When inspiration strikes (Jack Frost fanfiction)

If you do win.

        I felt so tired after I had practiced my battle moves for so long. As soon as my head touched the pillow, I dozed off.

        Darkness, again. I wished I could tear this place apart.

        "Can't you wait unil I get there, Terror? I want to do this face to face." I growled, my temper getting the better of me.

        "Aw, but then I wouldn't be able to scare you. That is my job, after all."

        I looked up, seeing Terror. He looked down at me with amusement glowing in his eyes. I glared at him, spitting in his direction. The bit of saliva landing on his shoulder. He cringed, wiping it with an elegant sweep of his hand. I hated it how he was so graceful.

        "Now, that's no way to treat the keeper of your lover, is it?" Terror clicked his tongue in disaproval. He snapped his grayish fingers, and Jack appeared behind him.

        He was on his knees, sand wrapped around his mouth and some tying his hands behind his back. He looked around wildly, spotting me. He let out a muffled noise, blue eyes wide.

        "Jack?!" I yelped, forgetting about Terror, about the fact this was a dream, everything. I rushed to him, hands outstretched.

        Terror threw his hand up, striking me in the face. I flew backwards, landing flat on my back. I groaned, my senstitive scars on my back aching as well as my cheek throbbing.

        Jack made a louder noise, trying to get to me.

        "Unlike the last time, this is the real Jack, he is dreaming as well." Terror sneered, looking at us both with malice.

        I felt fury well up inside of me, making my face turn red and my hands ball into fists, "You son of a-"

        I choked on my words as Terror slithered over to Jack, a ebony blade in his hand, "Ah, ah, ah," he was behind Jack, holding it to his throat, and looking at me warningly, "I can't kill him here, but it will still hurt him."

        I clamped my mouth shut. I got to my feet, getting as close to him and Jack as he allowed, "You are going to be sorry when we get there." I snarled.

        He chuckled, still pressing the sharp dagger to Jack's flesh, "Trust me, dear, you won't win," he stated flatly, "But even if you do, I am taking him with me." he grabbed a hold of Jacks chin roughly with his free hand. 

        I looked at Jack for a moment, into his eyes. I missed those eyes. Even though now they were filled with fear, I wished I could hurt Terror now. 

        I saw Jack moving his jaw, trying to get the sand gag off. He wriggled a little, sliding it off.

        "Kat, don't come here, you'll be killed!" he shouted.

        "Did I say you could talk?" Terror yelled, pulling the blade away from his neck and stabbing it into his back. He cried out, falling forward.

        "Jack!" I shrieked, bolting to his side. I crouched next to him, letting him lean on me, he lifted his head weakly.

        "Kat..." he whispered happily, he sounded like a homesick child.

        "Terror, I'm going to kill you!" I barked, getting up and tackling him. I made my sword appear, sinking it into Terror's chest. Terror screamed, starting to fade.

        "See you in battle..." he hissed, disappearing completely.

        I turned to Jack, letting my sword dissolve. He had begun to fade as well.

        "Jack, we are going to save you, I promise." I said, reaching for him. He gave me a look filled with hope and worry, then he was gone.

        I awoke with a gasp. I could still smell his scent, feel him next to me. I felt a pang in my heart, I knew Terror was hurting him. I was helpless to help him right now, I wanted to go get him now, but I had to wait.

        I buried my head in my hands. It was torture to wait.