A Scripta

"Die."

Jack reeled from the horrific images, and focused on Frosty to see...

Frosty on fire.

More than fire - his whole countenance changed. He had flared out shoulder pads, a tattered red cape, and his whole costume turned red. He stood in the midst of his own fire, rage consuming him.

Frosty slowly raised himself to a standing position, pressing the jewel into his glove. He glowered at Jack with glowing red eyes, and growled, "Die." Then he ran at him and grabbed him by the throat. He began to squeeze and throttle - Jack faded. Nate jostled for position and realized he was going to die, and Jack was initially no where to be found. Nate put his hands on Frost's chest to push him away.

His hands caught fire.

He didn't see it, but felt something burning, smelled hot flesh. He felt Frost let him go growling, "I can't kill you, you bastard."

Nate stumbled and fell, as the fire traveled up his arms. He watched impotently as it moved up his arms, to his shoulders, and in a flash, consumed him. Nate searched for Jack in his mind, demanding him to heal him.

Jack didn't. Jack waited for Frosty's fire to consume the body, and be done. Unfortunately, the hospital teleportation device had a different idea.

When Jack woke up in the hospital, the comm was still on him. He could hear the pitched battle and he struggled up. As he forced himself to heal faster, he dove out the hospital window, heading as fast as he could fly back to Dark Astoria -

While he locked Nathan behind a concrete wall, planning to not let him out again. Nathan would come out when it was safe for him to, or his own death, whichever came first.

So, as he sat in the air above Peregrine Island and put the finishing touches on the part of his consciousness that would keep Nathan locked away, he contemplated his own death by Q-gun.