Chapter two of my story. A special thanks to Midnight the Black Fox.
{Before the attack}
A bored, disappointed sigh was heard in a dark part of the forest by the frozen lake.
"There is not enough fear in these parts." Yellow eyes moved to the lake and the other side of the frozen pond to the rest of the forest on the other side. "Shame."
After a couple of moments, the one that uttered the sigh saw an opportunity in two children, a sly, sick, despicable smile spread across his face as the smaller one tripped and was rolling to the lake. With a wave of his hand, the man called forth scary, monstrous, wolves. He used the shadows to take the form of a wolf and growled to let the girl know she had everything to fear and nothing to be happy about.
{During the attack}
Drat. The boy just had to follow and send the girl home, and now the monster was pinning him to the ground and tried to bite at the boy whilst clawing at his body, while the rest of the pack had surrounded them.
To make matters worse, not only had the boy sent his sister home, he had also spoken about the Guardians.
So, this boy believes in the Guardians? That will not stand. The monster thought as it clawed away at the boy's face, procuring a yell of pain and fear from the victim.
The boy was panicking as he felt the ice that covered the lake cracking. He looked from the left to the right, through eyes that blood was running into, he could barely make out a long, thick-looking stick just a little ways a way. Thinking quickly, he spat in the creatures face. While that distracted the beast, the teen shoved the creature off and crawled quickly, the ice still cracking under his weight mind you, to the stick.
He grabbed the stick and wielded it like a staff, which he used to ward off the beasts. That is, until he smacked the alpha-looking wolf in the face.
"That hurt!"
The boy's eyes widened. Did that wolf.. Did it just talk?
The wolf stalked forwards, it's body shifting to look more like a man. The skin on the man was gray and his yellow eyes were alive with malice and murder.
"Tsk. Tsk." He replied, still stalking towards the boy "Do you know who I am?"
The boy nodded, feeling his feet getting colder every second as well as the ice crackling beneath his feet
"Your Pitch, the nightmare king." The boy said, his brown eyes replaced fear with protectiveness
"I am also a Guard-"
The boy struck Pitch in the face yelling
"You are no Guardian!"
Pitch, having had enough of being the boy's object of getting beaten with a stick, grabbed the boy by the wrist with one hand, thus making the boy drop it, and then lifting him up before switching from he wrist to his neck
"You certainly are stubborn!" Pitch slammed the boy through the ice, cracking it further, before pulling the freezing mortal out of the ice by his hair. He saw the mortal was loosing consciousness and felt the mortals blood on his hand.
"The Guardians are the protectors of children, and you.. You're just a monster." the boy said
Pitch smiled in a dark way "Why thank you." He smiled even more "And when your out of my way, your little friend is all mine for the scaring!"
He shoved the boy into the ice cold water. He watched the boy sink to the bottom of the lake before leaving.
{after the attack}
Jackson was loosing consciousness fast. His last thought was on his sister and how devastated that she would, no most defiantly will, be. He then prayed to the Guardians.
Please, Guardians, watch over my sister, protect her.. Because I couldn't. Please.
