Encounter

NEW IDEA!

Jack: Oh really? What?

Me: Nothin~ *Cough* Just in valves you getting captured and tortured! *COUGH*

Jack: Um, you know I heard you?

Me: No you didn't

Jack: Uh yeah I did

Me: Oh, just shut it and let my dears enjoy this fic!


"HAHA!"

Out in the dark forest of Burgess, a energetic boy, hair white as the snow on the dirt floor, eyes blue as the sea, and wearing a blue hood, covered in frost, darted through the trees full of laughter as something rather large and fluffy following him. It was a white wolf, that on all fours stood tall to his shoulders; ts eyes were a light, foggy grey. "Come on, Storm!," the teen, or Jack, called. The wolf barked and in a quick pace ran up beside him. Jack glided and leaped on trees and over logs that Storm crushed under his massive paws.

My name... Is Jack Frost. How do I know that?... The moon told me so. But that was all he ever told me for a very long time. Jack skidded gracefully across a frozen lake, helping the large wolf along with a strong layer pf ice, but both never slipped an inch. Luckily, I had Storm, my partner in crime to comfort me in my three hundred years in counting. Sometimes, I hope that it was the moon's at least blessing to give me a guardian.

Storm and Jack headed to a small neighborhood, where everyone slept nice and warmly in their beds. Jack had no ideal to warmth- in fact he hated it. The only warmth he was used to was the warmth that radiated off of Storm, who cuddled with him when he was frightened. Lonely or hell, even when he shivered from the sudden thought when he forgets that no one could see nor hear him. Not only that, but Storm was more of a guard dog, protecting Jack from any sorts of danger- mostly jealous or angered spirits.

Anyways, in the mist of their running, Jack sped a little faster and had left Storm somewhere behind, and when he noticed it, he paused. "Storm?," he called with a hint of fright in his voice. Oh no... No, I can't be alone. Not again!, he thought to himself. Tears brimmed his eyes. "Storm! Storm, where are you?!"

A large furry body suddenly pinned him down and a warm slick tongue lapped over his face. Jack laughed n joy and relief, and disgust. "Ew!... Storm... Stor- Ha!... We are males for Christ's sake!" he snorted, pushing the beast off his body. Storm sat, wagging his tail in excitement. Jack smiled and stood, grabbing his staff. He dusted himself off and petted his partner's head.

"You scared me there for a second, bud."

[Storm: What? Afraid I was going to leave you?]

"You can say that again."

Jack, for some reason, had the gift- that on one else had- to understand Storm and hear his words.

[Storm: Jack, you know that I have an occupation to protect you... Never abandon you.] Jack gazed into Storm's eyes, giving him a water smile. He could barely see a smirk form on the animal's lips. The winter teen then gazed up at the moon and yawned. "Kay, bud. Tme for us to get some shut eye," he informed.

SNAP.

Storm immediately stood in a crouching position in front of Jack, snarling and growling at the direction where the noise came from. "Storm, what was that?" Jack whispered. "Well,, well," a velvet voice spoke from somewhere unknown, "a boy and his mutt. How sweet."

A man with dark features then stepped out of the shadows with a sinning grin on his ashy grey skin. "And not just a boy.."

Suddenly, a gritty black tendril coiled around Jack's ankle and yanked him from Storm's side. "AH! Storm!," Jack shrieked as he disappeared nto a shadow and reappeared beside Pitch. "Jack Frost to the exact," Pitch crooned. Storm took a step to approach the Nightmare King. "I would sit, dog," Ptch snared. To his words, a tendril coiled around Jack's neck, giving it a teasing squeeze, causing Jack to make a choked cough.

Instantly, Storm stood still, but never took his eyes off of the teen. Pitch smiled. "Good, dog. Sorry I have no treats, mutt," he insulted. "Don't talk to him you evil- ACK!" Jack began but was cut off when the tendril wrapped more tightly around his throat. "Ah, ah, ah. Just like the dog, you must be a good boy as well, Jack," Pitch crooned.

"What do you want, Pitch?"

"What do I want? It's wrapped up for me right now."

Storm's eyes widened. No... Not Jack.

"Me? Why do you want me?" Jack asked.

Pitch pursed his lips and moved his slender hand slowly down his cheek, and down his neck; Jack dared not to move. "I need a victim- a child I could touch- at my side in order to make a negotiation tactic with the Guardians if I am ever gong to win. You will do the job. Pure.,. Child... Innocent... Joy..." Every word Pitch rolled off hs tongue made Jack shiver. Storm growled in desire to rip the man's head off for even touching Jack, but he knew better. If he moved, Jack would pay the price.

Pitch moved his hand on top of Jack's mouth, muffling a surprised whimper. Jack noticed the black vle being pulled from under the others robe and grew more frightened. "Now be still and you will only feel pain," he hissed. Storm barked and leaped forward, grabbing Pitch by the collar and thrown him to a tree. He then ripped Jack from his bounds and threw him onto his back; Jack as well, grabbed his staff.

"Thanks Storm!"

[Storm: Don't thank me yet I gotta get you out of here]

The large wolf darted through the streets, and jumped onto cars, crushing them under his weight. In the mist of running, Jack was suddenly knocked off of his partner's back by what looked to be a weird grainy black horse. Storm skidded to a stop, gazing back at the fallen teen. [Storm: Jack!]

Jack rolled onto his stomach, looking around with a groan. "St... Storm?" Storm darted to his master, only to be blocked by several mares. He growled, showing his canines and tore one by one. Jack spotted his staff that had fallen feet away and crawled to it, only to be snatched by the waist by a pair of strong arms, and into a firm chest. Pitch, on a much bigger horse, lifted into the air with Jack squirming to get free.

"Lemme go!" Jack demanded.

Storm grew furious at the sight of Pitch holding Jack and darted after on ground. [Storm: Hang on Jack, I'm coming!]

"STORM! HELP!" Jack shrieked. "So long, dog!" Pitch cackled n victory, "and don't worry, send my regards to the Guardians!" Then, like a thief in the night, Pitch and Jack were gone. Storm stopped and stared at the empty starless sky in terror. No... Jack... Jack was gone... No... Anger boiled inside of him, and with a breath, he released a loud howl, that not one soul could hear.


Ha! Cliff! Should and may I continue? PLZ REVIEW!