Well...I watched RotG and couldn't help but feel a bit bad for Pitch. I mean COME ON. He just wanted a bit of recognition. I wrote this in like 30 minutes so... *shrugs*
Silent as the Dead
Pitch looked up from the hovel he had been forced into. He was covered in darkness. Alone. He sat up slowly, glancing towards the ground. He just wanted to be seen. He thought Jack might have known why he was willing to do so much. In the end he didn't care either. Jack was just like the rest of them, only looking out for themselves and their friends. No one else matters in their eyes.
Pitch stood from his spot, dusting off all of the dirt that had fallen on him. He struggled to walk running into the wall. He let out a sound of annoyance; he could barely stand with what they had done with him. He cursed the Guardians. Do they not understand his motives? Of course they don't. After all, they are seen and heard. People believe in happiness.
Those fools did not know the truth. Behind all happiness, there is always darkness. Searching. Waiting. Till the time is perfect. Until everything turns pitch black. Children hold hopes and dreams, but much like his use to be, but they will always be crushed in the end. They will grow older and lose their ideals. He only wanted the children to see the truth; life isn't filled with presents and eggs, but horror and tragedy.
Pitch snarled at the thought of those idiots who had caused him to lose. Those betrayers. He remembers them turning on him in their last fight. How they said he was evil and wrong. He was hideous. Pitch understood that. But when everyone hates you, no matter how hard you try; all you can do in response is hate them in return. Wish for their demise. Who are they to decide fate? Pitch would fight them until the end.
He may not understand how to be alive, much like the others; but he would stand and watch the world burn before he gave up. All children have a fear. Every adult has one. No matter how many people say he is nothing, fear is much worse. Nothing could rid them of that.
Pitch made his way into his lair. The barren wasteland of what it was earlier that day, filled with the fluttering wings of fairies, now as silent as the dead. He will be condemned here for another 100 years in silence. Always fading to darkness. Because no matter how happy people become, there is always going to be pitch black in the end.
hm...I like how it turned out, wanted it to be longer but oh well.