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Jacky Winter (Jack Frost - Rise of the Guardians) Chapter 3

Warning: Parts of this contain mature situations - my advice to you would be to not read this if you are sensitive to even the idea of cutting. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

A memory from your childhood, clear as day entered your mind as your mother and younger sibling help you towards the house that would no longer share the joy of your father's company ever again. It was a memory that you had forgotten long ago, in which for some reason you had chosen to forget it.

You were about the same age that your younger brother/sister was now. But back then you were a crybaby who let every little thing that frightened you get the best of your emotions.

It was the day that your father had decided to teach you how to fight. Of course he only did this because you had asked him what you could do to not be a burden on him and your mother, who was pregnant with your younger sibling at the time.

He was reluctant at first but slowly gave in to your begging and pleading. However, it wasn't an easy task to teach you because of the millions upon million of questions you would ask him in order to make sure every word he said stuck in your head.

"In truth, I should really only have to teach you mostly self defense, but there may come a time when I will no longer be able to protect you and your mother and sister/brother. So the best way to teach you is by hand to hand combat, so pay attention and try to keep up, (y/n)." Your father says as he then began to teach you how to spar.

Everyday for a month you excelled in sparring, blocking his punches and dodging his kicks. The key, as your father told you during training, was to read your opponent's movements before the strike and took advantage of you. And when they were tired out from their constant attack on you, he taught you to try to get around to their backs somehow and knock them out with a minor blow to the back of their head.

You had always wondered why he never wanted to teach you how to properly punch or kick, instead he told you if that strategy didn't work to just simply run away.

"You're not choosing to be a coward by choosing to survive. I don't want you to have blood on your hands as I have had countless times before. The thoughts of what you had done would eat away at your mind for the rest of your life, this is why I chose to teach you what I did." He says while you and him were having lunch one day. Your mother had gone out to get more wool for the baby clothes she was making, your grandmother going with her.

"I understand that, but what if I end up facing something that I have no hope of escaping from?" You ask him in a serious tone which caused him to stop spreading butter on his roll.

"If that were to happen, then I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to teach you how to handle a knife and gun" he says just as seriously.

Which of course he did for the next couple of weeks, you learned how to throw knives, how to fight while using knives and how to shoot and aim for the heart and head. In the end, it seemed as though you and your father had bonded over the idea of survival.

It seemed like that was only yesterday, but of course it wasn't and you were brought back to the horrible reality of what actually happened.

Your father's gruesome death, your near death experience, your countless nightmares you experienced no matter how many times Sandy secretly tried to make them better all lead up to a month of homesickness that you could no longer endure.

Which was why the doctor gave you the okay to go home, to get away from it all. But of course, your mother and brother/sister worried about your mental health. You watching your father get brutally murder by that beast messed you up pretty badly, so much so that in fact you started to shut them out and talk less and less.