A/N: Hey! I'm back after what... Six months? I've had a lot of stuff going on like my birthday, my grandma's death, regionals, traveling out of state to go to grandma's funeral... So basically all kinds of shit. But I'm back and I've started a new story! To those of you who are reading "A Feudal Phantom", I am not abandoning the story. I only write when I have inspiration and currently, I don't have any for that story. Same goes for this one. I will NOT write anything if I do not have any inspiration.
But anyway, enough about me, and on with the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians, this disclaimer counts for the rest of the story.
Crossfire - Chapter 1 Stallions
Jack 1 POV
"Jack!" My mother called, opening my door and turning on the lights. "You don't want to be late!" She then left to go wake my sister.
I groaned and tossed the covers over my head, hoping they would make a difference. They didn't. I had been up since 2 and couldn't go back to sleep. Long story short, I had a nightmare. They had been occurring pretty often, waking me in the dead of night. The first time it happened I went back to sleep, only to wake up half an hour later due to another. I don't know why I've been having nightmares, maybe the sandman has had a bad week... Or month.
Yes, the sandman. Sure, I may be 16, but I still believe. The stories of the sandman, Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy had been a constant in my childhood. When I was younger, about 4 or 5, my father would read those stories to me. And when Emma, my little sister, was born, he began to read them to her too. He always seemed so alive when he read them to us, even though he was dying of cancer. He's gone now, its been like that for almost 7 years. But I have kept him alive, metaphorically speaking, by reading and keeping constant belief in the stories he once told.
I came down the stairs dressed in a white v-neck undershirt with a brown vest and brown trousers. A brown poncho in my hands and a change of clothes for my backpack. I was dressed like this because of theater, one of my electives. We were putting on a play that took place in the colonial times and today was dress rehearsal.
Hopping down the last few steps I took a right to enter the kitchen. Setting down my poncho and clothes, I grabbed some cereal, poured it into a bowl with milk, grabbed a spoon and made my way to the dining room.
"Good morning," Emma greeted with a smile on her face.
She got up from her seat and ran around the table to give me a hug.
Setting down my cereal I hugged her back. Emma meant the world to me. If anything bad happened to her, I wouldn't forgive myself.
As I walked Emma to her school, I got to see all the Halloween decorations neighbors and places put up. There were big blow ups of spiders and mummies, a witch here and there, and bats and ghosts hanging from trees. Halloween is a week from now, but my house remains undecorated.
I'll put them up after school, I told myself. But I always said that. Putting up the Halloween decorations was my father's job before he passed. And my job was to help him. So the thought of putting them up without him didn't sound right in my mind. The only decorating I do is for Christmas. It was my dad's favorite holiday but he was always sick around that time of year, or at least sicker than usual. So the job of decorating went to my mom and me. I miss him, my father. Maybe I will put up the decorations, I thought.
After dropping Emma off, I made my way to Guardian High, only a few blocks away from the elementary school, where I was a junior.
A soft breeze stopped me in my tracks halfway to school. The wind was telling me to stop. I don't know how I knew this, but I did and I listened. The wind stopped and I heard hushed voices coming from the forest beside me.
"Was he here?" A feminine voice asked.
A gruff voice responded, "Yeah, just recently." The voice paused then started again, "He's still in the area, if we hurry we might be able to catch him."
Now, myself, being the curious and adventurous teenage boy I was, entered the forest to see who was there.
Maybe, I thought. Maybe it's government agents tracking down an expirement gone wrong or-
My thoughts were interrupted by a movement to my right. Turning, I was met by a pair of golden eyes glowing in the darkness.
I gave a small yelp and turned to run away, only to have my path blocked by another pair of eyes. Soon, I was surrounded by the eyes, and, unable to go anywhere, I studied the creatures that had me cornered.
The creatures were glistening black stallions, and their bodies seemingly faded into the shadows.
"Who is this?" A voice behind me asked.
Still standing, I turned to face the owner of the voice. Standing there, right outside the circle of horses, was a man. The man had gray skin and wore a black cloak. His black hair was slicked back.
"The name's Jack," I said with ease. "Jack Overland, and you are?"
I don't know why I was talking to the guy. I mean he appeared out of no where! I should have be scared! But I wasn't. Or maybe I was but I didn't notice.
"Well, Jack Overland," the man said in a mocking tone. "My name is Pitch Black-"
"Who would name their kid Pitch Black?" I asked interrupting him. "I mean sure, the meaning of darkness is cool and all, but I think-"
"I don't care what you think!" Pitch Black bellowed, swiping his hand towards me as if it would do something. "Now Jack," he spat my name out like it was poison. "Before you so rudely interrupted, my name is Pitch Black. But you might know me better as the boogieman."
"The boogieman?" I started laughing.
Is this guy serious! I thought to myself.
"Yes child! Now tremble before me and my nightmares! Beg me for mercy!" The boogieman screeched, raising his arms.
"This is too much!" I laughed falling onto the ground. "Where's the hidden camera?"
"Is that what you think this is! A prank! I assure you, this is real! And you are about to experience your worst nightmare!" As he said those last words, the black stallions charged at me.
Thinking quickly, I tucked my body into a tight ball and braced for impact. I didn't think it was a joke anymore, everything seemed so real.
I heard something fly through the air but I kept my head down.
It was probably a bird, I thought, still bracing for impact. But it never came.
Uncurling my self, I slowly opened my eyes to see the stallions had disappeared and in their places were piles of shimmering black sand. The boogieman was still there, just a few steps from where he originally stood. But standing there, a few feet away from me, there was a sinkhole that wasn't there before. And beside that hole, stood two new figures facing the boogieman.
A/N: Sadly that's all I have for you guys this time. Hopefully I write the next chapter soon. But until then you'll have to wait.
I am open to any and all suggestions for this story, just leave a review or pm me. I appreciate any form of constructive criticism other than the chapters are too short, I'm working on it. And please do me a favor and tell me what you do to get inspired, because I am in some serious need of inspiration.