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Jack Frost x Reader Prologue.

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July 24th, 1994.

“(Name)... I’m scared...” said 7-year-old Ryan, my younger brother. I could feel him shake in my arms as he whimpered. I didn’t tell him it would be okay. I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell him mom and dad would be back soon. I couldn’t tell him Spider-Man would climb in and save us. I couldn’t tell him everything would be okay. All I could do was hold him a little tighter and kiss his head every now and again.
I’m sure you’re wondering what the hell is happening.
Let me start out by saying Ryan and I were locked in my bedroom closet, while a horrifying man walked around our house, looking through our things, making himself feel at home, waiting for us. He was waiting for us to come out so he could us. The thought chilled me to the bone. I won’t lie, I’m absolutely terrified. I felt like a little girl who was just recently abandoned, not a grown 18-year-old girl. But I needed to be brave for Ryan. He needed me more than ever.
A chill ran down my spine as my bedroom door creaked open. Heavy footsteps filled the room. Ryan had just buried his face into my shoulder, doing his best not to make a sound. What to do, what to do?
I threw Ryan onto my back, securing his arms around my neck. We were gonna make a run for it and pray to God that we make it.
“I know you two are in here...”
His voice made me want to cry. He sounded old, his voice was deep and raspy, as if he had been smoking everyday of his life.
I could feel Ryan quietly sob into my shoulder, his tears soaking my big green-knit sweater. I squeezed his hands, hoping to provide the comfort my voice couldn’t. Ryan was going to leave this house, even if it kills me.
The floorboards creaked as the man slowly crept towards us. His footsteps got louder... and louder...
“Don’t you worry, kids... I’ll make sure it’s quick and clean... Well... maybe not...”
The footsteps stopped in front of the closet.
“(Name)...”
I clenched my hands around Ryan’s wrists, making him squeak in slight pain. The guilt hit me but he needed to be quiet, even if the man knew we were here. I tried to listen, to see if the man had made any movements. He didn’t.
What was he waiting for? Was he plotting out how he would kill me? My brother? Or was he just getting some sick pleasure knowing that he had us trapped?
I nearly jumped out of my skin when a sudden laughter flowed through the door.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
“Oh, this is just delightful... We haven’t had such an easy kill in ages...”
My breathing stopped and the world froze.
We?
The door flew open and I dashed into the man, knocking the air out of both of us. The thumping pain in my head didn’t subside as I sprinted out the door and down the stairs. I kept a good grip on Ryan as I headed towards the door that led to the outside. I had never been so happy to see such a door in my entire life.
We’re going to make it. We’re going to be okay. Everything’s going to be okay.
But of course it was too good to be true. Ryan fell to the ground as another man yanked my head back, my long (h/c) hair in his fist. Ryan quickly stood up and stared at us with wide, terrified eyes. I shoved him towards the door, flinching as the man pulled me back. “GO, RYAN! GO GET HELP!” Ryan must have been petrified, he didn’t move.
“Thought you brats could get away, eh?” the man sneered. I ignored him and kept my focus and Ryan.
“(N-Name)...”
The man, angry at being ignored, slammed me into the wall behind us. A groan escaped my lips as pain tingled throughout my body. The man let me go and I fell to the ground, my nose breaking as it collided with the tile flooring. This made it harder to breath.
“Ryan... please... go...” The man rested his foot on top of head, slowing adding more pressure.
Ryan had to make it out alive... he had to. My younger took a quick look at the door, then back at me. I had no time to tell him again as the man moved his foot from my face and gave my chest a swift kick.
“Ugh...” The man laughed and started creeping towards Ryan. He cowered away from the man, but who could blame him?
“No...” I threw myself towards the man’s legs and clamped my teeth down onto his ankle.

(A/N: Seriously, I’d do the same thing. I have zero upper body strength. Back to the story.)

The man cried out and seeing how shaking me off was futile, he began to kick me. I felt like a mutt. Through blurry eyes, I managed to see Ryan escape, as sad and broken look on his once innocent face. He’s never going to forget this.
The man finally got me to let go and huffed angrily.
The last thing I saw before darkness consumed me was the man from upstairs coming down and the man that beat me pull out a rusty knife.


“Think anyone will find the body here?”
“I doubt anyone is going to walk this far into the forest to dig through leaves.”
“Well, the wind could pick up! Why don’t we just toss her into the lake?”
“No, in a few days her body will float back up and someone will find her.”
“That won’t happen!”
“The water will penetrate her body to equalize the density, and she’ll float.”
“Damn you. Then what are supposed to do? Bury her? That’s original.”
“Go to hell. Let’s hide her up in the trees. If the cops do end up coming this far, they won’t bother looking up. And if they do, we’ll try to make the body blend in. If we’re lucky, the birds will take care of her in a few days.” They picked the body up.
“Hey, careful with her head! We don’t want a bigger mess to clean up.”
“Shut up.”



But little did the men know that your body wouldn’t decompose like all the others they tried to get rid of did. As night fell, the moonlight caressed your covered figure. You wouldn’t disappear and be forgotten like all the others. You would be remembered for centuries to come. The Man in Moon made sure of it.
Wow. Just... wow. I finally posted something that I'm proud of online. Sweet.
Anyway, keep in mind that there might be mild to extreme swearing/cursing in future chapters, maybe even mature content. (No lemons, I don't think I'm ready for that...)
And just to inform you, the story isn't going to be all depressing like this was. I want this to be an adventure! Thanks to my buddy James for reading the beginning and giving me feedback. YOU RULE MAN. :iconyayamericaplz: YOU RULE.

(See any mistakes? Feel free to inform me! But be nice about it, I'm quite sensitive.)

Carry on.
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ElentiyaArt's avatar
This is such an awesome but sad story!