A/N: I give credit to minomotu from deviantart for the cover picture of this story.
Here's the second Chapter, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians.
Chapter: 2
The others will be coming for him...
How long has it been? Few weeks? Months? He cannot tell in this dank, dark place. Spirits don't need to eat or drink but it's been a while since he had either. During his time here, he's been having nightmares. Mostly about the guardians abandoning him, ignoring him, throwing him out and/or not being believed in again. It hurt, especially when Jamie and his friends walk through him, completely ignoring him. But the nightmares stopped about a week ago maybe?
The others will be coming for him...
Everyday since being left alone in this cage, Jack would try to find some way out. After finding no way out, he became desperate in his attempts at escaping. This includes banging the cage, pulling and pushing on it, creating small thin ice to pick the cage door, smashing and freezing the cage in attempt to shatter it and finally, trying to kick at the cage door. He gave up within a few weeks, knowing he could not break open the cage or escape.
The others will be coming for him...
He knows the others will be coming for him. He knows he cannot escape until they do come. And he knows that there's nothing to do about it. What he didn't know is that he will be receiving a nightmare that night.
But not just any ordinary nightmare. This nightmare will change some of his memories involving the guardians. Pitch is becoming impatient with his guest, so he made this special nightmare for him, to speed up the process of doubt, fear, low self-esteem and desperation for someone to want him.
It's been so long since he talked to anyone. Sometimes he would hear footsteps below him and sometimes he would see Nightmares and Fearlings moving around. The last nightmare he had (If it was a nightmare and not a memory) showed him of his 'family' talking about him behind his back. He didn't want to belief it was a memory and instead, a nightmare.
But the memory or nightmare seemed too real to be a nightmare. His thoughts have been running around his head like this ever since it happened, trying to figure out weather it was a nightmare or a memory. In the nightmare/memory, it was him standing behind a door that leads into a room with the other Guardians inside. He was spying on them, listening to what they were talking about after he got back from spreading snow in Canada.
They were talking about him being useless and unworthy of a Guardian. They were saying they had to get rid of him since he was only needed to defeat Pitch. It hurt. The Guardians talking about how weak and pathetic he is. That was when he flew away before he heard anymore.
It did seem familiar. And since that memory(?) occurred, he'd been having more memories, replacing the ones he already had of the guardians, not that he knew anymore of what those memories were like. Coming in random times weather he was sleeping or awake. It didn't make sense at first but when more memories came in his head, he started to loos hope. He started to believe what Pitch said was true. The memories became more harsh as they appeared.
By the time the memories were finish revealing themselves, he lost hope entirely that the Guardians would becoming for him. Instead, he just sat in the cage, afraid no one wanted him, that no one will ever talk to him or see him anymore. Just like before.
The other will never be coming for him ever...
He can distinctively hear footsteps below him. The first sound he heard in weeks. He doesn't know how long he's been here for. A few years? A decade? He does not know but its been weeks since he heard any sort of sound. But now that he can hear the sound of footsteps, he might be able to get Pitch's attention.
His trembling body moves into a sitting position before looking out the cage. Pitch is walking along the walkway below, his footsteps loud and echoing all around the underground palace. His throat and mouth is dry and hurt whenever he tried to speak but he has to do it, to at lest get some attention.
"Pitch! Wait!" his voice cracked with lack of use, sounding desperate despite how small his voice sounded. "I-please i-just-Pitch, please..." he said in a small voice, being so desperate that he can't even create sentences or keep his voice even. Though he tried to talk to Pitch desperately, he still walked on to the other side and vanished without a single glance towards the cage.
Jack sobbed in his cage. He was ignored, he was desperate and he is unwanted even to that of Pitch Black himself. He felt empty, someone without a purpose in life just like before. Before he became a Guardian, before when the moon too ignored him. Before he had believers that can see and hear him. Before he was chosen...
He can't remember ever feeling anything but the cage. He can't remember anyone but Pitch. He can even barely remember his own name. But how does one remember his own name after such a long time of not hearing it from another being?
It was Jake? No Jay? It has a J in his name. Jace? Jean? Jack? Jack! It is Jack! But... Jack who?
It had something to do with snow? Or ice? What was ice again? And what did snow look like? It's been soo long but he knows it was white. The colour white. What other colours are there? There's black, white and... yellow. Never eat yellow snow. Is there such a thing as yellow snow?
Maybe...
If there is yellow snow, or any other coloured snow, you mustn't eat it. It's dangerous. But, why is it dangerous? Was it dangerous in the first place? Maybe it wasn't but if you eat it, it might taste bad but not dangerous, right? But it doesn't taste bad to Jack...?
Jack who? What was it again?
He can make snow, ice, snowflakes, blizzards and frosts. But what was his last name? Jack Blizzard? Jack Cold? Jack Frost? Jack Snow? No wait, Jack Frost! His name is Jack Frost!
But what was frost again? He can't remember. But at least he remembered his own name. But that is the only thing he knows about himself. He's forgotten what he looks like, he's forgotten what food is or what time is. He forgot what forests are, what cities look like. He can't remember what the sun is, or who the Guardians are. The only animal he knows is a horse, since that is what Fearlings and Nightmares take form as.
He doesn't know what a friend is, what family is. He doesn't know anyone but Pitch and himself.
Noise sounds below him. Noise? What a strange thing to hear after the ever-lasting silence. Or was it just his imagination? He got his body moving before he even realized. A man, wearing black, walks along the walkway. It was Pitch! Maybe he should talk to him. But what if he ignores him again? But he's the only person Jack knows, right? Plus, he wants someone, anyone, to see him, talk to him, to touch him.
"Pitch... Pitch! Please Pitch! I-I don't want to be alone anymore!" his voice cracked. It hurt to talk after not using it. "P-please, I-I don't want t-to be alone a-anymore... I-I'll do a-anything you wan't - P-please..." He cried. Tears ran down his face, surprising him. He never had any tears left to shed so why are they running now?
Pitch stopped walking for a moment. Hope filled his chest but he wouldn't let it. Not after what happened last time. But he couldn't stop the relief he felt when Pitch stopped walking. As fast as it happened though, he started to walk again. Something inside him broke as he watches Pitch walk away.
"W-wait! P-please P-pitch, don't l-leave." he wailed. "P-please wa-wait." he whispered that last part out and started to sob again.
He started to see things. How long has it been since he last seen, herd and talked to Pitch? A few years? Five maybe? He cannot remember, for he has forgotten what time is, what it holds and what its meaning is to the world. But why does it even matter? Why does he even care in the first place? He's just going to stay in this cage of his until not even he knows if he exits or not.
But he's been seeing things. Other people standing above him. Three men and a woman. They seem strange too. But he knows he's hallucinating. He doesn't know these people yet they whisper to him, saying how weak and pathetic he is. They walk to him and pass through him! The feel stirred up some memories of being passed through by humans and ignored by other spirits.
These hallucinations fade once they go through him. Gone without a trace. Leaving him once more without any light left in his eyes. Only a dull, glazed over look as he slowly loses himself to insanity and madness of thinking that he has never existed in the first place...
A/N: Poor Jack! T.T Being caged up and ignored! How dare Pitch do that to him! And where are those damn Guardians! Are they even looking for him? Will Jack ever escape?
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