Speck of Winter [Semi Hiatus]

No plot.

No missions.

NOT MY PHOTO BUT I WROTE SOMETHING FOR IT

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            “Pitch! I know you’re down here! Show yourself!” Jack shouted, his voice echoing off the walls of the shadowy lair. Silence was all that answered him, but the shadows shifted along the walls. He was definitely here. But where? Jack raised his staff, gripping it tightly. With every minuscule noise, his head jerked violently to find its origin. Every shadow that passed along the walls could be him. Any whisper of air could be his breath, hot against him from behind. The hairs on the back of Jack’s neck prickled and a shiver shot down his spine. The longer he stayed down here, the more his fear bubbled under the surface. He never used to be afraid of Pitch before, but he was careless and foolish back then. The other guardians would never blame him, he knew that, but deep down he always felt that he was the cause of childhood almost being lost forever. Jack had to be careful, cautious, and alert now. He knew Pitch’s strength.

            And if he really was back… he’d be even stronger.

                        “Frost?” the familiar liquid voice rang out, slicing through the silence. Jack whirled around, staff raised to attack. Pitch stood before him, cloaked in shadows and darkness, yellow eyes ablaze. His low laugh echoed off every wall. A smile spread his thin lips, revealing a sharp wicked smile. Pitch stepped forward towards Jack, putting his long arms behind him where his slender fingers clasped together. In a few long strides, he was only feet away from the white haired guardian. As he approached, Jack clutched his staff tighter and an icy blue glow radiated off of it.

            “Still making a mess of things or have you changed your ways since joining with those weirdos?” He asked, staring Jack down. Another shiver ran down Jack’s spine, but he stood his ground and refused to give into his fear.

            “How did you come back?” Jack asked through gritted teeth, ignoring the question. He used his staff to keep a gap of distance between himself and Pitch. The Nightmare King’s laugh filled the air again.

            “I told you, Jack. You can’ get rid of me. There will always be fear. And you’re full to the brim with it.” Pitch purred and the blood drained from Jack’s face. He could see right through him. But how? Jack tried to recompose himself but it was already too late. He knew.

            A sudden force shoved Jack to the ground. Hard. His eyes widened as the wind was knocked out of him. One of Pitch’s NightMare’s held him down with a powerful hoof and let out a loud whinny. The staff slipped out of his grasp and hit the floor, just out of reach. The guardian grunted and struggled, but the NightMare was too strong. It reared up for a moment and stomped its powerful legs back down onto Jack’s back, pummeling him to the cold ground even more. He let out an agonized cry. Pitch tsked and shook his head as he closed the distance between himself and Jack. Panic now rising inside of him, Jack reached with all his might to get a hold of his staff. It was his only chance of fighting back.

            Almost… there… reach god dammit! Jack thought franticly. The pads of his fingers brushed the twisted bark but it was just out of reach. Pitch picked it up instead. It quickly lost its blue glow, enveloped in his darkness and black dream sand. This was getting worse by the second.

            “Pity.” Pitch remarked, actual disgust gleaming in his eyes, “I thought you’d be more of a fight, Jack.”

            And a painful history repeated itself.

            Pitch snapped the staff in half, enjoying every second of Jack’s agonized screaming with a twisted smile. But that wasn’t enough for him. This time he’d make sure if Jack was going to try and make a heroic come back, he’d have to suffer to do it.

            “You won’t get away with this.” Jack hissed through clenched teeth.

            “I’d say I already have, but cliché’s are so boring. There’s no fun in them.”

            The crazed look in Pitch’s eyes grew and Jack’s heart dropped. Pitch stooped down to his level, snatched both of Jack’s wrists and plunged the jagged edge of his staff through his overlapped hands till the wood hit the cold floor beneath them. Jack cried and wailed in excruciating pain as hot tears welled in his eyes. Pitch laughed and cackled, the guardian’s pain giving him pure bliss. Blood flowed bright red over Jack’s pale hands and pooled around them.

            “Now THAT was fun!” Pitch exclaimed, his booming voice echoing off the stone walls around them. Jack sobbed silently, tears rolling down his cheeks. The NightMare released the white haired teen from its crushing hoof and dissolved back into the shadows. Pitch followed with a wave of his hand and one last flash of his gleaming yellow eyes.

"Manny left you truly in the dark, didn’t he?”

"Is that so?" He asked, tracing one of the patterns with his boot. "Well… how would you like to know for sure?"

● abuse ( emotional, physical, drug etc.)

● crime ( murder, kidnapping, theft etc.)

● action ( fighting, races, weapons etc.)

Fighting Words

"Manny left you truly in the dark, didn’t he?”