Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

Darkness Reigns

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Or what? What will you do, Santa Claus?" A dark chuckle escaped pale lips, wicked smile edged its way over sharp white teeth that once matched the snow white locks.

He was no longer the same Jack Frost they knew. Pitch had sank his claws into the boy, the shadows invaded his doubtful soul and took possession of his heart. His hair had turned a jet black, his skin still a deathly pale. His ice blue eyes were surrounded by blackness that bled into the veins of his cheek bones. The ice that usually covered his sweatshirt and staff had turned black, his ice powers were laced with darkness. His staff had become jagged and knotted, sporting long pikes of sharp ice. It had turned from a conduct to a deadly weapon. His fingers and toes were blackened as if the ice and now inside him began to cause hypothermia.

"Jack, why are you doing this?" Tooth cried. Her wings fluttered within the ice cage he had put her in, the bars came up from the ground like spikes and curved over head so that the ends all came together in a mess of sharp promise.

"Why should I have a reason, fairy?" He sneered, the wind picked up around the group, snow blanketed the ground outside the jolly mans work shop. "I shouldn’t have a reason to do what I want!"

A wave of icicles shot out at the guardians, Sandy was quick to counter them with a wall of golden dream sand. The dark ice prince growled. He opened his hand and blew into his palm, creating a jagged crystal ball of ice, the black nightmare sand swirled within it. With a hard throw it slammed against one of the sandman’s hands. The sphere incase the small appendage, holding it captive within the confines. The black sand ate away at the dream sand so he could not break free.

"You are Guardian, Jack!" The Russian yelled over the howl of the winds.

"I was the practical joke of the guardians!" Jack countered, "Manny got creative and gave me new life only send me into 300 years of loneliness! Where were you then? You’re supposed to be guardians right? Helping people? Where were you when I cried myself to sleep? Where were you when I had no one? I watched my family die! I watched everything that mattered die for 300 years! So where the fuck were you?!"

The winds picked up with his anger, a whirl wind of ice and hail surrounded them in a tornado of the boys sorrow. A maniacal laugh echoed through the snow storm, sharp white teeth shone as he tilted his head to the side, watching the fear on their faces.

"Oh right, you had each other. In order for you to care, I had to join your little club. And what happened when I did? You took everything away from me again. All of the sudden what I wanted didnt matter! Some how becoming a guardian took away every freedom I had, shackling me to a job I never signed up for. And when I found the few people who mattered, the few humans who made it all worth it, you took them away!"

A flurry of sharp ice headed for the three of them. Tooth ducked her head behind her ice cage, North stood in front of the disarmed Sandman and blocked him from the onslaught of cold edges. His swords countered the attacks but unlike the nightmare sand, ice was not so breakable. His arms and chest were covered in small cuts, thick cloth was ripped and exposed open wounds to the harsh environment.

"We could not allow you to get too close to the humans Jack!" He yelled over the winds. "They do not live like us, you must guard the children but children grow up!"

"The were my believers! Mine!" He screamed, with a sweep of his staff snow wolves manifested from the ice. Their bodies looked solid, their teeth bared and black eyes glowed against white fur. They were manifestations much like Pitchs nightmares, made from darkness and snow. Each wolf ducked their head, haunches readied as they stalked toward the guardians.