VI
Foretold
He knew where she was! He knew it!
Though he wasn’t sure if she would actually be there or not.
When he woke up that morning he had thought real hard on what places she could be that he hadn’t checked. It clicked as he was flying through the clouds and looked down to see a high school.
Jack walked into Wyandotte High dressed as a normal teenager. He had taken some clothes from a department store down the road to fit in. His clothes that he usually wore weren’t… current. His clothes never got dirty, for some odd apparent reason, so the last time he had updated his wardrobe was almost thirty years ago.
Jack looked around, trying to find what he had heard as the “office,” until he heard a voice behind him.
“Well, well, well, don’t you look new and fine as hell.”
He turned around to see a girl shorter than him, but with an hourglass figure.
The girl looked closer at him, surprised to see his eyes. They were a mix between a light blue and black, like the frost he spread.
“You are new, right?” The girl asked. He nodded. “Well I’m Gracie Alistair.”
Gracie held out her hand to shake his, but he didn’t.
Flustered, Gracie pulled her hand back and continued talking.
“I can show you the office, but in return for something back.”
“Like what?” he asked. Jack was confused by the look she was giving him. Her eyes roaming his body with a hungry gaze that made Jack repulsed to be even near her.
“Oh, you know,” she waved, “some fun.”
The way she said fun and licked her lips after concluded in Jack shaking his head, “thanks, but I’ll find it.”
Gracie’s cheeks flushed, “okay, well, if you need anything, just come find me.”
With that, she walked away leaving a bunch of guys staring at her backside.
Who would ever want that, he thought, when you could have so much better.
Eventually, he reached the office.
“Excuse me,” he said, and the lady at the front desk looked up, “I’m, I’m here for the student tour.”
The lady looked at him closely, determining something. What, he didn’t know. Finally she nodded.
“Name?”
The question took Jack back a bit, it had been hundreds of years since someone had asked for his name, and that alone did not go down well.
But what should he say? His real name, or a fake one?
“Jackson… Frost.”
The lady looked skeptical, but the way Jack’s face must show the truth did her in. She sighed, asked him the appropriate questions, and gave him a school pass. He made sure not to touch the lady, but when he touched the card, it immediately froze in his hands. Luckily, the lady was already back on her computer playing solitaire and waiting for the next person to come up to her.
Jack had already started looking for the girl as he stepped out of the office. His heart thudded in excitement to finally touch the only thing that wouldn’t frost over. It would release the thousands of years of waiting, the thousands of years of wanting to touch the human flesh that would always stay warm and alive.
A bell rang overhead, and students were pushing to get to their classes before they were late. Jack made sure to keep his fists clenched in his pockets and not out in the open. Everywhere he turned, he was being pushed, shoved, and ran into. Never in his thousands of years has he been treated this way, though it wasn’t intentional.
Jack was almost to the brink where he would kneel and force all his frost into the ground to stop the people near him, but he reign in back into himself.
Breathe, he thought.
In, out. In, out. In, out.
Slowly, he calmed down and ignored the kids still pushing to get around him. Others were looking at him like he was weird.
Probably because I’m standing still in the middle of a stampeding hallway, he thought.
Slowly, very slowly, he started to walk again.
Only a few seconds had passed when he felt a tingling start in his toes, crawling up his feet, ankles, legs, and reached the top of his head, where his eyes experienced a bright light. The light stopped Jack in his tracks, along with his breath.
He could feel it, he could feel his soul. He could feel the half that had parted with him so many millennia ago.
The feeling became bigger and bigger, until it felt as if he would explode. He knew that this half of his soul was close.
So very, very close.
Finally, the blinding white light faded away, and he turned frantically, trying to find what he could not see.
People were still pushing around him, toward him, passed him. He did not pay attention to them, to any of them. All he cared about was the girl.
Jack started to push his way through, not using his hands but his arms. He pushed, and pushed, and pushed, until his arm connected with warmth.
The blinding light came back with a force, brighter than before, and he could tell that the warmth he was feeling saw it too.
A small whisper edged its way into Jack’s head, becoming louder and louder as the whisper became clearer.
At that point, he knew what it was saying, and he whispered the words it spoke.
With eyes bluer than the sea,
No other color could decree.
Skin the finest gold,
Having the complexion a hue of bold.
Lips as red as blood,
Giving every man’s heart a thud.
Locks the color of wet earth with shine,
Smelling of roses and lavender divine.
Cheeks a blossom of light pink,
Seeing the bones with a slight sink.
A nose with curve and flutter lace,
Freckles throughout the soft face.
Her troubled gaze a part of life,
A home so quiet but full of strife.
Heartbreak through only the cold,
Faltering her step into the foretold. No love, no grave,
Shall the eternal feeling rave.
A heart so giving, a heart so kind,
See her life soon be twined.
Her love be returned with the bearer of her soul,
Calm her being with cajole.
Bestow a start so chocking and full,
In the end as soft as wool.
Let her love and let her be,
For eternity with the one she set free.
As Jack finished those words, the light faded once again, and the warmth was gone. He panicked, he needed to find the one who was described in his words.
He turned around to look, and spotted someone running toward the front doors. He started to run to the doors too, yelling for the runner to wait, to stop, but she did not. She kept on running until she was out of his sight and far away from him.
He knew he would have to find her, and find her fast. So he looked back at the school and the eyes that stared, turned around, blinked, and shot up into the sky. He didn’t that the students saw him at one minute, and the next he was gone. All he cared about was getting to the girl.