Hello again lovely folks! You all mostly seemed to enjoy the last chapter! So this will basically be a chapter one, but from Jack's POV. I may do this for all or most of the chapters but I'm not sure yet and it is not set in stone so let me know if you like the idea of having two separate chapters one from Pitch's and one from Jack's POV. Ex: So there would be two chapter three's first in Pitch's (or Jack's POV depending on how the last chapter ended) then in Jack's POV and vice versa for other chapters. If you do or don't like this idea or if you are too confused by it let me know and I may just write one long chapter including both POV's. ON WITH THEE "STORY "! *ps I still don't own any of this -_-
It was almost nighttime and Jack was flying on the wind along the neighborhood of Jamie's street. He had just left from his small friends house after a long day filled with snow ball fights and fun times. Jack always loved playing with Jamie because even though he was technically over 300 years old, he was forever trapped in a teens body and still had childish urges he just couldn't ignore. It wasn't that he couldn't be mature but because his body could never grow any older, it was very difficult for Jack's mind to grow as well.
It was very quiet out tonight which was a bit unnerving to Jack as it was almost never this quiet, even in the small town of Burgess. He would have cared more but he was in a good mood and couldn't bring himself to be distracted by this odd occurrence, so he just ignored it.
Jack frowned as darker thoughts suddenly invaded his mind. Lately he had been a bit distressed. He rarely ever had nightmares, but it seemed his dreams were coming very close to it. Jack didn't ever need much sleep as he was a winter sprite and had his duties to fulfill, but when he did sleep, it was almost as if he dreamed of something similar to- what would one call it? Perhaps a déjà vu? He wasn't exactly certain because though his dreams felt so real like he had once lived them, they were never him. They were always occupied by a little girl, which made no sense what-so-ever to Jack. Weren't your own dreams supposed to be about you? Or at least this is what Jack had always thought anyway.
With Jack in his childish state of mind he was never one for serious thoughts, and he desperately tried to think of something else. That was when he heard it. A strange sort of rustling noise coming from his left side. Jack was now closer to his home by the lake and looked over to the vacant forest. He didn't see anything, but this didn't exactly mean that nothing was there. With his now ever so curious child-like mind Jack decided he would go check it out. He figured it was probably just a harmless forest creature, but this was his home so if it was something else, something more dangerous, he would protect it.
He dropped down to the forest floor, staff ready in hand, now walking silently. The rustling noise had gotten quieter, and moments later, was completely gone altogether. Jack was still curious and continued to walk deeper into the forest, not worrying about any possible dangers.
He then saw something sparkle in the moonlight. It was definitely moving, maybe a snake? But it was way too long and sparkly to be any sort of snake. There were never really snakes around this part of the forest anyways. Jack almost wanted to say that it was some sort of black sand, but that was impossible as sand could not move on its own, and the wind was certainly not strong enough to be blowing it around. And this was a forest for peets sake! There wasn't any sand in forests!
By now Jack was almost positive it was sand but that was just way too impossible for him to try to even comprehend. Though the idea that sand could move on its own as if it had its own mind, was no doubt impossible, Jack was now even more curious than ever. When the sand started to slither away just as a snake would, he decided he just had to follow it, without even thinking about what he was doing.
Jack had now followed the sand even deeper into the odd forest, deep enough that one could say he was most likely lost inside. It was now about midnight and the wind had died down completely now, so even if Jack had thought of having the wind carry him home, it was no longer an option. It had gotten so dark in the cramped forest that Jack was having a very difficult time keeping track of where the sand was taking him, even with his heightened senses. He did his best though and tried to listen closely for the slithering noise as he really wanted to find out where the sand would lead him to.
About 15 minutes later the sand had come to a complete stop, and then disappeared altogether into the shadows. Jack finally realized he had been in some sort of odd trance and had followed the sand for who knows how long. When he looked up he found himself in some kind of weird opening in the forest. It was like a circle of trees surrounded him with no way out.
Because it was so dark outside Jack couldn't make out many details of where he was, and he also did not notice the wide hole in the ground about ten feet away from him. Jack slowly started to walk forward a bit with his hands out in front of him, incase he tripped and fell.
All was silent, and though it was a tad creepy, Jack found the darkness and silence oddly calming and relaxing, sort of soothing his worries of anything bad happening to him out in the open. Jack let his guard down while being soothed, and this turned out to be a mistake.
The sand suddenly poured out from the hole in the ground from which Jack could not see, but most definitely heard, and wrapped itself around Jack's
ankles. It tugged him forward harshly causing Jack to fall backwards, dropping his staff in the process, and started to drag Jack into the hole. No longer relaxed Jack started to panic and tried to scream out, but the sand wound itself around Jack's mouth, turning his loud cries into silent moans.
By this point the sand had almost succeeded in dragging Jack into the tunnel, but Jack did not want to give up yet and kept fighting. In one last-ditch effort to save himself from god knows what, Jack dug his fingers into the ground and opened his mouth to scream again but this also turned out not to be the best option. The sand filled his mouth and left a horrible scratchy feeling all inside of it, almost choking him and he instantly regretted doing this and desperately tried to spit it out. He couldn't help swallowing some, and it was like trying to eat sand paper. The sand must have had some drugging substance within it because Jack slowly felt himself being forced into a deep sleep. The last thing Jack remembered was being tugged the rest of the way into the tunnel, the sand gently caressing him so he would not fall the rest of the way down into the darkness. His last thought being;
The guardians are going to kill me when I wake up
Well...that escalated quickly o_o ..I seriously had no idea this would happen I wasn't exactly planning on it...Oh well! I sincerely hope I did not disappoint any of you as I know that some of you guys and girls actually do happen to like this weird story..If you did sort of like it or not let me know :) I will read each and every comment even if you are all like "psh omg K this was awful gawd *-*" ...oh and btw sorry it took awhile to update this I don't exactly have an update plan scheduled so it will probably be updated at random unless more people start to like it even more ^-^ So bai bai again little peoples! Until next time!