Chapter One
Black.
That was what it felt inside of him; it was a thick, heavy oily and black tendril that coiled and attacked his insides, leaving slick and slimy trails of white hot hatred among his ribcage. That was what he would describe the fear and loneliness that consumed him. The fear and loneliness that gobbled him up and sank their razor sharp teeth into his grey flesh and tear through him like the wind did to dandelion seeds.
Pitch Black hated this feeling, yet he revelled in the thought of causing other people to feel this. His leathery cracked skin would tingle as sensations of making the children and adults scream in fear and shiver as terror attacked their bodies and creep into their minds. Euphoria. That was what he had felt when he would see their pupils shrink and the image of their greatest fears flicker and flash in their eyes. The way color would fade from their face, making them look like corpses and phantoms at the thought of these fears coming to life.
It was marvellous. When it was happening to someone else.
He paced through the dark halls, his footsteps' echoes sounding like roaring thunder in the deathly silent caverns that he would call home. Whispers of how no one will ever believe in him and that he will never ever be loved by anyone slid into and plagued his thoughts before turning into screams that rang like church bells in his brain. Images of these awful words manifesting into tentacles coiling up his limbs and sliding into the orifices of his head and ravaging his mind flashed in his dark eyes.
"STOP IT!" He screamed, his normally smooth yet icy voice cracking at the last sound that passed through his chapped lips that were frosted with dead skin. His legs trembled and his knees wobbled before his form slammed against the ground as he thought he saw the tendrils of fear slide towards him. "...How... could this be..." He couldn't finish the thought before gathering his thoughts and collecting himself.
This was pathetic. Nearly as pathetic as Jack Frost trying to fit in with the Guardians.
The only thing that was more pathetic than that, was the fact that he longed to be a part of that... family, if that was the right word for it. He could have had someone. It could have been Jack, if only he had taken his offer.
Pitch's lips curled into a small smirk at the thought of Jack joining him, darkness and cold spreading across the world and plaguing the idiotic mortals that filled it. Thoughts of Jack looking up to him as a guardian, no a father. Thoughts of someone loving him. It comforted him. For a split second.
"...Isn't there anyone that could love something like me...?" He murmured, his voice trembling as he stared at his hand, taking note of the narrow spaces between the spidery digits and how small and slender one's hands and fingers would be to fit perfectly in the spaces. "...It would be nice... To have someone here, to help..."
To help him with what? Combating the dear that he created and that consumed him whole? To help him escape from this hole that was sealed up immediately after being thrown under the bed once again?
If he couldn't help himself out, he wasn't sure if he really wanted someone else to help him out. He had pride after all.
But, it would be nice.
A small chuckle escaped him as he closed his eyes, his body resting against the cool damp walls of the cavern. Warmth filled him as he let his mind wander free, free to think about someone to spend time with him and love him unconditionally. Like a child and a parent.
It wasn't black.
End Chapter One
