Alex knelt, one hand tracing circles around the coiled length of the whip at his belt while the other lay on the black and gold hilt of his sword. He knelt in the dark room, relishing in the darkness that surrounded him, the darkness that seeped into every seeming crack and hole of the stone walled room. He channeled out his own darkness, a beautiful pitch black cloud that seethed and writhed to the ever pounding beat of his fiery heart. The fire was there in more ways than one, but Alex had always feared that certain power, so he stayed with his rain clouds and darkness and memories of heart wrenching screams stuck in the back of his immortal mind, never leaving, never giving him a chance to think of happiness. Not that he needed it, of course, he needed nobody, just this, just this room where only he could sit in peace. Inside the abandoned threshold of Zu Varegoth Hisad. A place that even the people who lived in the town nearby feared.
It was winter anyways, a season Alex particularly hated, because it brought Jack Frost and snow, and intricately made snowflakes that fell from sky. It the brought Jack Frost's mischief and fun and happiness, it brought blizzards and dazzling whiteness that stunned Alex with it's beauty. He had reason to hate it, because he hated light, and Jack Frost was all of that and more. Plus he was a new guardian
Alex hated the guardians more than anything, with their jolly laughs and ways of forgetting that he even existed. Not that it mattered, he wasn't even used in expressions. He was Alexander Flare, a nobody, and he belonged that way, because what did he do besides burn things down and skulk in the dark rooms of abandoned and haunted cities that he had probably burned down himself a long time ago. And look at that! He didn't even have the grace to remember those he had killed.
Alex had by far convinced himself he was a monster, thus his reason for staying away from society, wrapped in the thick cloak of his own shadow.
Pitch would find him anyways, the annoying man was bent on making Alex strong enough to defeat the guardians after his downfall. Pitch was so annoying sometimes Alex would wish he could rip that head off and stick it on a stake for everybody to see. Not that anybody would see it, after all, Pitch was unseen. But it was best not to bother the man, he would likely be beaten just for staying away too long. Alex had become reckless and careless, and he had paid the price. He made mistakes now, and apparently he wasn't good enough for Pitch, because he wouldn't harness his other powers, only for one person he would he use one, and the other he wouldn't use at all, not ever, which was half the reason he got beaten.
But what was he to expect, he couldn't escape from Pitch, even his darkness couldn't do that, after all, he was the Nightmare King's son.
A/N: Ok sooooo...First fanfic, hope everybody enjoyed it, this was just sort of a start for the story, no main plot in the first chapter. Hope everybody likes it, please R&R, hope to see some favs too if possible. :)