AN1: Please excuse me for this pitifully short chapter! The next one will be a bit short too, but I swear I'll get you longer chapters after that ^^' And please don't judge me, its my first fanfic :3
Intolerable hunger that made me want to eat anything given. A thirst that would make me drink my own blood if I was given the opportunity. An oppressing heat that made me sweat all the time. The loneliness that ironically never left me "alone". But the hardest of them all was pain. A terrible, strong, constant pain. Flowing like water, piercing the center of my chest like a needle, but causing sufferance a thousand times greater, a stream of Power at its purest state was flying to a recipient, where my "host" would come every once in a while and refill it for his own use. I watched it flow. It was good looking, though. It was glimmering black, at the same time liquid and ethereal. I was proud of seeing my power, like if it was really the last thing I could hold on to. Of course I didn't like a bastard like him using MY power for things that I reprimand, like doing harm, but what did you expect me to do, exactly? Escape? I was handcuffed and the ceiling was too low for me to stand up. Plus, my wrists were a wreck. I stared at them, They had cuts everywhere, some were scars, others were bruises, and some were still bleeding. I had been pulling on the handcuffs so hard and for so long, only in the miserable tiny hope of breaking them, that I managed to hurt myself. You would have guessed it already: my jailer didn't really want me to move, as he feared it would maintain my body on a decent fitness level. This dumb ass really thought it would let my muscles "freeze" and prevent me from staying strong and able to run and fight. What Mr Genius didn't know, because he never tried this before, was that the physical state of spirits can't be altered in any way. I'm already dead, how could you even expect me to starve to death, or become weak? It all depends on my power and mental state.
Oh, but I forgot to introduce myself! What an idiot...
My name is Jack. Jack Overland Shade, to be really precise.
Have you ever heard of me? I'm the spirit of the Night, although I am not a Guardian. For some weird reason I'm stronger in winter. And cold makes me regenerate from wounds faster, which is why my jail is hot as hell. My powers are literally darkness (I don't get why people represent it as bad, aren't I a good guy?), which is why I was imprisoned. I think you guessed who locked me away. Yup, that sick crazy bastard of Pitch Black. Actually, he wouldn't be able to do a lot of things without me. I mean, he uses my powers to corrupt the magnificent Dream Sand into some Nightmare Sand or whatever this ripoff is called, to create his Nightmares (that he should really stop using), and to cast darkness things in general (because he's jealous of my powers and my style). Without me he would be lost.
But I still need to get out of here. I am in a really bad position, but I keep myself informed. And I heard a lot these days. And I am patiently waiting, here, locked in Pitch's lair in the North Mountains, for the winter to come, the time when nights grow longer, and when my powers are at their strongest, to try and escape from him. I now know what his place looks like, thanks to a Nightmare whose mind I managed to read through my essence of darkness. How did I do that? Well it took about a year, but I've had plenty of time here. I began by controlling my darkness essence, and the controlling this essence directly in a Nightmare. This is also how I keep myself informed.
I also managed to understand how to crash the system that drains my essence for Pitch, and when the time has come, I'll disable it and move on to the rest of my plan. As soon as I'll be outside, I'll hide for a while, till I'm strong enough to take on Pitch and avenge myself. But I still need the winter to come, and in six months things might change. Let's hope for a miracle to happen.
Because at the first occasion, I'll escape and Pitch Black will suffer my wrath. I won't take pity of him. When the moment as come, I will rise from my ashes and avenge from what Pitch made me live. Till now, I will remain in the dark, waiting for my time to come…
AN2: I didn't replace Jack Frost! He is still there and coming in the next chapter, don't worry :p And there will be some Jelsa later on (but hey, we need somewhere to begin with, right?) Update: I changed the chapter a bit sorry for that, but you don't have to reread it :) Bye and stay cool guys :D