( Rated 17 for blood, gore, mayhem, violent refrences, brief innuendo, and general disturbing~ness)
I ran, so fast, so far, fleeing the broken ruin of the Red Queen's castle, blood from Teapots and Dollbabies still staining my dress, the knife I'd grown so used too glistening crimson in the light.
Ahead, through a break in the trees, a figure dashed around, yelling and whooping as ice ran delicately over the trees, making fern~like patterns of frost.
" Who goes there? I warn you, I'm armed."
Silence, as the figure landed; a boy, no older than 20, in a wintery~blue sweater, brown leggings that strapped to the legs, and carrying a staff shaped vaugely like a candy~cane.
" Who are you? " He asked, he voice deep and high, child~like and manly, wonderful... and deadly.
" My name is Alice; Alice Moira Knightly. Who are you?"
The boy struck an odd pose: tossing his staff into the air, he caught it, and laid it across his slender shoulders, resting his long~fingered white hands on it.
" Name's Jack: Jack Frost."
" It's not safe here Jack."
Jack smirked, and I noticed the delicate shape of a snowflake was imprinted on each ice~blue iris, a strange and wonderuse thing to see.
" I'm not scared. I'm not scared of anything."
As if called, a massive Dollbaby, eyes missing, hair tangled, hook gleaming with the blood of a fresh victom, came tumbling through the Momerath Woods, screeching evily as she spotted us.
" No!" I yelled,
taking a leap forward to ram my knife into the Dolls stomach, warm redness drenching me as the Dollbaby cried out in its death~throes.
Wiping blood off my face, I turned back to face Jack, who had watched this interestedly.
" That... was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen?"
I had to laugh, his face smiling angelicly at me, those snow~flake iris's... intoxicating.
" You.. get turned on by blood a lot, or just when a girl sheds it?"
" I wasn't talking about the blood.."
" What exactly are you implying then, Mr. Frost."
He smiled, a deeper smile than before, his snow~flake eyes flashing.
" I'm implying that I want to kiss you, Miss Knightly. "
He stepped forward, and I lost myself to him; his embrace, his touch.
His kiss was fire and ice at once, cold chills flashed through with heat racing up and down my spine.
I raised my hand to his cheek, blood smearing the pure whiteness of his skin.
He looked at me, touching my own face to wipe the red away, the crimson wetness so beautiful against the icy~paleness of his skin.
" That was... unexpected."
I smiled; " Contrarywise, Jack: It was what I've been looking for all along."
With our faces smeared with gore, and the withered corpse of the Dollbaby rusting in the sudden snowfall, Jack took his hand in mine, disregarding the redness the oozed between his fingers, and held it, as we walked into the calm and the quiet of the Tulgy Wood.
( Rated 17 for blood, gore, mayhem, violent refrences, brief innuendo, and general disturbing~ness)
I ran, so fast, so far, fleeing the broken ruin of the Red Queen's castle, blood from Teapots and Dollbabies still staining my dress, the knife I'd grown so used too glistening crimson in the light.
Ahead, through a break in the trees, a figure dashed around, yelling and whooping as ice ran delicately over the trees, making fern~like patterns of frost.
" Who goes there? I warn you, I'm armed."
Silence, as the figure landed; a boy, no older than 20, in a wintery~blue sweater, brown leggings that strapped to the legs, and carrying a staff shaped vaugely like a candy~cane.
" Who are you? " He asked, he voice deep and high, child~like and manly, wonderful... and deadly.
" My name is Alice; Alice Moira Knightly. Who are you?"
The boy struck an odd pose: tossing his staff into the air, he caught it, and laid it across his slender shoulders, resting his long~fingered white hands on it.
" Name's Jack: Jack Frost."
" It's not safe here Jack."
Jack smirked, and I noticed the delicate shape of a snowflake was imprinted on each ice~blue iris, a strange and wonderuse thing to see.
" I'm not scared. I'm not scared of anything."
As if called, a massive Dollbaby, eyes missing, hair tangled, hook gleaming with the blood of a fresh victom, came tumbling through the Momerath Woods, screeching evily as she spotted us.
" No!" I yelled,
taking a leap forward to ram my knife into the Dolls stomach, warm redness drenching me as the Dollbaby cried out in its death~throes.
Wiping blood off my face, I turned back to face Jack, who had watched this interestedly.
" That... was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen?"
I had to laugh, his face smiling angelicly at me, those snow~flake iris's... intoxicating.
" You.. get turned on by blood a lot, or just when a girl sheds it?"
" I wasn't talking about the blood.."
" What exactly are you implying then, Mr. Frost."
He smiled, a deeper smile than before, his snow~flake eyes flashing.
" I'm implying that I want to kiss you, Miss Knightly. "
He stepped forward, and I lost myself to him; his embrace, his touch.
His kiss was fire and ice at once, cold chills flashed through with heat racing up and down my spine.
I raised my hand to his cheek, blood smearing the pure whiteness of his skin.
He looked at me, touching my own face to wipe the red away, the crimson wetness so beautiful against the icy~paleness of his skin.
" That was... unexpected."
I smiled; " Contrarywise, Jack: It was what I've been looking for all along."
With our faces smeared with gore, and the withered corpse of the Dollbaby rusting in the sudden snowfall, Jack took his hand in mine, disregarding the redness the oozed between his fingers, and held it, as we walked into the calm and the quiet of the Tulgy Wood.
THE END
Edited by Shana09