Splintered

Summary: When Jack Frost returns to Burgess six years later from juvie for murder, the whole town is on edge. Especially when on the night of his return the youngest sister of the Faerie family is killed with Jack as the main suspect.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dreamworks' Rise of the Guardians film or ABC Family's Twisted. which this is loosely based off.

Warnings: Character Death, possible use of minor OCs

Why hello there! This story was inspired by the television series Twisted, a personal new obsession of mine. But don't worry, it will have a few more twists and turns then that.

So I hope you enjoy!

Prologue-

A light breeze whistled in the summer air, ruffling the emerald leaves of the young, still growing trees of the North family backyard. Among the trees and various flowers was a play set, with a deep maroon slide and two matching colored swings, currently occupied.

"What do you think is taking Jack so long?", Anna asked her companion, as she lazily let her sandal covered feet hit the wood chips.

Said companion was on the opposite swing; his long legs stretched out, giving him no trouble stopping. It was easy to tell he'd grow into a handsome figure, with his tanned skin and deep green eyes.

"I dunno yet, 'e said it wouldn't take long.", replied the youth, annoyance thickening his Australian accent.

"Whatever 'it' was.", the blonde replied, violet eyes clearly insinuating an inside joke, however poor as it was.

It came as a success though, as the two chuckled lightly, but then returned to their conversation on their friends whereabouts.

Said eleven year old had left shortly into his home after distractedly murmuring something about getting himself a drink, but that had been nearly twenty minutes ago. Therefore, both of his friends had concluded that his absence was simply more than a need for water.

Normally, the trio had been inseparable. But over the last two weeks, that was not the case. Jack had been slowly acting more and more distracted; taking long periods of silence to ponder over something. Aster and Anna, though they noticed immediately, said little more than light teasing.

And all the light teasing, he'd responded to the same way.

"Don't worry about it."

Though that didn't seem to be the case when a thud sounded, seeming to come from the house.

Both youths looked at each other, suddenly worried for their best friend.

Anna slowly stood from the swing, strands of light blond hair falling onto the pale skin of her shoulders and over the white cotton fabric of her dress as she fluttered near the door, nervous but curious. She was shortly joined by Aster, as quick as the rabbit his name included, who was clutching the wooden boomerang he'd received on his birthday, Easter Sunday, tightly.

"Jack?", called the girl, her hands at the door knob. When there came no response, she opened it. The door easily slid open and the pair silently slipped inside.

"Jack, mate. Ya in here?", Aster called, walking through the familiar halls of the North residence.

Aster had known the house nearly as long as Jack had, having been near neighbors, only a block apart, to the North family. The Bunnymund's moving to be their neighbor the same year as the you fostered boy. Jack had only been intended to be fostered by the North family for the summer, but they had easily fallen in love with the boy and requested formal adoption. Over that summer, Jack had gotten to know the quaint neighborhood well, introducing himself to Aster and later meeting Anna, when Aster had invited him to tag along to the birthday party of one of her many sisters.

The two children continued into the immaculately cleaned house, and after sweeping the first floor, knew that he had to be upstairs.

After glancing at each for confirmation that the other wished to continue, they climbed the stairs, a mutual feeling of uneasiness upon them. When they reached the second floor, there was only a single door open.

And a sight that neither child was prepared to see.

…

Tooth woke with a start, violet eyes fluttering like the wings she'd imagined she'd had as a child. She glanced at her alarm clock, a sleek black thing that blinked with familiar red boxed digits.

Good, she was still home.

And not in that house.

Figuring it would only be fifteen minutes until the sounds of guitar and voices penetrated the silence of her bedroom, she decided upon silencing it and prepare for the day. The petite feet of the teen met the immaculately clean carpet as she grabbed the clothes she'd set out the previous night and in the same slow, tired pace made her way to shower.

An hour later, the previously blond female made her way down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a colorful turquoise top accompanied by gold belt. Her hair, which included multiple shades of blues and greens, was neatly straightened inches past her shoulders.

She greeted her father and each one of her six other sisters, all ready prepared for the day. Taking the offered breakfast plate, a pancake with a side of fresh whipped cream, she ate slowly listening to the chatter of her siblings. Her eyes glanced over to the television, where a young reporter in spectacles and a dark dress was speaking, but she paid it no mind.

After finishing her breakfast, the first out of her siblings, although her slow pace she gave her father a quick kiss goodbye and waved to the half dozen females of her family before walking out the door.

The only male resident of the Faerie house, a tale male with dark hair and matching eyes glanced at the television mindlessly as he searched for where he put his keys. The familiar white beard and blue eyes of his daughter's former best friend's father figure stared back at him.

…

Aster slid the already cooked eggs onto a plate and offered it to his sister, who gave him a toothy grin.

"T'anks Aster.", the young blonde replied, already seated at the table, with fork in hand prepared to devour, which she did, leaving a mess of egg and ketchup.

The tanned teenager grinned at his young sister, who was at the tender age of "almost five", as she always answered it with. The young girl only lightly resembled her brother, who's tanned skin and deep green eyes contrasted against her lighter skin and blue, wide set eyes.

"Yeah, ya little ankle bitter.", the teen replied, his accent not wavering at all in the years. He'd been born and raised in Australia until he was in his first double digit; his parents finally able to move to the town of Burgess a month after his birthday.

Aster still preferred the warmth of his home over the chilly weather of Burgess, but he didn't complain about it now. Especially when the only other person to complain to was his younger sister, and he'd never let a burden upon her.

"Done Aster!", the girl exclaimed when she finished, running from the table to fetch her bunny covered school bag, leaving Aster with the mess to pick up after.

After he'd saw his sister off to the day care, he continued his walk towards his high school, mind distracted by ideas for paintings for the Easter Egg Hunt he'd participated in planning for the past three years.

He didn't even realize when he had bumped into someone, and said person dropped the armful of books she was carrying.

"Sorry.", Aster replied automatically, as he helped pick up the books. When he looked up, he recognized immediately who it was, and acknowledged with a single word, "Tooth."

"A-Aster.", she replied, in a similar manner of greeting.

If either wanted to continue to speak, both feeling awkward about speaking to the other after the years, they didn't get the chance as the halls of the high school immediately silenced.

And that was never a good sign.

Aster turned, as he was the one with his back towards the door, and his eyes widened in surprise.

A teenager stood there clad in a pair of light brown pants, and a blue hoodie. His hair, the color of the untouched snow that any member of Burgess had been well acquainted with if they stayed the winter, and his eyes sapphires against his pale skin.

He was slowly making his way over to them, and Aster could hardly find it in himself to breath, conversation or usual banter slipping from his tongue.

After all, how else was one suppose to react when your former best friend, infamous child murder, was walking towards you?

And that's the end! How was it? Thank you for reading, please review so that...

Seraphina Smiles :)

(Yes, I played a little "name game")