This is no way connected to any other ROTG story I have written. Just warning you guys.
Anything italicized is someone's thought bubble or they're singing
Anything bolded is someone's dream and/or nightmare
Pitch Black didn't know what to feel. On one hand, he was angry at the Guardians, especially their newest and youngest member Jack Frost, for defeating him. But on the other, he was jealous of them for being believed in while he rotted away in the prison that was once his home, his lair. It wasn't fair in his eyes. He deserved some sort of belief system, right?
Well, apparently the Man in the Moon thought differently since he was technically the reason he began Pitch Black, the Boogeyman and Spirit of Nightmares, in the first place. But, he wasn't going to let any of this bother him anymore as he decided to leave his lair, for the world's fear had helped him gain more strength once again.
But the fear wasn't directed towards him, but more like the everyday fear of life. He felt the stage fright of young performers, and the fear of the monsters under their beds. If only they knew that it would be him, if only he had enough power to be there. All he could do after two years was roam around the woods and create his shadowy horses to follow him.
As a matter of fact, he was walking through the woods right now, close to his bed frame doorway of his lair, just to think. The autumn leaves that had fallen to the browning grass crunched under his weight with each step he took, as well as his black robes moved swiftly behind him. His golden eyes glowing with anger as he looked around.
"If only I had more power," he said to himself, finding a small pond in the middle of a decent sized clump of trees. "I'd cause fear right here, right now."
"Rosabel! Mary! Slow down, will you!?" A sweet voice spoke up, making Pitch look over to see three young teenage girls, one of them looking 12 or 13, run into the area he was currently residing in. Which, in return, made him back up some into the shadows of the trees. Sure, he wasn't able to be seen, but he didn't want to take any chances in having these three be able to, even when they looked old enough not to believe.
"Just come on, Violet!" The girl with champaign blond hair and teal green eyes stated with excitement as she ran up to a picnic table and hopped onto it, the heels of her boots clomping against the wood as she spun back around towards her 18-year-old best friend with a huge smile.
"Rosabel, get off the…!" The girl with brown hair began to say, her eyes shinning with worry of her friend falling.
"Relax, sis! You're too uptight!" The 12-year-old stated with her own smile as she sat at the picnic table.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls…!" Rosabel began with her hand up to her mouth, acting like she was holding a microphone. "Please put your hands together, for Burgess High School's new Choir captain…Violet Rivers!"
The little pre-teen cheered with excitement as she bobbed up and down in her seat, her short golden blond hair bobbing with her, which made Violet giggle at them. "Guys, it's just a promotion," she began. "It's not that big of a deal."
"Oh don't give me that crap!" Rosabel yelled, making the girl beside her laugh. "You have been wanting to be captain since you were a freshmen at that school!" At this statement, Violet bit her bottom lip before squealing with excitement and spinning around, letting her knee-length mini-skirt fan out with her spin.
"Oh, it's like all my life's work finally paid off," The brunette said as the young golden blond pre-teen smiled.
"I'm proud of you, Violet!"
"Thanks, Mary," Violet smiled as Rosabel hopped onto the table's seats and sat on the table itself, cross-legged like a lady.
Pitch couldn't stop watching the three girls, seeing them laughing and having a great old time, which he really couldn't stand. People having good times, no fear in sight, sickened him. But there was something about the brunette, Violet, that he couldn't help but be curious about. The smile looked beautiful on her, and her own icy blue eyes seemed to glow with wonder as she sat on a rock near the table.
"Mary!" A sweet young voice called out, making the Nightmare King look over to his left, seeing the fence of Jamie Bennett's house and little Sophie, who looked 2 years older, and Jamie (who looked to be 12 now) calling to the trio. "Come and play!" It was Sophie who called.
"Can I, Vie!?" Mary asked as she looked back over at her sister, hoping for the answer to be yes.
"Go! Have fun!" Violet said with a giggle, which made Mary squeal and quickly run up the hill to Jamie's house.
"You want to go and get some ice cream?" Rosabel asked with a grin towards her year older friend.
"No, I'm good," The brunette answered. "You just go on ahead…I'll see you tomorrow at school."
"Okay," Rosabel stated before hopping off of the table and rushing through the brush, leaving Violet sitting there on the rock with a silly smile on her face.
After she knew she was alone (or thought she was alone), she sat at the picnic table, her back facing the fence to Jamie's house, and Pitch just watched. This was a good opportunity to scare someone out of their skin. This was his chance to grow stronger again.
He started leaving the shadows of the trees as he walked towards her, eyes glowing with determination, as she pulled out her iPhone 5 and went into her music app. A smirk started playing a big role on Pitch's face…before he stopped, and his smirk fell.
Violet scrolled through her songs from iTunes, trying to think of which one to play, when she found one that caught her eye. Her smile had immediately fell the moment she saw it, which most likely made Pitch stop in the first place. Her fear was starting to come through to him now. But, as he enjoyed feeling it running through his veins, something made him feel gross, like he didn't want to be enjoying her fear at all.
(SONG: "Confessions of a Broken Heart (Daughter to Father)" – Lindsay Lohan) [I relate to this song. Just saying]
Violet quickly took a deep breath before playing that song. It has been a while since she heard it, but it was cathartic for her sometimes to just let it play and have her sing along.
VIOLET: I wait/for the postman/to bring me a letter/and I wait/for the good Lord/to make me feel better/and I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders/family in crisis that only grows older/why'd you have to go/why'd you have to go/why'd you have to go!
Daughter to father/daughter to father/I am broken/but I am hoping/daughter to father/daughter to father/I am crying/a part of me is dying/and these are/these are/the confessions/of a broken heart.
And I wear/all your old clothes/the old polo sweater/I dream/of another you/one who would never/never/leave me alone/to pick up the pieces/daddy to hold me/that's what I needed/so why'd you have to go/why'd you have to go/why'd you have to go!
Daughter to father/daughter to father/I don't know you/but I still want to/daughter to father/daughter to father/tell me the truth/did you ever love me/cause these are/these are/the confessions/of a broken heart/of a broken heart.
I/love you/I-I/love you/I-I/love you/I…I LOVE YOU!
Daughter to father/daughter to father/I don't know you/but I still want to/daughter to father/daughter to father/tell me the truth/did you ever love me/did you ever love me/these are/these are/the confessions/of a broken heart.
Pitch just stared on in wonder. He could see Violet's tears welling up in her eyes as she sang along to the song she played. It really had hit home to her most likely.
VIOLET: And I wait/for the postman/to bring me a letter…
(End of the song)
Once the song was over, Violet quickly turned off the app by sliding it away, and just sat there, as she stared out onto the pond. A tear had found it's escape at this point as it slid down her face. But Violet was quick as she wiped it away.
Pitch looked at her some more, still feeling her fear souring through him, but at the same time…he felt his heart get heavy. His blackened heart hurt for her, and that was a rare occasion for this to happen. He was wicked, he was evil…he was the Boogeyman, feared by all children in this big globe we call Earth. And yet…he was starting to form sympathy for an 18-year-old girl who apparently didn't have a father to love and support her. How could this happen?
After a while, Violet dried her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater, since it was mid-October with Halloween around the corner, and quickly stood back up to head out of the woods to go home. But as she walked, she found herself tripping over a rock, heading for a bigger one as she started to fall. Immediately, for some reason, Pitch disappeared and reappeared in front of her, hoping she wouldn't just phase right through him.
Violet braced herself before feeling a pair of strong arms catch her quickly, which made her look up to have her icy blue eyes meet golden ones. Pitch was surprised to see that she didn't just fall right through him since she was a teenager and he a spirit. She didn't believe most likely. But here she was, in his arms…not screaming or running away.
"Thank you," She said as she quickly pushed herself out of Pitch's arms. "For catching me."
"Whatev– " He began before in hit him. "Wait…you can see me?"
"Why of course! Am I not supposed to?" Violet stated as she looked on confused.
"Technically, no," The Nightmare King began as he fixed his standing position with his hands behind his back like a person of nobility. "After all, I am the Spirit of Nightmares."
It seemed that Violet understood now as she stared at him some more. "You're the Boogeyman."
"You're a smart girl," Pitch began with a smirk. "And to think you can see me."
"Well, I guess I'm special," stated Violet with her own smirk as she crossed her arms over her chest. Immediately, the mischievous in her eyes screamed someone Pitch knew. Someone he loathed. Someone he hated. Someone who was the embodiment of winter himself.
"I should go," He said quickly as he went to walk away, only to stop and look at her again. "You're welcome…for the save." And with that, he disappeared in the shadows under him, leaving a surprised Violet in his wake.
She stared at the spot he was moments ago, a slight blush on her features before letting a small grin form. "Was that really the Boogeyman?" She asked herself as she slowly turned back to the way she was going. "He doesn't seem bad at all."