First Easter Blizzard - 1968

This one beating caused his name to spread, infamously throughout the spirit world. Jack had made a blizzard in '68... on Easter. It was a well known rule. Do NOT mess with Easter ... or really any of the Guardians' work.

He was close to exhaustion. His eyes were too tired to keep fully open any longer. The last time he had slept was... one? two? three months ago? he lost count after the first month. He was just so busy trying to spread snow and avoid other spirits. Just when he was about to create a snow bank to land in, he was tackled to the side, his back slamming into a tree.

Jack was roughly jerked to his feet by the summer spirit Verano. Bright blue eyes stared into chocolate ones.

"What's going on?" he tried to say, but tiredness got the best of him and all that came out was "Waahh onnnnn?"

"Awww... does little baby Jack need to learn how to talk?" Jack dimly became aware of Verano's, presence. "And where do you think you're going, Frosty?" Verano didn't wait for a reply before cutting Jack's windpipe with a burning hand. Now, Jack was awake.

Jack tried to focus his eyes on Verano. He squinted. "When did... you have... have a twin?" He struggled to say, his eyes crossing themselves. The hand tightened its hold. Jack struggled as he felt the unbearable heat on his neck. His lips turned blue from the lack of oxygen and blood to his brain, but the skin surrounding his neck turned a bright red from the fire. A terrible burnt smell wafted through the air. Reflexively, he kicked out, panic rushing through his veins.

"Hah! You're as stupid as ever, ain't that right, Verano?" Herbst, the fall spirit, turned to his friend, the summer elemental.

Then the hand let go and Jack fell to the cold ground, gasping. He looked up at the two fuming seasonal spirits before him.

Verano laughed, his body big enough to rival North's body. "Too bad Xuan isn't here to see this." he said, referring to the spring elemental, who was probably spreading flowers everywhere.

"We can tell her later. I'm sure she'll have a laugh." Herbst waved him off. "Anyways, down to business... You were going to spread some snow, weren't you?" It was a question even though he already knew what the answer was.

"J-just a little," Jack stuttered, backing into the tree bark. "I t-thought the Easter eggs would look n-nicer." He hated the way his voice wavered, but he couldn't help it. tiredness was making his legs shake, barely able to keep him standing up.

Herbst's face reddened. "I don't care why, or if it's a little or a lot. It's springtime now, Xuan's area of expertise. You shouldn't be here spreading your dreaded snow and freaking cold." He kicked him hard with his foot. His staff in hand, he stabbed the blunt end into Jack's leg, shattering a bone.

But Jack didn't hear anything after that; exhaustion was making his mind a blur. He didn't have time to yell in pain as the rest of the spirits joined in.

He managed to catch some words as they trickled through his ears and into his brain.

"Cold... Murderer..."

"Death...useless... go to hell..."

"...Frostbite." Jack mentally winced when he heard that nickname for him. It meant everything that he hated. And it described him perfectly. According to a dictionary he found in the trash, frostbite was an injury to any part of the body after excessive exposure to extreme cold, sometimes progressing from initial redness and tingling to gangrene.

He didn't want to read anymore after that. He knew that his coldness could hurt... could kill... and he hated that.

"Why don't you ...go where ...you're wanted?"

Jack's brain begged him not to reply, but for some reason, he felt something in his chest. Afterwards, when he tried to describe it to the wind, he found that he couldn't. It was just a feeling... a feeling that made him want to have...fun; he felt the urge to turn this situation into...a joke. He managed to cry out, "I don't know where to go! Where do I go? As you can see, I'm open to suggestions -oof!"

But despite the jumbled words, the elementals understood him anyways. "Then Go to hell."

Ouch. That hurt. And with that, the feeling in his chest disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Nobody wants you here." That was true. It was like Jack had a giant sign on his head that said hate me please.

He didn't even realize when they had left him. He just slumped against the tree and slept with tiny snowflakes falling all around him

He groaned when he came back to his senses. Everything hurt. He tried to turn this into a "good" situation like the fact that the fists hadn't gone through him, but he couldn't.

The words haunted him and echoed in his mind.

"Go to hell."

"Frostbite."

"Death."

He quickly analyzed the wounds that littered his body. His leg was broken as well as his ankle. Judging from his ragged breathing and the pain from his stomach, several ribs were broken as well. He had a nasty cut across his chest that gushed blood. Bruises were everywhere as well.

After crawling to his staff, he silently froze some of the major wounds, like the one on his chest, and let some snow fall. The cold numbed his pain. He laid there on the ground, closing his eyes. The snow fell harder but he didn't notice. The numbness felt wonderful compared to the feeling he felt before.

Soon, he was completely asleep, unaware of the blizzard he was creating.

He didn't know what woke him. Usually he would sleep for a whole day before getting back up. But his internal clock told him it had only been a few hours. So what woke him?

The wind curled around him violently, warning him about an oncoming danger. She gestured for him to fly, fly far away to safety.

"Jeez, wind, there's no one here. Relax. Or better yet, take a chill pill." He chuckled at his joke, brushing some snow off his head. He reached into his pocket and took out a sewing kit and some bandages he had found in a trash bin a while back. But before he could start patching himself up, the wind almost blew him over, jarring his injuries.

"Wind!" Jack yelped. "Cut it out! What's your problem-" Jack didn't finish his sentence. His keen ears picked up a noise.

Thump thump thump...

He turned in the direction of the noise.

Was that ... the Easter Bunny?

What was the Easter Bunny doing here-

Then suddenly it came crashing down on him. He looked around quickly.

Snow... Blizzard... Easter Sunday... Oh no...

Everywhere he looked was as white as snow. Frost grew on the shrubs and trees while the biting cold killed Xuân's flowers. He stopped the snowflakes that were still falling. His mind reflected back to something the elementals had said many, many times. You're a murderer, Frostbite. How many had he killed with this blizzard? How many suffered from the cold? How many lives did he take without permission? The adults and children alike weren't prepared for the storm since the weather forecast surely couldn't have foretold this.

This was bad, very bad. He had only meant to spread a little snow, not this much. Xuân was going to finally kill him for sure. Then maybe he wouldn't have to endure this torture all the time. He was tired and exhausted.

But on the bright side, the cold had numbed his pain just as planned.

Leaning on his staff, he staggered to his feet and pulled his blue hood over his head and pulled his sleeves down, covering his injuries. He was ashamed to look at them. The snow that was still covering him did well to cover most of his body in snow, concealing the blood.

"Wind!" He cried urgently, "Take me away!" His only friend lifted him up and carried him off as gently as possible.

"Oi, come back here, ya bloody show pony!" Jack heard Bunny yell behind him. The white haired spirit would've smirked if he had the time. A large boomerang hit him in the back of the head and he plummeted to the ground right in front of Bunny.

Bunny pulled Jack up by the arm, not noticing the boy wince. Jack was glad that his hood was still up.

"Oi! Did ya' make this blizzard?" cried an Australian voice.

The white haired spirit looked up at a fuming animal. Jack nodded numbly at the giant rabbit. This must be the famous Easter Bunny.

"Do ya' know what ya' just did?"

Created a reason for Xuân to kill him?

"You made it snow on Easter, ya' dag."

Oh, yeah, almost forgot about that. Jack looked back at the ground, "I-I-I'm sorry..."

Bunny almost exploded. "Yer SORRY? That's all ya can say? YER SORRY?! Well, SORRY DOESN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"I can explain-"

"You ruined my bloody holiday! Now all the children are locked inside from your bloody snow," The Easter Bunny berated the young boy, pointing at his hooded head. The large animal, too angry, didn't notice Jack's slumped figure, the bruises, or even the blood splattered like paint on the ground. "How do ya' think the kids are gonna find ma' eggs in all your snow?!"

"I'm sor-"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, ya bloody rat bag."

"It was an acci-" He stopped when he saw the lunatic look in those green eyes. He had seen that look in the other spirit's eyes as well as the elementals' eyes. Bunny was livid and far beyond reasoning. The sudden loss of belief and the cold had gotten to Bunny and filled him with hate and resentment towards the one responsible for his pain.

The Easter Rabbit reprimanded him, telling him things everyone else already told him. Jack was nothing but a troublemaker, a no-good trickster, and he would always be that way for as long as he lived. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera...

But the thing that shocked Jack the most was the blow that bruised his already broken ribs.

In his anger, Bunny never noticed how Jack didn't protest. It was almost as if the boy was used to things like this. A boomerangs sliced through the air and into their target. Jack's injuries multiplied every second.

"Keep your bloody powers to yourself."

The rabbit's beating didn't go on as long as Jack thought it would. Bunny had stopped abruptly, realizing what day it was and how much time he had left to distribute his gifts for the children. Dimly, in the back of his mind, he barely registered the beating he gave to Jack Frost. Guilt flashed across his face for a brief second before it was overwhelmed by disgust.

"I don't have bloody time for this - for you - right now. I've got hope to spread." Bunny turned around and tapped the ground for a giant tunnel opened up. "Stay away from my holiday, Frostbite."

Jack winced from the ground at the sudden insulting name and nodded. He coughed out blood but Bunny didn't notice- didn't care. The boy would've asked the wind to take him somewhere else but his broken leg prevented him from doing so.

Noticing that Jack hadn't flown off yet, the older spirit continued, "You're a bloody nuisance. Why don't you just die?" With that last note, he jumped down the giant hole leaving behind a pink tulip.

The winter spirit was still for a second, still swaying on his feet.

The young boy stared intently at the flower. Slowly kneeling down, as to not jostle his wounds, he attempted to shield it from the deathly cold. He had never seen this type of flower before. Sure, they were on posters and in books but they only grew in the spring, not in the winter. He plucked it out of the ground. The stem was firm and the leaves were waxy. Its petals were smooth like his ice, but unlike his hard ice, the petals were soft and colorful. The flower was beautiful; it held life, something his element took away unmercifully.

The flower, however, only lived for ten seconds flat before it succumbed to the cold - his cold. Those soft petals dulled in color and wilted. The leaves fell to the snow below while the yellowing stem drooped. Jack continued to stare until all of its life was sucked out and all that was left in his hands was a dead, withered plant. He had killed it. It wasn't made to thrive in his winter. It was made to thrive to the well-nourished soil and feel loved and warm. And Jack longed to feel the same way.

His mind went over the conversation he and Bunny had had. And there was one phrase that lingered...

Why don't you just die?

The younger spirit froze. Die? Bunny wanted him to die? He had tried to die many times to do so, but none of his attempts had succeeded. Maybe there was something he was doing wrong. Maybe there was only one way for spirits to die.

The wind urged him to shake the thought out of his head and he obeyed. She had been battling the other winds but was outnumbered 3 to 1. The wind, of course, didn't approve of Bunny's attitude but was too weak to do anything; the blizzard had tired her out.

The Easter Bunny was a Guardian, a protector of children. He had the same status as the elementals'. Supposedly, though Jack was beginning to doubt it now, the only difference between the Guardians and the Elementals was that the Guardians were a whole lot nicer to their fellow spirits, not just to the children.

Bunnymund had just then proved that theory wrong. The winter spirit couldn't care less about what the season spirits thought about him. They had always been known for their negative personalities and extreme anger issues. But Bunnymund was one of the Guardians. They protected the all the good things in life, the things that he had never known for as long as he could remember: the wonder, the hope, the memories, and the dreams. They were supposed to be the good guys.

But if the "good guys" also thought badly of him, then maybe everything he heard over the two hundred years, the insults and names, were true and justified.

Now, Jack knew there was no one there for him. Of course, he had always known that, but he had kept it in the back of his mind.

No one would ever be there for Jack. No one cared about him. No one tried to have a conversation with him. No one patted him on the back. No one would ever do those things.

All they ever did was beat him, insult him, toss him about carelessly, and leave him to suffer with multiple injuries. He deserved all that, too.

He would always be a worthless, cold hearted, evil, sadistic murderer who apparently bit people's noses.

His eyes watered and he could feel tears beginning to form. But he blinked them back. He hadn't cried in hundreds of years and he wouldn't start now. He slapped a smile on his bruised face because...

if you were smiling, then that meant that you were happy… right?

However, as Jack left, he didn't notice the contrasting black sand on the snow where Bunny used to stand.

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Nor did he notice the yellow eyes that watched him from a distance.

It's been quite a while since I last updated. This chapter had actually been saved for a really long time. But for some reason, I never got to upload it.

Anyways, I'm trying to improve my writing skills, so if you guys reading this could give me some constructive criticism it would really help me write better stuff for you .

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