Yeah I'm Smiling, But On The Inside I'm Dying (Jack Frost, Rise Of The Guardians FanFic)

Fleeing From Death

*+*Delilah's PoV*+*

I crept to the top of the wooden stairs clutching my pillow tightly, and with every quiet step I took, the yelling got louder and louder. By now I could tell it was my parents yelling, but I couldn't hear what they were yelling about, so me being me, I silently walked down the stairs. Curiosity burned in my mouth and caution set the butterflies in my stomach out of their cages, as my feet carried me to the kitchen door.

"I'LL KILL HIM! THAT BASTARD SHOULDN'T BE IN MY HOUSE ANYWAY!" I heard father growl.

"STEPHEN!" Mother tried to calm him down, "It's not his fault! Wasn't it YOU who lost our pocket knife anyway! That was our first murder weapon! He's not the only one at wrong here!"

"You may be right Brittany," it sounded like he was calming down, so I peeked around the corner to see, "it's not his fault - IT'S YOURS! AND I DIDN'T LOOSE THAT FUCKING POCKET KNIFE, THE LITTLE SLUT UPSTAIRS DID! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ASSHOLE DOING HERE ANYWAY?!"

Mother looked around the room to come up with a convincing lie about the whore who was here earlier. I guess father busted those two. She seemed to be at a loss of words, until her eyes landed on me. An evil, dirty smirk graced her disgusting face as she stood taller.

"She got me drunk." Mother said, proud of herself, while pointing a stubby finger directly a me. "The bitch told me it was you and I couldn't see anything because of the alcohol, so I believed her."

Panic pumped through my veins as I froze on the spot. I watched father spin on the heels of his boots and stare at me like he was prepared to murder me. His face hardened into an unforgivable death stare and he began to walk towards me. As he got closer, he pulled out an old rusty butchers knife from a kitchen draw and held it menacingly.

"You've ruined everything." He growled, "You made us pay for everything. We're still in debt because of you! And now, you're trying to ruin our marriage! You're going to pay you little bitch!" He was now close enough to me to strike, and I'm guessing he would've, if I hadn't've ran.

So yet again I was running. The previous time I was running to save Jack's feelings - because let's face it, no one wants to try to mend an unfixable heart and soul, and its quite impossible to try without getting hurt - and now I'm running to save my life.

Still clutching my pillow, I threw open the red front door and ran back through the streets with father hot on my tail yelling curses and demanding my return so he could slice me into little bits. My black clothes hid me in the darkness from onlooking witnesses and my black hair covered my black tear-stained pale face. My feet kept me moving through the streets and eventually into the woods. It was as if they were on autopilot and carried me through the thick snow and fallen branches. By then, a snowstorm had picked up and I could no longer hear anything but the screaming of the wind as it ripped past my ears.

Although soon, I came to my spot and the snowstorm stopped along with my feet. Exhaustion came over me and I collapsed to the ground next to the rock I previously sat upon that afternoon. The last thing I saw before darkness clouded my vision, was Manny darkening in the starry night sky. "Please Manny..." I mumbled breathlessly, "be happy."

As my eyelids closed, he glowed brighter and that left a smile to plaster itself onto my face.

*+*Jack's PoV*+*

I saw everything.

I had just hovered near the kitchen window and watched Delilah's father attempt to murder her with a knife. The only thing stopping me from helping her was the will MiM had forced upon me to stay put. Then I was flying high above her as she ran from her father, through the streets and into the woods. It was then that the will to do nothing disappeared and was replaced by a voice - not just any voice, but MiM himself.

"Now." He instructed, "Detour her father, but don't let either of them know you are there."

Those were the words I was waiting for. With that, I immediately let my angered emotions run from my heart to my staff, and that caused one of the greatest snowstorms I had ever made. Delilah's father had gotten off track and went the opposite way to her. After making sure he would not turn her way, I raced through the cool air towards Delilah, to find her at the entrance to my home - the clearing. I saw her fall near the rock she was sitting on earlier that afternoon and raced to her aid.

"Please Manny..." She murmured weakly staring up at the sky, "be happy." Her eyes closed and I began to panic.

"No, no, no!" I yelled as I knelt next to her. I gently picked up her head and placed it in my lap as I wiped away the black stains on her face from her make up. "Please open your eyes Delilah. Please." I begged to see those stunning purple irises surrounding the balls of black in her eyes. They've always amazed me, and it shocked me to learn that humans can be born with that eye colour.

"Take her to North. It is time for the reunion." MiM commanded.

"Reunion? What do you mean?!" I asked as I looked up, only to be blinded by a beam of light creating a spotlight on us, emitting from the moon.

I never got an answer to that. Instead I picked up Delilah bridal style with the pillow she was holding, and thankfully she snuggled into my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck. That meant she was still alive! I flew to the workshop at the North Pole with the moonbeam never leaving us and with no idea what I was in for.