Honestly? I felt kind of sick from listening to that. I hurt Pitch? I almost killed him? I didn't even remember doing it. Is he alright?
"Oh, what do you care?" says Dark Jack. My mouth fell open and he laughed. "Of course I can read your thoughts, Frost. I am you, as you are me."
"But I couldn't... I wouldn't..."
"You did!" says Dark Jack as he stalked towards me. "With my help, we gave him what you could only dream of. Revenge, retaliation, payback. He hoped to control us, and I helped you refuse his command. Without me, you'd be a lifeless, empty puppet."
His words floated around in my head. Lifeless, empty puppet. Hoped to control us. Why did he talk like that? As if we're the same person? We're not; I mean, look at us. He's so... dark.
"I'm not like that..." I say, my own voice sounding uncertain to me. I did want revenge on Pitch. I did threaten him, but I wasn't actually going to do it. I just wanted to get away, run away, be free again. Even loneliness was better then being held captive. I didn't want to hurt anyone.
Dark Jack tilted his head to the side, as if he were confused or curious. "Oh, really? We share the same thoughts, Jack. You can't hide anything from me. You're lying to yourself."
I don't speak, only stand silently with Dark Jack's cold, unforgiving and intimidating eyes burning into my soul. I felt a salty tear slide down my cheek and drop off my chin, soaking into my hoodie. I'm familiar with crying now, after all I've been though. Sometimes tears of pain, and others tears of self-pity.
But this is unalike those reasons.
I wasn't crying because he had hurt me, or that I felt bad for myself right now. I was crying because Dark Jack, as much as I wish it were different, is right. I am lying to myself. I wanted to believe I wouldn't hurt anyone like that, but I really wanted to get back at Pitch. You all saw what he did to me! Why wouldn't I?
Dark Jack walked even closer, and his hand reached out to touch my chest, right over my heart. His touch is impossibly cold, but I don't flinch or pull away.
"You know we destroy everything we touch, Jack."
More tears ran down my cheeks as darkness spread from his fingertips and sunk through my hoodie like liquid sucked up by a sponge.
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A Trapped Winter Spirit - completed
FanfictionJack Frost is a special kind of lonely. 300 years passed since he woke in that lake, and no one knew he existed. No one could see him. Even the Moon, his creator, ignored him. But when both the Guardians and Pitch Black start taking an interest in h...
