Welcome Jack Frost fans! I was disappointed by the number of likes for Jack's sister(who is my favorite character) and that there were no groups dealing with her so I created this! Anyone who wants to be a member can join but you got to follow a few rules...
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ROTG - Frozen In Snow....."Jack.... You have no caring family here.... They push your around and neglect you...." Said the cold, male voice.
"You mean nothing to them.... They don't care for you...." Jack stood with a face that said he didn't know what to think.
"You can do better than this Jack.... If you are neglected by them.... Why do you bother to stay here?..." The voice continued.
Jack looked up a bit. "What are saying?" He asked, darting his blue eyes through the darkness.
"Leave, Jack...." The cold voice said. "Leave, and don't turn back...." He gasped. "You mean.... Runaway?" Jack knew what the voice meant by that, now thinking that what he said was a bit stupid.
"Runaway Jack..... And leave them behind..." The voice said. Jack didn't know what to think. "Yeah.... They neglect me.... But they're still my family...." He said, hesitating to listen to the voice.
"You said it to yourself that you hated them Jack.... And now you all of a sudden you care for them?....."
Jack still didn't know what to say. "
Jane the Grim Reaper Chapter 1Tears fell down Jane's face as she stared at ponds surface. The very same pond that had claimed her bothers life not 6 years before.
It was her fault.
It had been she who had begged Jack to take her skating. Worse still it had been she who had refused to wait long enough for Jack to check the thickness of the ice. Had she just waited for him to check, the ice would not have to started to crack underneath her and Jack would not have died in his attempt to save her.
She should have waited and because she hadn't her brother was dead.
Winter had long since past. It was now in the middle of April and yet only now was the snow starting to recede. The pond still had chunks of ice floating in it. That had been happening more and more since her brother Jackson had died.
She put one toe in the water; it was freezing. Yet she forced herself to continue walking into the pond.
She deserved this after being the reason why her brother was dead, she deserved to die.
There was nothing left for her, her
Jane the Grim Reaper Chapter 2The next time Jane awoke she was in a brightly light room with white walls that she did not recognize. She was lying on a bed that was so soft she felt as though she was lying on a cloud.
"So you're finally awake" She turned her head to see a man with white wispy hair and wrinkled face, his eyes were sky blue, he looked down at her sternly as though she had been a naughty child who had gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
But that did not stop her from becoming scared at being in a strange room she did not recognize. "Who are you? Where am I?" She asked him.
"Calm down, you're fine" The man told her. "For now at least. You did a very stupid thing trying to kill yourself like that. "
Jane glared at the man. "It was a moment of weakness nothing more." She told him harshly.
"Bit more than that, you're dead darling" The man said as though she was not the only person to talk to him like that. "Moment o' weakness or not, there's no coming back from that."
Jane's eyes widened. "But
Jane the Grim Reaper: Chapter 3 TrainingJane learned very quickly that becoming a Grim Reaper was a very long process.
The very first thing she was subjected too was intense physical training, her brown dress had been traded for a pair of trousers and a loose fitting shirt. She felt a little out of sorts wearing clothing restricted for men, but that feeling only lasted a few moments, when just after she was given them she was subjected to the hardest training imaginable.
She learned how to fight. Every day she entered the training area and was promptly beaten senseless by her fighting instructor; a grim reaper named Amelia who looked to be only around 3 years older then her but was actually decades.
At first she wasn't very good, her instructor would easily flip her over before Jane even had time to blink let alone come up with a proper way to defend herself.
It took time but eventually she learned, and (though she wouldn't admit it to anyone else) she started to enjoy her time.
With learning to fight that feeling of helples