FALLING FOR MR FROST

JACKSON POVThe sickening crunch of the impact cut through the air. My breath hitched as I tried to register what just happened.Meanwhile, the car didn't stop. It just sped up and the taillights disappeared into the storm like it had never been there.Had I just witnessed a hit-and-run?For a second, I just stood there, frozen. My brain still struggling to process. Did that really—?Yes. Yes, it did.I snapped out of it and ran.My boots slipped on the ice, and I nearly went down, but I caught myself just in time. The person was lying face-down in the snow, utterly still.Oh God. Oh God, Oh God.“Hey!” I yelled, my heart racing in my chest. “Can you hear me?”I dropped to my knees beside him—it was a man but there was no movement and he was unresponsive, a dark pool of blood slowly seeping into the snow around him.That looked bad.That looked really, really bad.I had basic first aid training from that summer I volunteered at the community center, but this was far beyond anything I

JACKSON POVThe shower started and I forced myself to move. Clothes. Right. He needed clothes. I went to my bedroom and started digging through my drawers.I stumbled upon some dark gray sweatpants, a black t–shirt and a Gary hoodie to match. I smiled in satisfaction as I looked back at my selection.“These would suit him,” I muttered as I folded them carefully, thinking about how he would look on my clothes.I left the stack outside the bathroom door then retreated to the four corners of the kitchen. “Ah—”I had completely forgotten that the grocery bags were still by the front door. When I peeked out the door, I sighed to see them surrounded by a puddle of molten snow.“The milk’s definitely warm now,” I picked everything up and started putting them away in the kitchen almost on auto-pilot.Putting the cans and bags of food away helped, it made everything feel almost normal again.My phone was on the counter, still showing no signal. Sigh. I continued putting away things when someth

FROSTI couldn't sleep no matter how much I tried. Finally I sat up, frustrated because my mind kept reaching for memories that weren't there.Running through dark woods, voices shouting, pain tearing through me, then nothing.These half visions tormented me and every time I woke up empty. In the dreams I could remember what happened to me but once I woke up all traces of it was gone, and I would always be back to square one,blank.I stood and paced, restless, and decided to explore the small house I was in. Everywhere I went, everything was stacked neatly and very organized.I was impressed.There was a framed photo on one of his tidy shelves and I picked it up, studying it in the bright bulbs overhead. Jackson was with an older couple, his parents probably, all three of them smiling at whoever held the camera and Jackson looked younger there.I set it down carefully and kept moving until I found myself outside Jackson's bedroom door staring at him.I know I shouldn't but my hand w

FROST POVI woke up gasping, it was such a terrible nightmare, and this time I could recall fragments which was better than former days when I'll just wake up blank. My chest was heaving like I had ran for miles. I struggled to swing my legs over the couch and use the side arm to hoist myself. Then, a sharp flash of pain reverberated through my head and in that flash, I see trees whoozing past me. I'm running so fast, my surroundings are a blur around me. I'm running from somebody, I can hear footsteps pounding on the forest floor behind me. A sharp whoosh flies past my ear and that's when I realize that they are throwing spears after me.I manage to dodge most of them until one sinks into my back, ripping through flesh and muscle. I bite my lips in a bid to hold back a scream from the unbearable pain, until I can taste blood dripping into my mouth.The howling wind around us carry the voice of a man behind me. "Yeah, that's right. You should run. You are no son of mine, you are a sha

FR0ST POVThe pain was everywhere, ripping through my body like I was being torn apart from the inside. I was fighting whatever was trying to claw it's way out of me, because the desires of that 'thing' was to tear Jackson apart and eat out his viscerals. I was on the floor, on my four legs, half man and half animal , my bones feeling like they were shifting under my skin.My senses had sharpened to an unbearable degree and I could hear Jackson's heartbeat across the room. I could smell his fear, and concern. I could feel the vibrations of his footsteps through the floor as he moved closer."Frost!" Jackson shouted, "Tell me what to do!""Stay back," I growled, sounding more like a wild animal now while my hands were clawed, frost spreading from them across the hardwood in wild chaotic patterns.My savage nature was arising and I could do nothing to stop it.But Jackson didn't stay back. Of course he didn't, I could sense him approaching, and since all my senses were ten times amplifie