HOME
[hom] noun
a gathering place for FAMILY to join together in laughter. the one place you will always be surrounded by those who LOVE you. a place or feeling of BELONGING.
the frosts - the story of a family ripped apart. the story of two teenag...
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"Trapped somewhere between wanting to forget and wanting to hold on." - David Jones
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He was cold.
Which was saying a lot, because he was always cold.
But this was a different kind of cold. He was chilled to the bone, as though he had never known warmth. He had never known a world without the cold.
He supposed he hadn't.
His head throbbed and his eyes rejected the darkness they were met with as they fluttered open. His entire body begged him to shut his eyes and sleep for an eternity.
He doubted an eternity would be enough.
Jack sat up slowly, his muscles screaming with every movement. His body ached; he had never felt so tired.
The cell was dark, and the ground was cold and hard. His hands were chained down, his wrists turning red.
He almost laughed at the irony of his situation.
"Just can't stay out of a bloody cell," he muttered, leaning against the wall. The effort of speaking was enough to use all of his energy.
"You won't be in here for long."
Jack turned towards the source of the voice. He squinted, his eyes still trying to adjust to the darkness.
When he was finally able to see, he recognized the silhouette of the old professor, laying in a heap against the wall in the cell next to his own.
"What do you mean?"
"He's been searching for you, Jack," the professor said, "He wants to use you for your power."
"Over my dead body," Jack spat, bringing his knees up to his chest.
Every day he cursed his own existence. Had it not been for his powers, perhaps he could have had a chance at a normal life. Perhaps he wouldn't so often find himself locked in a cell, waiting for whoever was next in line to take advantage of him.
Perhaps he wouldn't have screwed up the only good thing in his life.
***
"How could they be gone?"
Jack paced back and forth in front of the bookshelves. His hands were buzzing with energy and he balled them into fists to contain himself.
"Tumnus said they went looking for the Stag and never returned."
"They couldn't have just disappeared, Andie!"
He shoved the books off the desk in front of him in frustration. A thin layer of frost appeared in their wake. Jack let out a groan and balled his hands into fists again.
