Now, here's the question for this one—how many people are gonna go "Aw man, why didn't I think of that!?" and try to kill me? How many? Who's gonna try to punch me through the computer because I thought of a really REALLY scary idea that really REALLY works?
I'm already punching myself for not seeing it earlier. It fits so well… I just… Never noticed it… *evil grin* Let's see….
In Love With A Killer (Based the title off of a YouTube video… Look it up… Jack and Pitch… Killer…)
Jackson Overland Frost groaned as he flipped through his papers. So many stupid files to stamp and send out. When he got a job at a local day care service, Jack had expected it to be all fun and play time… Not papers and deadlines… This was the boring part of his job. He couldn't stand it. Why did he even have to fill all this out? Wasn't that the owner's job? Stupid… Absolutely stupid…
He tossed another stack into the trash and grabbed his newspaper instead. He flicked through a few pages on sports. Boring, boring… An article about basketball… Peh… Jack was more of a hockey man himself… He flipped through and frowned at the ads. "Have you seen me?" read a missing child report. He looked into the smiling face of the little girl pictured. Shaking his head sadly, he flipped to the next page. He gasped quietly when he saw a photo of a crime scene across half the page and the words "Another Body Found: Child Murderer The Boogeyman Strikes Again."
Staring darkly, he read about the case. This was the tenth body this month. And he knew the child this time. Eleven year old Pippa Sunburst. She was one of the kids who came to his day care. Tears welled in his eyes as he read the description of what happened to her.
"According to doctors on the scene, the child was raped both pre and post mortem. Her fingers were cut off, and her throat slit. The killer gouged out her eyes- the only sure fire way the police know that it's the same man. We aren't sure why, but he leaves this clue to his identity every time he strikes… The child's family mourns…"
"Damnit, she has a name!" Jack shouted, crumpling the paper and slamming it to the ground. Pressing his palms to his eyes, Jack sobbed to himself: grieving for Pippa. She was so young… She had so much to live for… And that bastard just took it away from her without a second thought…!
Heaving into his desk, Jack hissed through tears, "If I ever get my hands on that guy, I'll kill him! I'll rip his heart out!"
"Who?" Jack jumped up when he heard his boss's voice. Wiping at his eyes, Jack smiled weakly at his boss- Sanderson Mansnoozie.
"Hiya boss," Jack said, sniffling. Sanderson blinked in surprise seeing him like this. In all the time he'd known the eighteen year old, he'd never once seen Jackson cry.
Stooping down, he asked, "Jack, what's wrong? What happened?"
Jack pulled the paper back up and unfolded it. With sniffles and whimpers, he opened it up and pointed to the article about Pippa. As Sanderson read, his eyes became wide and his face grew pale.
"Oh no… Oh… Oh Pippa…" he whispered, falling back into a chair, holding his head in one hand. He had known her as well. He had loved Pippa like his own daughter- he loved all the children he saw. And now… Now she was… He cringed at the thought of it.
Jack cried harder seeing the usually strong silent man break down. They all felt the pain of losing her.
Sniffling, Jack asked, "Why'd this have to happen?"
Sanderson only shook his head, tears falling from his eyes, spotting the floor. There was no reason for this. This senseless killing… They were only children… They had never done anything to anyone…
The entire day was spent in mourning. Jack could barely fake a smile for the kids today. It just felt wrong to smile when Pippa… God, poor Pippa… He could only imagine how much she must have suffered…
Wiping his eyes again, Jack tried to smile when Sophie Bennett, a girl of only five, came over to show him her painting.
"Aw, it's beautiful, Soph," he whispered, ruffling her hair.
Giggling, she held it out to him and babbled, "It's for you!" Jack smiled genuinely and took it, thanking her. Sophie giggled again and hurried back to paint some more. Sophie's older brother Jamie said all she ever talked about was him. Jack this, and Jack that. He kept saying it was like a little crush. Jack was flattered… But… his taste ran more toward men… He wasn't quite sure he was one hundred percent homosexual, but he definitely liked guys better… It still was cute to see her gushing over him, though.
Sophie's mother showed up, as did many other parents, to take their babies back home. They were all overprotective now. After what happened to Pippa, none of them wanted to risk losing their children. Jack understood that…
After all the children had been taken home Sanderson walked over to Jack before locking the doors. "Nick, Adam and I were heading over to the bar, you interested?" he whispered, offering Jack an understanding smile.
Jack shook his head. "Nah, thanks," he replied, "Think I'll be heading home…" Sanderson nodded and they parted ways.
Smiling down at Sophie's adorable painting of a bunny, Jack was oblivious to the world around him. He tripped over a tree root and fell flat on his face. A few people laughed.
Getting up, he brushed himself free of dirt and looked around for the paper.
"You dropped this," Jack blinked and looked up. A man was smiling down at him, holding out Sophie's painting. Grinning, Jack took the paper back.
"Thanks," he said, smiling warmly at the man. He looked to be in his twenties. He had slick black hair and bright yellow eyes… They kind of reminded Jack of a cat's… He had never seen anyone with yellow eyes before. Sure, his friend Tianna had purple eyes, but yellow was different.
He smiled again. "You wearing contacts?" he asked.
The man smiled at him. "No, actually," he replied. Jack felt a chill go up his spine- oohh, that accent. He had to be from England or something…! His voice was like velvet! "This ugly shade is my natural hue," the man said, smirking when Jack chuckled.
"Aw, they're not ugly," Jack said, "They kinda suit you." The man smiled a little wider. "Oh, um," Jack quickly extended a hand, "My name's Jack."
The man smiled. "Pitch," he replied, taking hold of Jack's extended hand and squeezing it firmly.
"I assume that isn't your work?" he asked, motioning to the drawing.
Jack blinked, glancing down at the picture, "Oh, no," he said, "See, I work at a day care, and one of the kids made me this."
Pitch chuckled. "Precious…" he whispered. Jack smiled brightly hearing him laugh. It just rolled off him so easily. And it made him happy just hearing it. It had a bit of a rough edge to it, too. Kind of like Adam's, Sanderson's old college buddy.
Nodding once awkwardly, Jack said, "Well, uh, I gotta head home now." Pitch nodded, remaining where he was and smiling. Jack blushed, trying to scoot around him in between the tree. "Well, uh… Bye…!"
Pitch stood there, watching him leave. Those cat like eyes following his every move. Jack felt like his feet were too big for him in that moment. Like he was definitely going to trip over something and look like an even bigger idiot.
Once he was around the man, Jack blushed again and said, "See ya…!" Pitch lowered his head a little. Jack assumed that was a nod. He scurried away after that, rushing back home to hang up Sophie's painting. Maybe he and his little sister would head out to play later. That was always fun. They could go to the ice rink and play hockey.
Stepping inside, Jack greeted his mother and took some tape up to his room. He stuck the bunny in the center, standing back to admire it with his hands on his hips.
His entire wall was scattered with children's drawings he'd received. Some were of fairies, others of snowmen, a couple of puppies, and now Sophie's bunny. It looked perfect.
Hopping down the stairs, Jack called to his little sister. "Mary! Hey, Mary, c'mere!" His brown haired sister rushed to her white blonde brother giggling happily. He grabbed her, spinning her in the air a few times, laughing gleefully with her. The big brown eyes she had shimmered happily, and Jack's baby blue's shimmered right back.
"Hey Mar, you wanna go ice skatin? Wanna play some hockey?" she was almost twelve now. But Jack loved playing with his baby sister.
"Yeah! Yeah yeah yeah!" she said, bouncing up and down and running to get her skates.
Jack's mother came around the corner, frowning at them warily. "Jackson," she said. Both children froze and looked at her pleadingly.
"Jackson," she repeated. Sighing, he trudged over to her and looked up in silence. "Jack, I know you read the paper this morning… I worry about you two… Please, if you go, be careful… There's a monster running around out there and I don't want either of you getting hurt…"
He smiled half-heartedly. "Don't worry ma," he said, "I'll keep my eyes on 'er."
"I meant you too, Jack," she whispered, "You aren't that much older than Pippa… Who's to say-"
"Mom, please," he stopped her, "I can take care of myself. Everything'll be fine…"
He grinned at her when she gave him a nervous look. Sighing, she said, "Alright, but I want you both back here by six." Jack nodded and hopped over to help Mary tie her shoes.
They walked down the street giggling about stupid jokes: Jack holding her hand tight.
"Hey, hey," Jack said, chuckling, "I got one, I got one… Why'd the toilet paper roll down the hill?"
"Why?" Mary asked with a giggle.
"TO GET TO THE BOTTOM!" Jack roared with laughter, Mary laughed too.
"Aw, Jack, that one was baaaaad," she said, laughing into her hand.
"That's what makes it so good!" Jack said, waving her arm back and forth. She giggled and began swinging her arm with him. They both laughed together for a while longer now until they finally got inside the indoor ice skating rink.
Jack immediately recognized a familiar head of messy yellow hair. Tianna! He ran up behind her and shouted, "BOO!"
She screamed, falling forward, her arms flailing. Jack and Mary both laughed. But Jack was silenced when Tianna turned around and smacked his arm as hard as she possibly could.
"Jackson Overland Frost, that was NOT FUNNY!" she shouted, hitting him again and again.
"Ow, ow, hey!" he whimpered falling back behind his sister, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…!"
Mary laughed at him. "That's what you get," she said. Jack stuck his tongue out at her. She stuck hers back.
"What are you guys doing here?" Tianna asked, smiling at the siblings.
Jack hopped up. "What's it look like? We're skatin!" he announced, motioning his arms out wide and spinning on his heel a little. Mary giggled at his showboating.
Tianna nodded, smiling. "Mary, you want me to help you with your skates?" she offered. Mary said no.
"I wanna see if I can do it myself this time," she said, a determined pout on her face. Tianna giggled and let her sit on the bench to tug her shoes off.
Standing beside Jack, she whispered, "She's getting bigger every time I see her…"
"Yeah," Jack replied, "Hard to believe that two years ago she was just learning how to skate… Huh?"
Tianna smiled with a soft nod. "She looks like your mom," she said. Jack agreed, watching as Mary yanked the laces tight on her skates.
"I heard about what happened, Jack…" she whispered very low, "I heard about Pippa… I'm really sorry…" Jack shook his head, holding up a hand.
"I don't wanna talk about it," he whispered, already on the brink of tears, "Let's just try and have a little fun…" Tianna sighed, but nodded in agreement. Once they all had their skates on, they joined the people out on the ice in the fun and games.
Mary giggled excitedly as she watched Tianna leap and twirl on the ice. Jack's gal pal was a ballerina, and therefore, graceful in everything she ever did. She skated like a pro. Mary pointed as Tianna crouched low and spun impossibly fast.
Squatting a little, Jack whispered to his sister, "I don't know about you, but I'd get sick doing that…" He then made barfing noises and motioned with his hand from his mouth.
"Eeewww!" Mary said, giggling and pushing him away, "You're gross Jack!"
"You're gross!" he retorted, laughing and giving her a little push.
"You're gross!" she giggled. The two pushed each other a little while longer before they started playing ice games. Jack made up that they were penguins being chased by ice wolves. Mary squealed as they ran together across the ice.
Jack grabbed hold of her at one point, pulling her onto his back, as he shouted, diving forward to his stomach, "They're gaining on us! We have to belly slide!"
"Faster! Faster, they're almost on us!" Mary shouted, laughing, looking over her shoulder.
"Oh no, oh no!" Jack yelled, sliding across the ice.
"Ah, they got your leg!" she yelled. Jack yelped, knocking her off, grabbing his leg and flailing and crying in pain. Mary laughed hysterically at him.
"Don't worry Jack; I'll use my penguin powers! Back you wolves! BACK!" Mary yelled, pushing her palm into the air, fighting back the invisible wolves. Jack laughed happily.
"I got 'em!" she shouted.
"But my leg!" Jack choked, grinning, "I think they're gonna have to cut it off!"
"No!" Mary yelled, falling down next to him, "I'll heal you! I've got penguin power, remember?!"
Jack laughed and grabbed her, pulling her down for a noogie. She squeaked and pushed him off, hopping to her feet and skating out of his reach.
Jack sat up, laughing and gasping for air, watching her glide across the frozen surface.
Pushing himself up, he smiled when she came back. "Aw man, now my butt's cold…"
Mary pushed him. "Eeeww! You're gross Jack!" Jack laughed and poked her back a little.
When they had finally finished all their fun Jack helped Mary take off her skates. He tied the laces together after they were off her feet and he tossed them over his shoulder. He did the same with his shoes.
"See ya later Tia!" he called to Tianna. She smiled, waving brightly at them, and then quickly returned to her jumps and spins.
Jack and Mary walked together down the street towards home. It was only five thirty, but the sun was already starting to set. Mary pointed out a few stars that were peeking through the clouds. Jack smiled when she pointed to the moon, saying that the man in the moon was smiling at them.
"Yeah, look at 'im," Jack said, "Look at that big ol' grin… Must be a pretty nice view from way up there, huh?"
Mary smiled. "Yeah…"
Jack held her hand again, walking back to home with his baby sister. On the sidewalk at one point he saw Adam, and waved happily. Adam waved back before asking if he was causing trouble.
"Oh yeah," he replied, "Loads."
"Well, you just keep your eye on him, Mary, kay? Who knows when he'll get arrested by the cops!" he teased. Jack pouted at him, but Mary laughed and said she would.
"Don't encourage him," Jack hissed. Mary only laughed and swung her arm with his.
Going back inside, Jack smiled to his mother. He motioned to Mary, as if presenting her and saying 'look, she came back in one piece.' She just smiled and said it was time for dinner.
"Oh boy, I'm starving," Jack said, hopping to his seat. Mary giggled at him and climbed into her chair as well. The little family ate with a few little bad jokes, a few disapproving frowns, and a couple of stories about the day. Jack had had school first that day, then went to work. He talked about Sophie's painting. Mary had gone to school and done show and tell. She had brought the staff Jack had whittled for her. Kids thought it was magical, like a wand. All in all, they had really good days.
Mary suddenly remembered something, and she said, "Oh, yeah, Jamie Bennett brought in a cat! He found it outside his house!"
Her voice faded out for Jack. He had heard the word cat and his mind went back to the man he met on the street today… His eyes… They really looked like a cat's… Jack felt himself blush a little at remembering them so vividly in his head. He could even see the starburst in his yellow irises.
He blinked back into reality when Mary threw a pea at his head. Jack made to shoot some back, but his mother told him no. So, sighing in defeat, Jack just ate the rest of his food.
He and Mary did their homework, he would occasionally offer help if she needed it, and then they played some videogames. When it was time for bed Mary had already been yawning for an hour.
Jack plopped down on his bed, now in his PJs, and sighed. His mom said goodnight, flicking off the lights and going to tuck Mary in. He lay there, staring up at his ceiling. It looked black in the dark.
He closed his eyes, sighing again as he pictured the man from before. He could see him on the insides of his eyelids. Those piercing yellow eyes dissecting his every movement. Making him feel open and exposed… Making him feel uncomfortable and dizzy all at once… Making him feel wanted… Desired… He moaned softly as the images began to take new shape. The man no longer stared at him from a busy road. He stared at him from above. On a bed… While he pounded himself in and out of Jack's body. He moaned again, reaching his hand down to touch himself.
Jack didn't fantasize often, but when he did he liked it to be in the dark. He mewled as he pulled on himself, imagining the dark man ravaging him in his own home. He could practically feel him ripping him apart. And it felt so good… Oh, he wanted that… Oh, how he did… Oh… Oh…
"Oh!" Jack gasped, eyes flying open with his orgasm. He panted through each aftershock, whimpering with pleasure. Now that he was spent, he truly was exhausted. Sleep took him fast.
He dreamed of cat-like eyes and little girls with bunnies…
Forewarning you guys now, this will turn into an eventual BlackIce fic.
(As if it isn't already…)
But it's not gonna be happy happy, joy joy… This is gonna have some gory stuff in it… There's gonna be mental torture. Fear, paranoia, yada yada… You aren't going to enjoy what happens throughout the length of this story. I'm telling you that right now. THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE OVERLY HAPPY. I'm sure those who've read from me are expecting it, but you won't get much.
This is mostly dark… Mostly evil… Mostly Pitch… This is Pitch's realm, now, and he's twistin all the panties in knots…