I'm alive! Y'know, barely. Life hasn't been very kind to my writing. School, moving, my social life (yes, people who write fanfiction can have a social life). I think the biggest thing right now though is that I have many stories in the works and none completed. The moment I start working on one, I get a new idea and start working on that. Like this one!
Lately, every song I've been listening to makes me think of Jack or Pitch or just Rise of the Guardians in general. Is that normal? Yeah, probably not. Just the fangirl in me, I guess. So I've decided to just go with it! These are stories inspired by certain songs. So I listen to weird mixture of music! Okay?!
So... I actually have rules for reading these fics. Here are the versions of playing:
Writerly's Way (Recommended): Listen to the song beforehand so you have an idea of what it is than read the story.
Sandy: Look up the lyrics and read them before you read the fic. (Silent, hence Sandy!)
Tooth: Listen to the song while reading the story. (For all you multi-taskers.)
Elf: Listen to or look up the song after you read it. (Kinda a funny way to do it, but hey, we all have what works best for us.)
Nightmare: Don't look up the song at all and still read the story. (How dare you.)
Let's play!
Song: Centuries by Fall Out Boy
"I knew you would come," Pitch smiled up at him from the shadows. He was a bloody wreck.
Jack winced, Nightmares had no mercy.
Pitch's smile broadened at Jack's reaction, "Surprised, Jack?" He gestured at himself, "The Guardians have less mercy than my Nightmares."
"They didn't know," Jack leaned on his staff.
"Oh didn't they?" Pitch limped closer, but Jack jumped back.
Pitch stopped where he was and tilted his head, "Do they still blame you for Easter?"
Jack cringed, and instantly regretted it when Pitch grinned, knowing his remark had hit home. Jack put on a defiant attitude, "We haven't gotten a chance to talk about it."
Pitch nodded thoughtfully, "Mmm... so they've been ignoring you," Pitch smiled, "But you must be used to that by now."
"They're busy!" Jack shouted, "Cleaning up the mess you made!" Jack pointed his staff at Pitch.
Pitch only shrugged, "One mistake is all it takes. And you go down in history. Remembered, known, for that one mistake."
Jack glared at him, "I could've just left you alone."
"But you can't, can you," Pitch smirked, "Think about it, Jack. Without me, you would still be wandering around, unbelieved in, amnesiac, and not knowing why. Do you even know why now?"
Jack was about to make an angry retort, but Pitch continued, "Three centuries, Jack. Centuries."
Jack had to say something, "I gave up those dreams, Pitch." It sounded shaky, even to him. He lit up, "Besides, I have Jamie now!" And yet, Jack could feel the shadows over him.
"Something's off with that story," Pitch scoffed, "One kid? Children make mistakes so easily. Their belief is like blossoms about to bloom. They look so pretty," He shook his head, "and they're gone so soon."
He smirked, "Your teenage dreams are not as dead as you think."
Jack nearly froze him with his ice.
Pitch frowned at the staff, "I wish I knew how you fixed yourself in Antarctica," He spoke wistfully, "I never meant for that to happen."
"You would've left me to die?"
Pitch rolled his eyes, "Can you die?"
Jack thought about that for a second, "I dunno."
Pitch shrugged, "Neither do I. We've been here forever," He gestured at Jack, "And here's the frozen proof. We may not be able to physically die, but we can waste away into shadows."
"You did. I'm still here. People can see me now."
Pitch tilted his head, "Ah, so that's why you're here." He walked into the shadows and came out behind Jack, "Remember, Jack? Your fears? Well let me tell you something," Jack stepped back, "They're not gone, not really. They're just... different."
Jack fought the urge to put his hands over his ears again, "I'm a Guardian now."
Pitch gave Jack a pitying look, "You're naught but a legend. Now, some legends turn to gold, but the rest of us? We're dust. We blow away in the wind."
"No. I will be remembered." Jack couldn't give up on what he had hoped for for so many years.
Pitch grinned, "Ah, and now that's the question, Jack. How far will you go to keep that memory?" His silky voice made Jack shudder.
"We have far more in common than you think, Jack," Pitch kept grinning at him, "Now that you've tasted belief, how far will you go to keep it? You've been poisoned," He pointed at Jack, "A poisoned youth. How far will you go to be remembered?"
Jack slammed his staff on the ground, "Not as far as you!"
Pitch's arm dropped, "We'll see, Frost, we'll see. After a few centuries maybe..."
Jack shook his head, "I'm not you. I will be remembered, but not as a villain." A look of determination crossed his face, "I'll be a hero. A golden legend. The whole world will know my name. I'll be remembered for centuries." He glared at Pitch, "And you'll still be hiding under beds."
Pitch walked back into the shadows, leaving only darkness. His voice echoed around him, "I wanted the world to know my name. I promised that I wouldn't stop until it happened. Did you know I was a hero, Frost? A golden legend." Jack could make out Pitch's figure, head bent, before it melted into shadows again, "One mistake, Jack. That's all it will take. And in that one moment, your golden legend will crumble to dust. "
He stepped in front of Jack and took a bow, "And you will be remembered," He looked up at the look of horror on Jack's face, "For centuries."
Jack flew away and never looked back.