Philip Ellwell 5,487 Posted December 30, 2013 (edited) Rated 16+ for thematic elements, violence, mild innuendo, crude humor, mild blood, a death, and Zack Fair~ish ending. 1. Dinner of Flames He flew high above the town, skating on wind currents like a skybird, using his staff as a leverage to perform death~defying spirals and tricks, seen by all and by none, as everyone went about their own deal below. The children saw him, though, laughing and pointing at their old friend swooping through the skies. Another saw him as well, one of shadows and darkness, standing in plain sight but unseen by all. This man was once part of a larger group, but had lately struck out on his own, leading a solitary and quiet life on the backways and roadsides of the world. Until he'd crossed paths with... The man flexed his long fingers, the knuckles cracking with a menacing pop, hidden in the black gloves he refused to take off, even so long after the end of the group he once called family. He ran a hand through his red hair, spiky and tangled, as he watched him, the boy, his white hair glinting like a new snow fall in the light of the sun, a dusting of frost powdering his blue hoodie. The man watched, absently scratching a cheek once emblazened with a black tear drop, now smooth and bare. Well, at least bare; his fingers scraped roughly on a days beard scruff, an out of control 5 o'clock shadow. It didn't matter: a quick shower and shave in a cheap motel, change into the fresh coat and pants.... and start searching for his place, his hollow; winter was arriving here, and Axle could wait for Jack to screw up, leaving him vulnerable. He'd get back what had been taken, and put this whole thing to rest, forever. Edited December 30, 2013 by TheTimidLight Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Philip Ellwell 5,487 Posted December 30, 2013 (edited) 2. Icy Blast He soared over backyards and homes, sending snow flying in a gentle flurry, dusting porches and roof's in white, dressing dying Fall grass in a white blanket. " Snow day! Weeeee ha!" He yelled, balancing on his staff to flip through the air like a surfer, riding the winds. Children started to emerge from houses and apartments, bundled up in winter coats and hats, tossing snowballs and creating snowmen, laughing and squealing in the joys of childhood play. " Yeah!" Jack cried, landing on a branch in a tall oak to watch a group of kids busily rolling the base for a large snowman, almost seeming to glow from within with winter joy. " Jack, really? A snow day on December 1st? Rookie, kid. " He jumped, the thin branch snapping, sending him falling to the ground to land in a deep snow drift, his staff flying off to stick like a candy cane in the snow. " What... who?" A man stood on the branch, balanced perfectly, firey hair standing in spikes, his face softened by a days beard on the jawbone and chin, his body lean and muscular, a fighters body. He leapt nimbly, landing cat like next to Jack, extending a black gloved hand to help him up. Jack took it, and the red haired man hauled him to his feet. "... thanks." Jack muttered, picking up his staff and balancing it on his shoulders out of old habit. " No prob; gotta look out for each other, am i right?" Jack, unsure how to respond, wisely said nothing. " Name's Axle. " The man ran a hand through his hair, then grinned. " Got it memorized?" He said, tapping his temple. " Uh.. sure." " And you?" Jack smiled, flipping his staff up to land crook up in the snow, then leaping on top of it, balanced like a cat on the very top. " Jack... Jack Frost. Snowmizer, and all around fun timer. " Axle smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. " I've been looking for you a long time, Jack Frost." Whipping his hand up, he smacked Jack's neck ,which cracked painfully, as a bone crunched. Jack passed out, falling to the snow with a whump, his staff still standing like a lost relic. He'd heal: belief was like the god's necter to Guardians. For now... " A very long time... very long indeed.... Snowmizer." Edited December 30, 2013 by TheTimidLight Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Philip Ellwell 5,487 Posted December 30, 2013 3. Memory Jamie groaned, rolling over to watch the morning sunlight shaft through the window, shining on floating dust particles. He scratched his cheek, the rough fuzz irritating; time to get up a de~caveman. His cell registered a call, so he punched up his voice mail, balancing the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he got out the razor. " Hey, Jams, it's Sophie: haven't heard from ya in a while. You forgettin' 'bout your baby sis, bro? Shoot me an email sometime, huh? Peace." The machine rattled off it's " end of message, to delete this message press 7 ' speal, and he closed the phone. Sophie had been calling a lot, but he HAD been neglecting her: the memories of Jack, Tooth, North, Bunny, Sandman, and the battle against Pitch.... he'd spent years in therapy trying to convince himself it was a child's happy fantasy, but he knew better... the snowglobe wouldn't let him forget. One of North's, dropped in his room all those years ago, found under his bed the morning after the battle. It showed whatever place he said, waiting to be thrown to open a portal there. Bunny with his eggs, Tooth fluttering around in a spazz, North making toys, Sandy and his dreamsand... the globe showed him these things, and he knew he wasn't insane. The globe showed another as of late; a man, hair as red as flame, close behind Jack whenever he watched him, stalking him. He picked up the globe, but set it down again, taking his shirt off to shower. He didn't see Jack being lifted into a dark portal, and vanishing with the red haired man. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Philip Ellwell 5,487 Posted December 31, 2013 4. Daily Motions Cleaned, shaved, and dressed, Jamie headed off, choosing a walk over the chilly subway in the brisk air of the day, headed to Baron College for his day class. He passed by other classmates, who smirked, and whispered behind hands, and he damn well knew it was about him; that picture.... his professor had embarrassed him in front of the whole class with it. He'd hung it up, and stared at it often: it depicted a time he didn't know, but a figure he did; Jack, his old friend, balanced on a thin tree limb watching the fires of a small town in the distance. He had no idea when it was, only that he'd woken up at his desk one morning to find chalk dust everywhere and the beautiful, if cryptic, picture under his hand. He'd tucked it into a note book, and sadly that notebook was his weekly essay. He thought about this, as he walked along the grimy sidewalk. noticing one odd thing: the air was icy, the winds chilling to the bone... but not a single snowflake fell. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Philip Ellwell 5,487 Posted January 3, 2014 5. Shattered It was cold.... and he didn't get cold. Jack sat up, and felt the world spin drunkenly, everything a blur of colour and sight, like an off~tune TV set on a dead channel. The world quieted, and he looked around, having no clue where he was: silent streets, cold alleys, and a crashed truck. Ahead, glimmering in the distance, some sort of... castle? He didn't know. All he DID know was he wasn't in Barona anymore. The streets were quiet as he walked slowly forwards, the winds whistling through the alleys like faint screams, icy cold and dead, smelling of corruption and death. He shivered, something he never did in the cold, but this was a different kind of cold.... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
