getting ready to slash my throat open.

        With all of my might, I thrashed and knocked Jack off of me. He let out a yell, hitting the ground with a thump. 

        I scrambled to my feet, panting, "Stop, Jack," I begged, "I don't want to hurt you."

        Jack laughed, "You won't." and with that, he charged for me, raising up the ice once more. I gasped, ducking away from him. I didn't move quite fast enough and the blade sliced across my cheek. My hand flew to my face, blood welling up in the gash. 

        I heard another person sneaking up behind me, I whipped around, it was Bunny. He was looking at me the same way Jack was. Tears blurred my vision, "Guys, its me!" I cried, "I'm your friend! Please stop!"

        Bunny threw a boomerang, it hit me in the leg, sinking into my flesh. I screamed, collapsing to the ground. My blood stained the snow around me. I reached for the wodden weapon, but Bunny got their first. He clamped his paw around it and yanked it out of my leg. Searing pain sliced through me, and I fell back onto the snow. 

        "Kat!"

        The voice broke through my dream and dragged me back to reality. I awoke with a gasp, sweat made my bangs stick to my forhead and I felt hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

        Jack was standing over me, looking as scared as I felt. I let out a cry of terror, throwing my hands up to protect my face and squeezing my eyes shut, "Don't hurt me, please!" I wailed.

        Jack stumbled back, as if I had slapped him, "Kat, what are you talking about?"

        I slowly lowered my hands, trembling. With a sudden realization I relaxed, "I'm sorry, I had a  nightmare and..." I trailed off, sitting up.

        He nodded, "I know, I was the one who woke you up."

        I blinked slowly, "Uh...What are you doing here so late?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

        A sheepish look took over his face, "I was coming to see if you were awake, and you were thrashing around and screaming in your sleep, so I woke you up." he explained.

        I winced, "I'm sorry if I scared you." I said shamefully.

        He let out a breath slowly, "Its fine," He paused, anger began to glow in his aqua eyes, "Its all Terror's fault. Why would he do this? Does it give him some sick pleasure?" he demanded to no one.

        I sighed, "He is trying to weaken us, wear us down." I explained grimly, "Haven't you been having nightmares too?"

        He looked surprise, "No,"

        I blinked, confused, "Then...Why...Why would he only be going after me?"

        Jack shrugged, sitting at the edge of my bed.

        "I'm not anything compared to you guys, though, I am a million times less experianced and skilled."

        Jack opened his mouth, then shut it again, "Unless..."