Aftermath -extended-
Pairing: Black Ice
Rating: T
Chapter 1: Past Greiveances
This is a multi-chapter version of Aftermath, my second oneshot. Enjoy!
It had been three million years and 252 days since Kozmotis Pitchiner had seen the light of day. He decided quickly that dark places did not suit him anymore. After regaining control from the fearlings these past two years, he had to work on clearing his name. But, that was hard to do when you are stuck in a very dark prison cell, for lack of a better term. The only times that he heard anything was when the nightmares came in for a round of 'Let's Kick Kozmotis Around'. It sucked.
Jack Frost. That was the name that haunted his mind now-a-days. The young man had the guts to refuse the fearlings, and make it out alive. That had earned Kozmotis's respect, something very hard to come by. But there was something else, was it love? No, Kozmotis pushed the idea out of his head, it probably was something akin to lust. he hadn't had a proper release in...a long time. By the time he realized this, he heard something that just couldn't be nightmares.
"Are you sure we should be doing this Jack? Pitch won't like this." The Tooth Fairy? Was Jack down here?
We'll be fine Tooth. He won't hurt us, he can barely do anything right now!" No matter how true the words were, they still pierced Kozmotis' heart. "But there's something wrong. I can't sense Pitch here at all. It's something else entirely." Jack was right about that, so Kozmotis decided to make himself known.
"Hello?" His voice had gone hoarse from screaming. "There's someone there, I can hear you." The two wanderers turned sharply towards the voice they heard. "I don't mean to frighten you. I just wanted to know that for once I wasn't alone.
Jack brushed imaginary dust off of himself. "Yeah. Who are you?" his first thought was that Pitch had come back, but the voice was slightly different. The man stepped into the visible light with some difficulty. His dark brown hair hung down, almost touching his shoulders. His eyes were visible as well, being a light amber color. But what caught Jack's attention were the injuries. Bruises, both recent and healing, were too numerous to count. The man also had a split lip, and a broken arm. His left ankle was dragging behind him, utterly useless.
The man then spoke, rendering Jack speechless. "Kozmotis Pitchiner. I was here when you fought me. Can you bring medical supplies down here? I can patch myself up from there." Tooth was stunned. Was this man Pitch? He held an air of regality, not letting the perfectly composed mask slip.
"No. you're coming with us; nothing down here can 'patch you up'. We need to move fast though, you're losing a lot of blood." Tooth hung back as Jack lifted the man up. Tooth protested until Jack shot her down with a glare. "We need to help him. This isn't Pitch, and I have a feeling that this man would have done the same for us." Jack flew out of the lair, Kozmotis in hand and Tooth hot on his tail.
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