THIS IS THE FULL STORY OF MY OC JACK FREEZE, POSTED BECAUSE I CAN, PEOPLES. READER ADVISED:16 + BLOOD, SCARY STUFF, LAUNGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SMOKING ARE AHEAD.

 

Prolouge: Icy Death, Fiery Resurrection

Icy... so cold....

Floating... almost dreamless.... weightless... thoughtless...

Am I dead? Is this Heaven, Hell, Purgatory?

Lost amid the cold.... the waves....so cold...

My skin's turned white: am I dead?

Why so...

Blackness now, deep, unending...

Light ahead, like flames.

" Jack! Jack, come here!"

Mother?

No... I don't want to go: leave me here.

Fading away...

Wait, mother, I didn't mean it...

What's going to happen now?

Can I... yes, surface.

Air, cool, damp...

That stick... that's strange, out here in the ocean...

The waves should push me to shore...

Cold... I like the cold.

Chilled... to the core...

 

Chapter One: I Am the Cold

My name is Jack Freeze, and I've been alive for roughly 210 years: apparently, my soul keeps returning, and my body dying in the sinking of the R.M.S TITANIC didn't stop it one bit.

I was give Heaven, and I chose Hell: walking the ground of the earth forever, watching it move on without me.

In those icy waves, the cries echoing around me...

I lost my humanity, icy chills turning me into something much more than human, much more than the 18 year old schoolboy I'd been...

Oh, the stick? Yeah... it channels my powers somehow, like a lightning rod: pure ice , flame, or even frost.

You're probably wondering why I chose this, instead of death, and being reunited with my mother and sisters again, right?

One word: vengeance.

I vowed in those icy waves to make those who wronged me pay, and I plan to stick by it: Heh, mother always said I wasn't one to leave a score unsettled.

That doesn't matter now: thing's are gonna start heating up, so to speak, around here soon.

I've found my ticket out of this body into a warm, blood-filled one, and I'll be DAMNED, to coin a phrase, if I'm gonna let it pass me by.

See, my great great great niece, Abby, has come to town....

Edited December 29, 201311 yr by TheTimidLight

Chapter Two: Abby

"... snow mizer, what ever I touch... turns to snow in my clutch.."

I sang softly under my breath, crouched in a decayed oak outside Sunnydale High, watching... HER.

Blonde, pretty face, one green eye, one hazel, Abigail John, Abby to her friends, was my last living descendant, and now... she'd come home.

New in class, her unease was clear on her face, as she warily watched the other students around her from the corners of her eyes,

waiting for an introduction, a fight, a slap to the face... something, anything, to show she was accepted, her presence known to these

creatures inhabiting the school's halls.

"Come Josephine, in my flying machine...."

I breathed, singing the song I'd danced with Anna too when Mr. O'Grady from Steerage North threw a small party, and Mother allowed us to go.

Abby... Anna... so similar.

The toss of the head to throw her hair out of her eyes, the faint smile on her lips, the silence of her gaze....

She reminded me of Anna so much.

" Up she goes, up she goes...."

Do you see me, Abby? Can you hear me? Do you sense you're being watched?

No, you don't: and you never will...

intill the time's right for you to know.

***********

School's over.

Did you make any friend's, Abby? I've been watching all day, and no one paid you much attention.

My legs are locked in place, but pain is relative: it's only when you stop feeling it, and learn to use it that it become important.

After all, it had been 210 years; my heart was chilled through and through to any humanness.

Abby walked home briskly, the soft wind blowing her gossamer hair around her delicate face, as she plugged in a red ipod's earbuds, plugging them into her ears.

"... in my flying machine. Up she goes, up she goes."

My heart froze, and for the first time since 1912, I felt... warmth.

She was singing.. a delicate, whisper of sound...

she was singing Anna's song.

" Come Josephine, in my flying machine.."

" Up she goes, up she goes."

Abby looked around, hearing my voice.

I fell back into the shadows, but I think she knew I was there:

the faintest of smiles crossed her lips, and she passed by, still gently, delicately, beautifully...

singing the song Anna died while listening to.

Edited November 4, 201311 yr by TheTimidLight

Chapter Three: Watching

I followed her through elms and siccamores, gliding softly on the cool breeze that told of winter's return, as she walked briskly home,

ignoring  her surroundings.

How foolish.

She never saw me, as her ipod shuffled through a dozen songs, each one accompanied by her soft, lilting song-voice, her blonde hair whipping tendril-like around her delicate cheekbones.

" soon... soon.."

I whispered, as she entered a normal, average house on Elm.

Soon....

Anna and I would be reunited.

Edited November 5, 201311 yr by TheTimidLight

Chapter Four: Once Upon A December....

Abby... do you see me? Remember me?

I sighed, as Abby walked around her bedroom, a lavishly over-pinked affair, chatting into her iPhone to a friend back in her old hometown, swaying to some silly instrumental music she'd put on.

I swung my feet over the edge of the thick branch, fogging the windows of the passing cars to amuse myself, watching, waiting...

Abby hung up, and placed a new CD in the boom box, turning the sound up enough for the reverb to echo through the glass to where I sat.

And then, swaying in a sort of half-dance, she sang, her voice full of emotion, sadness and joy mixed together in a song that shattered my icy heart.

" ..figures dancing gracefully, across my memory!"

She twirled, her hair flying out like gossamer wings around her, arms outstretched, singing to a delicate chorus.

I watched her, mystified, as she allowed so much emotion to be set free in this song, her very soul on display for the world to see, once timid, now alive, one sheltered... now let free.

If there was anything I adored of, it was the gift of song: Abby's gift was very great, and for the first time in centuries, as I watched her dancing, swaying, holding her arms out in a guesture of release of joy during a chorus, I felt something almost completely alien to me, akin to nothing I've ever expirenced since Anna and Mother....

in my heart, my very essence, a heat kindled....

love.

Edited November 6, 201311 yr by TheTimidLight

Chapter Four: Once Upon A December....

Abby... do you see me? Remember me?

I sighed, as Abby walked around her bedroom, a lavishly over-pinked affair, chatting into her iPhone to a friend back in her old hometown, swaying to some silly instrumental music she'd put on.

I swung my feet over the edge of the thick branch, fogging the windows of the passing cars to amuse myself, watching, waiting...

Abby hung up, and placed a new CD in the boom box, turning the sound up enough for the reverb to echo through the glass to where I sat.

And then, swaying in a sort of half-dance, she sang, her voice full of emotion, sadness and joy mixed together in a song that shattered my icy heart.

" ..figures dancing gracefully, across my memory!"

She twirled, her hair flying out like gossamer wings around her, arms outstretched, singing to a delicate chorus.

I watched her, mystified, as she allowed so much emotion to be set free in this song, her very soul on display for the world to see, once timid, now alive, one sheltered... now let free.

If there was anything I adored of, it was the gift of song: Abby's gift was very great, and for the first time in centuries, as I watched her dancing, swaying, holding her arms out in a guesture of release of joy during a chorus, I felt something almost completely alien to me, akin to nothing I've ever expirenced since Anna and Mother....

in my heart, my very essence, a heat kindled....

love.

I love Once Upon A December. I finally made a third version of Once Upon A December, this time with Xion. Here it is:

I love Once Upon A December. I finally made a third version of Once Upon A December, this time with Xion. Here it is:

Yea!

And yeah: I was listening to it, and I think: Jack Freeze > Winter > Died in the cold ...

So he'd probably LOVE Once Upon A December.

Cool video, BTW.

awww.... the 0:20 part...

so perfect for that scene.

Edited November 6, 201311 yr by TheTimidLight

Chapter Five: Dark Wind Serenade

I didn't remember falling asleep, but when I awoke the street was silent, every house dark, still... crickets chirping noisily in the bushes, a full moon peeking from out behind whispy clouds.

Abby's window was still light, and I could see her there, seated in a red chair, her long fingers tapping out a stacco rythm on a keyboard, her hair carelessly tossed over one shoulder in a loose ponytail, the picture of teenaged years.

".. someone holds me, safe and warm.."

She looked up, but I knew all she heard was the wind, playing gently against the rafters.

"... horses prance through a silver storm..."

my voice echoed, dim and lilting, and by the tense in her shoulders, I knew Abby could hear more than JUST the breeze outside.

"... things that were, things that will be... once upon a December..." I whispered, new lyrics forming in my mind at once.

Abby glanced out the window, clearly unnerved by my voice, but returned to her computer's gently glowing moniter almost at once, a careless shrug tossing doubt away.

"... embers burn, soft winds blow, this I say, this thee  know... once upon a December..."

Abby... do you know I'm here? Do you sense me?

" ... things my heart, too iced to love, killed by the frost, free as a dove..."

Abby got up and closed the curtains.

Edited November 6, 201311 yr by TheTimidLight

Chapter Six: Agenda

"... craziest thing, like singing! I know, right?!"

Abby's tinkling laugh sounded, like soft winters bells, as she and the other girl, the stranger, walked home together, giggling like years long friends.

" It's, like, crazy!"

The dark haired one said, a goth girl, with nose pierced, lips blackened, and eyes shadowed.

A " STFU Biotch!" tee completed her odd look: it was very distasteful.

Abby glided ahead, waving a sullen bye as she dashed across the street, legs working cat like, rushing up her porch.

The goth grinned, revealing a missing tooth on the lower gum, and a hidden agenda.

" Stupid bitch... didn't even know."

She pulled out a purple wallet: Abby's wallet.

As she eagerly began to count the tens and fifties, the hard earned paycheck from Abby's after school job, I could feel my anger rising.

The girl wandered through the woods path, headed towards Sicamore on the opposite end.

I followed.

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"... ain't seen no bi.."

" Once.. upon a December..."

In the middle of a rather filthy song about some sort of adulteruse, the girl paused, clearly spooked.

" Hello?"

" Horses prance through a silver storm...."

The girl glanced fearfully around, checking every tree, every moving shadow, her speed increasing, feet stepping and stumbling over roots and sticks: a scared animal.

And I was the hunter.

" someone holds me... safe and warm..."

My voice echoed through the dim trees, as the temperature began to drop, an icy chill invaiding the woods around the girl.

"... dancing gracefully, across my memory..."

The girl spotted the end of the path, and began to run, panting, eager...

I cut her off, stepping down from the trees as light as air, and as deadly as a cold chill in ten below weather.

"W.. who are you?"

She stumbles, falling to the ground.

" I'm Mr. White Christmas, I'm Mr. Snow.."

I raised my staff, the end glowing a deep blue.

"I'm Mr. Icicle.. I'm Mr. Ten Below!"

I shot pure ice at her shocked expression, the impact sending her head a good ten feet away.

Warm red splattered my jacket and face; it felt very pleasant.

" Friends call me Snow Mizer, whatever I touch..."

I walked away, licking a drip off my nose, the warmth very pleasant on my icy tounge.

" Turns to snow in my clutch..."

I turned, then flew up into the clouds, watching the redness below recede into the shadows of the trees.

" I'm too much."

Edited November 12, 201311 yr by TheTimidLight

Chapter Seven: Icicle Assassin 

Happy with my work, i went on, riding the winds, feeling the freedom of being in the skies, an icy chill following me as I went. 

About damn time so bodies started dropping: i'd been inactive too long. 

The singing was a good touch, confusing the quarry, but letting her see me had be a rooky mistake,  dead or no. 

No worries, Jack, I told myself; next one'll be better. 

Abby'd be getting home about now. and I wanted to have her wallet there for her, waiting. 

She deserved it; stealing from Abby like that... 

her blood still warmed my face, so I ran a finger through it, licking it off. 

Wonderful.... 

And soon to be joined by more. 

Time to shake up this town, I decided: time for a red snow fall. 

Edited December 29, 201311 yr by TheTimidLight