I would like to thank my beta who edited it to me. I don't own Rise of the Guardians, but I fell in love with this movie... Is my first time trying to write about it and I hope that someone enjoy. My first language is not English so I apologize for any mistake that you can find here.
This story takes place while Jack was still alive.
They said that the nightmares born from a dream.
On a dark night without stars the moon was surrounded by gigantic, darkened clouds and inside a simple house, wearing old clothes and wrapped in a thin blanket, a boy slept peacefully.
He dreamed of his family. He dreamed of a beautiful picnic at the crystalline lake filled with delicious foods. Around could be heard children laughing loudly and singing birds. He dreamed about the joy, the warmth of a summer day, the hope of a teenager who has his whole life to discover.
In his small, humble room, furniture were sparse. The rug was the only thing that brought some heat on that freezing night, besides the flickering flame of a small candle.
They said that dreams make people move on, but what the humans did not know was that fear was the first feeling that arose in humanity.
Suddenly the candle went out, leaving the boy's room in shadows.
He shifted in his bed in an uncomfortable way with a low sigh and unconsciously pulled the blanket, trying to hide from something he did not even know what was.
Under his bed, between the shadows of the night and the cold air, a pair of golden eyes opened.
As a black serpent, the creature crawled along the ground, emerging from the worst fears of the boy.
Pitch smiled, showing his sharp, bright teeth.
He knew the boy cannot see him, but he could not contain his feelings to find a soul so youthful like that. Pitch could almost feel his heart beating again such his joy to see there, lying down, without any defense, with no chances to react against his nightmares, a person who genuinely believed in the world's charms.
In a carefully manner the boogie man slid one of his fingers through the boy's face, feeling that natural human heat, sighing as the ghost of a smile played on his lips.
He loved watching people's dreams, and it did not take much effort to delve into the teen's mind, entering the peace of his precious thoughts.
"Jack" - Pitch murmured, savoring each letter.
With a simple movement the boogie man planted the seed of a nightmare. With shining eyes, the creature watched the dream fall apart in a blackened fog, and was with fascination that he watched the boy's reactions.
Jack fidgeted, moaning with fear, clutching his clothes in an effort to cling to something that was real. It was an attempt to wake up and get rid of that horrible nightmare. But Pitch could not let the boy woke up, at least not yet. He needed to see more, his whole body cried to watch the teen's fear expressions.
The work of the bogeeyman was simple: to awake the worst fears of a person at the time of its rest, and he loved it. Loved interrupt gentle and cheerful dreams, loved seeing people suffering, especially those who were so strong. It was as if, through fear, Pitch could meet people. The fear made that humans reveal their true personality.
However there was a downside. The solitude.
Pitch could touch and talk to those who believed in his existence, but he had never given much importance to this fact... At the core of his being he claimed for some company, someone who could understand him and share the same feelings he carried over the years, but he knew he could never get comprehension, not having to do this kind of work, after all he was bad, he was a villain.
Jack bit his lower lip so hard that a thread of blood ran down his white skin.
Pitch stepped back somewhat surprised.
That boy... Was fascinating.
He realized that the day was dawning, and with sorrow distanced himself, blending between the shadows, being swallowed by the wall, but at any time Pitch stopped watching the guy, seeing as he opened his eyes slightly scared, breathing with some difficulty.
Pitch almost felt his heart beating.
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