Jack Frost: Thawed

Chapter 5

Sorry this chapter is so long, I had an idea and there was a chain reaction in my brain. Enjoy! 

*JACKSON'S P.O.V.*

A smile braces Jack's lips. But it's not his smile. It's Pitch's. Pitch took over my brother. And he knows I can't use my powers, or I could hurt Jack. It's the best plan he's come up with, ever. I don't like this. Jack's hair is fading into black, and his eyes are a sort of green colour, but we can all see they're changing to gold. His skin has an unhealthy grey hue, and I can already see Pitch is ruining Jack's physical state. "Why do you want him, Pitch? He's dying because of you, so he's useless!"
"Hmm... I guess you're right... but I'll need someone as powerful as him though..." He put Jack's hand on his chin, pretending to think. Then, Jack collapsed, and I saw a black rush coming toward me. Then Jackson Overland was gone.

*JACK'S P.O.V.*

I could see! I could see again! My state of relief was gone when I fell to the ground, and Jackson looked like he was being attacked by a shadow. Then, all I could think about was the amount of pain I was in. I seized, trying to regain control of my breathing. I was hyperventilating, and that wasn't good, to say the least. I was sweating like crazy, and I could barely move. I was dying right there, in front of the Guardians. Hiccup ran toward me. His face was distorted in my vision, and there were black dots everywhere. 
"Jack! Jack, can you hear me?" I could hear him. Loud and unclear. Emphasis on the loud. His voice sounded like those times when the microphone glitches in the middle of a concert. It takes you by surprise and makes you cover your ears in pain. Times that by a thousand. There was no way to tell him I could hear him. I was dead to the world.

*HICCUP'S P.O.V.* (Sorry for all the view changes, but since there's no way for Jack to understand Hiccup in the state he's in, I figured I'd better go straight to the source!)

Oh, my gods. Jack was dying. The immortal Jack Frost was dying. I rushed toward him, and he looked awful. He wasn't breathing right, his skin was so pale you could start to see through it, his clothes and hair were soaked with sweat, and his eyes looked around desperately for anything. Even though they were open, I knew he couldn't see me. He was in shock, physically and mentally. Jackson was gone. Jack was leaving me.  I couldn't handle this any more. It wasn't like me to be this strong. The tears running down my face were ignored as I looked at him in panic. Knowing this would be the last time I saw him, I did the unthinkable. I leant toward Jack Frost, and kissed him. A light shone from him, and I opened my eyes, realising it was coming from him. 

Jack's eyes opened, and their blue irises were glowing. He floated into the air, completely out of control of his own body, and stopped when he was taken by the moon. There was a flash, and we were at Jack's lake. But Jack was nowhere to be seen. We heard a slight cracking sound, and looked to the lake's frozen surface. The ice started cracking in the shape of a human, maybe a teen judging from the size, and the Guardians gasped. Jack was pulled from the lake. He was pulled into the air, looking helplessly at the moon, and then he was set back down onto the ice. 

He walked toward me, and I froze. Did he remember me? What happened to him? How is he okay now? Are we 1,300 years in the past or is it being relived? Why are there so many questions in my head? Argh, this is so frustrating! 
"Jack Frost," he mumbled. I looked at him strangely. 
"Excuse me?" He looked at me, noticing me for the first time.
"Who are you?" My heart skipped a beat. Jack didn't remember me? I felt the tears again, and Bunny walked up to Jack. 
"Hey, Frostbite."
"Bunny?"
"Mate?"
"I- what are you doing at my lake?"
"Mate, we were here the whole time."
"What happened to me?"
"You came back to life." Tooth flew up to Jack, handing him his memories. 

Then came the moment I never would have seen coming. Tooth pulled my tooth box out and handed them to me. I breathed heavier, knowing this was the moment I had been waiting for for 1050 years! As I held them in my hand, I looked at them closely. My face was on the end of it, drawn like a cartoon. But not my face, per se. It was me, but older, if you get it. I was 31 when I died, but I took the form of my 15-year-old self. I pressed on the button on the box, taking a shaky breath.