I woke up to the sound of someone yelling something. It took me a few moments to realize that I was the one yelling.
"The lake!" I yelled. My brain was so hazy for a second, I didn't understand why I was yelling about a lake. But then I remembered him. The thoughts rushing back to me threw my emotions for a nasty loop, and I suddenly felt like slicing my skin until I was a sea of re-
"Jack, what's going on?" Greg came running up to me, ending my self-destructive episode.
I strained to get off the couch. I needed to get to the lake I died in.
Pitch and Kate came running around the corner to see what all the commotion was about.
My breathing was ragged. Why did I feel so horrible? My stomach feels like there's something inside trying to claw its way out.
A groan of pain escaped my lips as I clutched my abdomen. "I don't know. I just passed out and my stomach is... angry."
Greg and Kate exchanged a look.
"Are you... hungry?" Asked Greg.
"What? That's insane I haven't eaten in over 300 years. Spirits don't need to eat."
"Yeah, but Jack, your hair is almost half brown. Maybe you're... turning human," Kate suggested.
I looked to Pitch to see if he thought Kate's suggestion was as ludicrous as I did.
"She could be right. It would make sense, seeing as your center is what makes you a spirit," Pitch said, as if it wasn't the most insane thing in the world.
"Is there any food here?" Kate asked.
I sighed in defeat, because they clearly outnumbered me. "North always has cookies somewhere," I started. "Though, I don't-" But before I could finish my complaint, Pitch cut me off.
"I'll go find some."
10 minutes later Pitch shoved a plate of colorful cookies into my hands. I looked down at them apprehensively. One had a suspiciously elf sized bite out of it. "Here goes nothing," I sighed. I picked up the one that looked the least handled by the elves, and took a bite. My stomach growled in approval. Eating with my eyes now, I politely shoved at least nine more in my mouth before I couldn't take another bite.
"This is progressing just as fast as we feared and we aren't any closer to finding out what 'under the dawn' means," Pitch sighed, exasperated.
"Ohp, actually," I said around the cookie in my mouth, "I saw that asshat spirit eater again, in my dream." I swallowed the rest of the cookie, and my expression turned dark. "He... helped me solve his riddle. He said that 'under the dawn' is darkness and that my problems were... darkness. He told me we need to go to the place where all my problems started. And that apparently, is the lake where I died." The room was silent for a moment. No one really knew how to react at first, and it made my brain itch with self depreciating thoughts, so I spoke up again. "It's just that, when I died, I forgot about my family, I was alone for years and-"
"It's okay, Jack, you don't have to explain yourself to us." Kate cut me off with a hand on my shoulder.
I looked to Greg as he offered me a warm smile."Yeah, we aren't mad or anything, we're just sorry you've been suffering for so long."
"Thank's guys, t-that... really means a lot," I stumbled over my words as I fought off tears.
"All that matters now is that we destroy this son of a bitch and get that notorious Jack Frost smile back," Pitch joined in on all the sappy encouragement.
"This is a nice moment and all, but shouldn't we get going? It looks like I got a terrible dye job on my hair and I would like it fixed ASAP," I uttered with a nervous chuckle. The truth was, having Pitch, Greg, and Kate around helped a lot, but every so often the darkness would come back. I was so tired of fighting my own mind, and I didn't even want to think about how many other children this bastard was hurting.
"Yes, although transportation may be a slight issue. I doubt Jack can carry all of us and still fly fast enough to get us there before it's too late," Pitch said thoughtfully.
"No problem, I'll just 'borrow' one of North's portals," I said mischievously. When everyone shot me a look, I explained, "It's better to ask for forgiveness than permission, and in this case, it's pretty life or death. He'll understand when it's all over."
* * * *
That conversation was how I wound up tied up by the elves. I guess my mischief skill was a little rusty.
"Look, can you just let me go already?" I whisper-begged the elves. North was snoring loudly in his office chair and I was not eager for him to wake up to this scene. He would never trust me again. The elves are going to wake him up and tell him what you did. He's going to hate you, the awful voice in my head said. I didn't need a mirror to know that more of my hair was turning brown.
The elves all shook their stupid pointy heads no, causing the bells on their hats to ring out in a loud cacophony. North stirred with a grumble and repositioned his head, but didn't open his eyes.
"Shhhh!" I hushed the little creatures until their ringing finally stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief just before a yeti came bounding thunderously into North's office. This time, his eyes shot open and scanned the whole shit show in front of him.
You're finished Frost.
A/N: So sorry I was gone so long. Life was really putting me through it. But I'm back now! I'm not doing much better but I have the motivation to write again so that's an improvement! Also sorry that this chapter is so short and awful. The next one will be better and longer, I promise! Anyway, this fanfic was actually basedoff of a (sort of) poem thing that I wrote a while ago about my own life. I thought my lovely readers might enjoy it if I shared it here. You don't have to read it if you don't want to but it's here.
It's called, The Razor's Edge.
I thought it was over, the pain. I should've known such a thing wouldn't die without a strain. Now there's so much, all of it around me, I'm dying, drowning. I can hardly breathe, and here this monster seethes with rage. He can't be put in a cage, he won't die with age. It's hard to swallow the lump when you hit a bump, because they don't expect you to cry. So hold the tears, dry the eyes, it'll be all right. Then again, you get that feeling you're alone, no house will ever feel like home until you're dead, or so the pills said. Want to know how to get rid of that lump? Jump. Oh, but the worst is yet to come until you're over the ledge. Because you've felt nothing until the razor's edge.
Let me know what you think of it? But be kind I was like 13 when I wrote it haha.
