The Guardians Of Capitol High (A modern day Jelsa and Mericcup Fan Fiction. Feat

Chapter 20-Breaking Apart

Elsa's P.O.V.:

Jack nursed his sore red cheek and glared at me. "What the hell did you that for?!" He asked. I squared my jaw, rage raging through me, but I refused to let it burst through. I didn't want to kill him. "I slapped you because you left my sister, my only family, with an un-trustworthy man that I have never met. Why didn't you think to introduce me to him first?!" "There wasn't time! You needed to get a ride so you learn to fight! There was no time!" "Four out of the five people left in this house do not trust Flynn. Why do yo trust him? What makes him special?!" I yelled at him. "I trust him! I saved his life and he owed me a favour! He has extensive fighting skills and he was very qualified to protect your sister!" he protested. I slapped him again and he reeled back. His right hand had been clenched and now it opened a little and I caught a glimpse of  something screwed up in his fist. "What's that?" I asked, pointing to his fist. He clenched his fist and said, "It's nothing." I groaned and said, "There's something missing-apart from the obvious Anna-'cause this isn't like Pitch. He likes flare, he likes to make a dramatic ending. He would leave something behind, something like a tape, or a note." Jack flinched at the word 'note' and I knew I'd hit the answer. I held out my hand and said, "Give the note to me, bitch." Jack glared and said, "No, bitch." I smirked and launched myslef at him. I tackled him to the ground and straddled his chest, pinning his arms to his sides. I punched him in the face. He groaned and struggled, but I ounched him again, bent backwards a little and prised his fingers open and pulled the scrunched up note out of his hand. Still sitting on his chest, I un-folded the note and the writing was spidery and a little difficult to read, but I managed to desipher:

Anna is with us again, and this time, you won't get her back so easily. We will offer you a trade. Anna, for the two frozen lovers and their weapons. You have three days to make a decision. If you choose to make the trade, we can garuntee that Anna will be returned safely. If you choose to refuse the trade, we will bring our full army down on you and wipe you out. 

You have three days.

-Pitch & Flynn Rider

Just to say, your security is a joke. Flynn was able to infiltrate your so-called, 'Safe-House'  far too easily. Tighten it up idiots. 

Hope to see you soon, Elsa.

I took a shaky breath and screwed the paper up in my hand and stuffed it into my back jeans pocket. I got of Jack's chest and he staggered to his feet. He had a bruise rising on his cheek. I turned to Jack, rage suddenly rising inside me. "Why the fuck didn't you show this to me first?!" I yelled at him. "I thought you wouldn't want to see!" He yelled. "When it has something to do with me and my sister, you fricking show me everything! That should be pretty obvious!" He looked at me with rage in his eyes. I stopped, and evaluated the situation and came to a conclusion. "Jack," I said as calmly as I could with rage running through me and repressing my powers so I don't blast him with deadly ice, "this isn't going to work. Us, I mean. How can we be in a relationship with you if I don't trust you or your judgment? I can't do it Jack, I just can't do it, okay?" Before he could react, I turned on my heel and was about to leave when I turned round to him and slapped him really hard for good measure. He cried out in pain and reeled backwards. I smirked and went out into the main part of the house, pushing through the others crowded in the door way. I stormed into my room and grabbed a black leather jacket. I slipped it on and asessed what I was wearing. I was wearing black jeans, a black t-shirt, black jacket and blue boots. I looked kinda badass, especially with the extremely pale hair and skin. I quickly and neatly applied some black winged eye-liner that mad my eyes look even more blue and I stormed out of my room and out into the garage where all the cars are kept. I saw a black old-fashioned Triumph motorbike. I smiled, opened the garage door, slid onto the back of the bike, put the black helmet on, fired up the engine and smiled as it roared to life with an amazing sound. I kicked off the ground and sped out of the garage and onto the road. I had a few stops to make.