Um...My first ROTG fic...be gentle? :) Hope you like it!
The ice was cracking. I'd never had a dream before, let alone a nightmare, and as I stared from the eyes of a spectator the brown-haired boy hopped along the ice, terror hidden in his grin.
"Believe in me." I heard him say, holding out the familiar hooked staff. The little girl, eyes wide, smiled cautiously. I recognized her face from the only memory I'd ever seen, and though I couldn't even remember her name the expression on her face made my heart drop. I knew this part, what comes next, and I was in no mood to stick around and watch a second time. Wake up! Idiot, three hundred years and you barely take a cat-nap and now I'm sleeping like Sandy. The little girl jumped-and then disappeared under a wave of darkness that washed over my vision, as though a curtain was being drawn, a sticky tar of darkness that flooded the forest, burying past-me and my little sister.
"No!" it was a nightmare, a memory, but that didn't stop me from wading through the shadows towards the two brown heads sinking away, my staff in one hand and the other reaching out desperately. The tar clung to my legs and stuck to my pants, tugging me backwards. What's going on? I tugged harder, pushing forward even as the forest turned black before my eyes. Shadows dripped from the trees as though they were melting and the two heads were gone. I roared angrily, fighting back fiercely, swinging my staff and casting shots of ice at my unseen attackers.
"Let go!" I snarled, my legs trapped underneath the surface.
"Such a tragic scene to watch, Jack." the smooth sound of a voice in my ear made me freeze before whirling around wildly, staff raised, a blue light flickering on the tip of the hook. A pair of gold eyes stared back blankly.
"Raising a weapon against a stranger? Now that's quite rude, actually." my enemy scolded, sounding deceptively surprised. He was slightly taller than me, his skin deathly pale, almost grey. He looked plainly human save for the eyes that peered out from his jagged black hair. "Lucas." he piped, offering a hand, "pleasure to meet you, Frosty." I glared, tightening my grip on my staff, blue light flashing threateningly.
"What is this?" I demanded, casting a glance at the dark ocean that had risen to my waist. Lucas was skirting above it, the shadows swirling at the touch of his sneakers and nipping at the sleeves of his jacket. It was a dusty grey color, unzipped and framing the white T-Shirt underneath. What kind of nightmare is this? My mind flashed to Pitch, but he was long gone, buried in his own fear. Lucas grinned.
"This is the Darkness, Jack. It seems rather fond of you, doesn't it?" The sarcastic tone of his words was unsettling and I fired a quick warning shot, a bullet of ice that zipped by Lucas's ashen cheek. He blinked, pursing his lips.
"There's that attitude you're so famous for." another grin broke over his face and he chuckled, "and I thought I had the most attitude, looks like you've got me beat."
I swung my staff up and jabbed it into the Darkness, my jaw clenched as cracks of ice shot off forcefully, made stronger by my anger the blue veins spider-webbed over the black and shattering pieces of it.
"Oh dear." Lucas droned, rolling his eyes, "What're you getting all riled up for, Frosty? I'm just having a casual conversation."
"Conversation is over."
"Is it?"
"Yes." I spat, crackling the frozen shadows at my feet. My eyes widened as more Darkness welled up from all around me like lava, running over and flooding up again. I cursed under my breath, a rare thing even for me, as I fought to get free. When I get out of here I'm gonna tear this guy apart!
"Enough!" I roared, a rush of cold blasting from my fingertips as I panted angrily. A wall of white battered against Lucas and he staggered from his stance, falling backwards. The shadows parted for him, cushioning his fall and nudging him back up, tightening on me and quickening it's pace as thought the Darkness itself was angry now. Not as angry as him, though. Lucas was glaring with a fierceness that made even me shiver slightly.
"Playtime is over." His voice was colder than my own icy skin and it was suddenly overwhelming, loud and piercing as though it came from the darkness that polluted all around me, cracking against my ears as I desperately clutched them, trying to ease the sound of those three words.
"Ah!" The flood of black surged up and I was swallowed by the Darkness.
"Goodbye, Frosty."
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