The world will never be the same...
Winter will never go away.

He looked into Nicholas' eyes and saw something different, subtle, it was insanity, the need for survival, he had understood what that was, ages ago, when the Fire Spirit Centaur rose from the ashes of the last Phoenix, there was conflict between him and Jackson, for years they went in all out war, until the Spirit of Balance appeared and settled the conflict peacefully, Jack remembered the searing pain as his right lung was burned all those years ago, suddenly he jumped right back into reality, Nick still holding out the elf arm "Don't be shy Jackson, or you'll die and be added to the food supply" Nick said, waiting patiently

Reluctantly he took the arm, closed his eyes... and ate his meal.

For weeks it haunted him what he had done, they had happened to find more food in their travels, and ate that instead, However he did see Nick occasionally step off to the side to eat a limb (usally, on occasion a torso or a head), which sickened Jackson

One night, after Nicholas had gone to sleep, Jackson sat farthest from the fire, thinking to himself
'Nicholas has become Twisted, Evil... if we run low on food I'm positive that I'm next on the death list'
'I have to do something... but what? what can I do to stop this Nightmare?'
Then he remembered it, his so-called 'incident'

It was 20 years previous, John Fletcher was visibly not a very unique man, but in secret he was twisted with evil.
Those who stole even a penny from he would take into his house... down into the basement... and torture them for hours, enjoying the sound of pain he lived many years of his life wearing a mask, and this mask was not easy to take off at times for him, on several occasions he found himself still being the normal self during torture, he changed from being happy to being horrified. It was almost as if he had become two seperate beings in a struggle for power.

He never killed anyone, he kept that law each time, until one fateful day... a young man by the name of Jackson had entered his home looking for the good John, but when he heard noise in the basement he made the mistake of following it.
He was the first to see the Basement and get away without major injuries.
Jackson ran out into the streets, shouting about a madman in the basement, then John came out.
At first the crowd looked relieved and laughed at Jackson, until a young boy noticed that his shoes... were splattered with the
blood of his latest victim.
The Crowd screamed and shouted for the Sherrif, but John had enough of waiting to kill Jackson, he took out his walking stick...
and shoved it through Jackson's heart, laughing...

Until it happened.
John screamed in agony and pain as he dropped to his knees, grabbing the heart area of his shirt, his screams caused the town
to panic and run away from the scene... they never saw what happened.
Jackson turned around, the stick falling out of his heart "I can't believe it worked" he said "I figured you would be smarter than to do this to someone such as myself, honestly I would have said that I was a crazy man if I were in your shoes" Jackson looked down at the pain twisted face of John Fletcher "You poor little boy, feeling the pain you tried to inflict upon me, it almost brings a tear to my eye... a tear of joy that is" he laughed, kneeling down in front of John "Remember me... Jackson Frost"

John felt his heart freeze over and life leave his body, however, unknowingly he had truly split into two spirits, the one who
called himself John Fletcher, and the one that has no name.

The body of John Fletcher slowly stood up "Hello there sir, may I ask what happened here, and why there is blood on my shoes?" Jackson looked shocked "I-Impossible! I killed you!" Jackson reached for the stick, but watched as He grabbed it before him "You are wrong there Sir, you killed John Fletcher, the Insane man, I am not him, I am a good man with no name" He looked at Jackson "The only thing I know of John Fletcher... is something of a Jackson Frost, and that John was an evil man, he shall pay his dues in the fiery pits of the Underworld, as I had before my time today" Jackson stared in disbelief "You being alive... it's impossible! your heart is solid ice!" He looked down at his body "My spirit needs no organs to remain in this body, I am tied to this through other means, mortal man" as he began to feel John's hatred towards Jackson he clenched his fists, causing the staff to freeze over "Jackson Frost... I enjoy the name, truly it fits me in this life... but I cannot have you commit one other act of evil towards any mortals, Sir, you are now going to die, your fools magic won't help you this time" Then the new Jackson Frost raised the stick and stuck it into Jackson's skull, destroying the Brain and killing the real Jackson Frost

Jack finally decided, he was going to end this once and for all
'We shouldn't go through with this, maybe we can just destroy the elf meat?'
'No, we have to end it so we won't be his meal, we have to stay alive this time, even though I need no organs... a weak body
makes it harder to move'
'Then it will end tonight... just like before... my second murder in my second form'
Jackson Frost raised his frozen walking stick... and stuck it into the front of Nicholas' skull, breaking through and coming out the other side of his head "Now... it is finished... I must move on, and destroy the evil he has done" he left behind a bonfire, burning Nicholas, the bloody knives used in killing the elves, and all the elf meat, which satisfied Jackson Frost, he could now live another day in peace and seclusion, with no danger around him.

-THE END... ?-