CHAPTER 7

Easter Sunday 1968

Jack was bored. With it being easter Sunday everyone was too focus on egg hunts to marvel at Jacks snow, which he spent hours upon hours, even days to make, to ensure that every snowflake was unique and different from the last. It hurt when the adults just brushed aside Jacks creations as nothing but a nuisance, while the smiles of enjoyment and pure curiosity that gleamend in the children's eyes made the pain of being ignored and thought of as annoying whorthwhile. Besides making snowflakes gave Jack something to focus on when he was at his lowest.

However right now Jack was not in the mood to make snowflake. What he wanted was some fun. And with that thought Jack leapt into the winds embrace, as it brought Jack to his pond. From his pond Jack lazely rode the wind until he was at the park where an easter hunt was being done. He watched the children try to find the chocolate eggs and enjoyed the fun that the children to have.

However his happy mood soon plummeted to a deep depletion as he began to feel an annoying itch that ran from his neck to his hand that held his staff. He sighed, the itch was a signal from mother nature that a blizzard was needed as soon as possible. The place that needed the blizzard was the whole northern part of American, which included the town of Burgress.

For the last few years he had been given orders for freak weather, in the most ridicules places, like doing a snow storm during the day in the Sahara desert. Even if Jack didn't want to do it he had to in order to bring nature back in balance. He had once tried to hold a needed storm away but by holding the storm in, he had in the end turned a simple heavy snow pore into a raging blizzard that lead to a whole villages death. Since then Jack never tried to deny nature what it demanded of him. Thee moments made Jack feel depressed and helpless, because he knew that he had no full control of the storm, the most he could do was ask the wind to not blow so much snow on peoples homes so that they can't least get in and out of their home with out being snowed in/out of their home.

Jack slowly took to the sky and drew in a deep breath, which he then released in to the sky, his icy breath slowly began to turn the cloudly sky into a mass of grey clouds that stretched for miles upon miles over the whole of north America. In some areas it was just a simple snow storm while in other places like Buttress the storm turned into a full blown blizzard that had everyone leaving the easter hunts to go home to the warmth as fast as they could. After watching everyone leave Jack slowly landed on the snow covered ground, and with a sad smile picked up one of the disregarded easter eggs that froze solid in his grasp.

Once in his grasp Have began to admire the art work that went into the eggs, it reminded him of the effort he placed into each of his snowflakes. His admiring was cut off because of a boomerang that smashed the egg out of his hand, hurting his fingers in the process.

Jack quickly brought his hand to his chest, hissing softly in pain. On just managing to duck as the boomerang made its way back to the one who throw it in the first place.

Jack turned around to come face to face with a very angry easter bunny.

"Hello, mate we got a problem." Stated the bunny before it threw its boomerang straight at Jack's head.

AN: sorry am so sorry! I have had writers block but then my mind started thinking about easter Sunday that jack ruined and this happened. Sorry its so late and so short.

PS: sandy was the winner of the pairing contest.

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