And now, more of this…
Pitch is extremely jealous all the freaking time... Oiy...
WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER::: NOTABLE CHARACTER DEATH, Scenes of Rushed Romance (Because Pitch is an impatient little bugger who can't take no for an answer), crying, MORE out of character (movie wise) moments, and Gore that is slightly more detailed than the rest has been so far.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
Also, I hope you got my little apology at the bottom of chapter 3, Kitty. (Though it was basically me making up excuses...)
In Love With A Killer (Chapter Four)
Jack had been lying on his bed for hours. All he could think about was Pitch… and what he had done with him on that bus… He felt disgusting for loving how it felt. Why did he have to love the way it felt to have Pitch touching his body like that? Why couldn't he have been repulsed like any other kid would have? God, if his mother found out…
He licked his lips. He could still taste Pitch on his tongue. God, why did he have to be so attracted to him?
Sitting up, he decided he may as well head to school. He hadn't slept a wink, but at least he had had a chance to rest his eyes. He pulled on a baggy grey hoodie and some black skinny jeans. A little darker than he usually wore, but hey, they looked good. That was all that mattered to him.
Going to school was tough that day. All he really wanted to do was lay around and do nothing. Heading to school sucked… He fought through his melancholy, though, enough to head to work in a bit of a better mood.
He found a paper on his desk. The newspaper again. Sandy had left him a note on top of it. Furrowing his brow, Jack opened it and read it to himself.
"Jack, I'm sorry… If you don't want to read this, you don't have to… But you should know why Claude's not here… -Sanderson"
"Claude?" Jack repeated. The twin he'd been playing ninja with the other night?
He flipped the paper open and found a photo of a bus. The Article was titled "Moving Murder. A Twin Loses His Brother." Swallowing nervously, Jack began to read.
"Ten year old Claude James was found dead last night on a city bus. His eyes, as have been every victim of The Boogeyman, had been gouged out, and his head had been scalped. His lips had been sliced seven times, making his face nearly unrecognizable. The only person able to identify him was his twin brother…"
Jack couldn't read any more, his entire body was trembling. He grabbed his head and sobbed openly. He fell to his knees, crying aloud. Sandy was immediately by his side, holding him and trying to calm him down. All Jack could do was sob about Claude. He'd been so lively just the other day. No! No, no, no!
"Oh, God, Sandy, no!" Jack sobbed, burying his face into his boss's sleeve, "Claude! Sandy it was Claude!"
"I know, I know," he whispered, "Please, Jack, this is hard for me too… But you have to stop crying… Please… For the kids… Please…" Jack continued to cry into his arm. He couldn't do this… But, he swallowed back his tears and put on a brave face for the children. He acted like nothing was wrong.
It hurt him to pretend life was normal. He missed Claude… He missed Pippa… Why…? Why was the world so cruel…?
Sitting alone on a bench in the park, which was unusually deserted, Jack sighed sorrowfully to himself. It hurt inside… He wanted to cry and let it out, but he had to be brave, right…? Brave for his mother and brave for the kids, right…? Who could he rely on to hear his sorrows?
"Jack?" he blinked his big blue eyes up and smiled when he saw Nick walking his way. Nick! Nick was always willing to listen to him.
Jumping to his feet, Jack ran to him, throwing himself into the big man's arms. He sobbed into his shirt. "Nick! Oh, Nick, I'm so happy to see you…!" And he broke down. He cried without end. Nick took him back to the bench and held Jack close to him as his tears soaked into his shirt. Jack wailed and sobbed and screamed with his pain.
He rubbed his back in silence, giving Jack the time he needed to relax a little. "It's alright, Jack," he whispered reassuringly, "Just let it out…"
And Jack did. He cried into him for what felt like forever. By the time he had finally finished his eyes hurt from all the crying.
He blinked up at Nick, who smiled down at him. "Better?" he asked. Jack nodded. "Good," he said, "Now, begin the telling me… What is troubling you?"
Jack sniffled, rubbing his nose on his sleeve. "W-well… Today… I found out… Claude, a… a kid I worked with and played with yesterday… was… was killed…" Nick quickly gripped Jack's shoulder comfortingly. Jack smiled and held onto him. "And… and a few days ago Pippa… Pippa was killed too… I worked with… with her at the daycare, too…"
"Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry," Nick whispered, rubbing his shoulder fondly.
Jack smiled weakly at him. "An… And mom said I need to be brave for her and Mary… Cuz… Cuz this is scary for them too, and I've gotta be the big brother, you know…? And… And Sandy said I had to be brave here for the kids… I can't worry them… And… And I didn't know who else to talk to…" he whimpered, pressing his face back into Nick's belly. Technically that wasn't true, after all Nick found him. But Jack was happy he was listening.
Nick rubbed the top of his head sweetly. Jack sniffled.
"And… And, you know what else…?" he looked up at Nick, who gave him an understanding smile. "I… I met someone the other day… And… And I really like him… But… But he's… he's older than me… And… And he and I… We… He…" Jack lost his voice. He wanted to confess this, but how could he? Even telling Nick it felt like a betrayal.
But Nick was always understanding. He smiled warmly at Jack, rubbing his back in a fatherly way. "Is alright, Jack… You can tell me when you're ready… Does not have to be now…"
Jack smiled and snuggled his head into the softness of Nick's belly. The end of his beard tickled his ears, but Jack didn't care. This was nice… He needed this… A shoulder to cry on… He needed someone who would just listen…
Sniffling again, Jack said, "He gave me a hand job the other day…" he said, "And… And I let him…"
"Did you not want it?" Nick asked.
"No," Jack replied, "No, I did want it… But… But we were in public… And I barely know him…" He swallowed, clutching Nick's shirt tighter. "Nick, I don't know what to do… I feel like I did something wrong… I feel… dirty…"
Nick smiled softly at him. "If you need time to think about relationship, tell him so. He will understand," he said. Jack blinked up at him.
"You think so?' he asked, looking hopeful himself.
"I know so," Nick said, "I feel it… in my belly." Jack giggled and poked said belly.
"You're belly's squishy," Jack said, smiling happily. Nick laughed with him and then gently kissed Jack's forehead. Jack blushed up at him. Nick was a wonderful listener. He was like a dad...
Nick stood up, giving Jack one last hug, before he walked off. Jack watched him go with a smile, waving as he left. He felt so much better now. Nick always knew how to cheer him up.
Smiling, Jack thought that maybe he could go find Pitch and talk with him. After all, Nick said he would understand, right? Problem was… Jack had no idea where to find Pitch… He frowned as he sat and tried to think about it.
Being broken out of his thoughts by a scream was not what Jack had expected. Hopping to his feet, Jack ran out of the park toward the road. He found a woman kneeling beside a bloody body. His eyes went wide when he saw it. The eyes had been scraped out of the head, the cheeks and eyebrows shredded. The body's lips looked like they were singed. The stomach had been sliced open and the insides were spilling onto the road. He felt sick.
"Oh God," he gasped, falling to his knees. He couldn't look. He couldn't look!
Turning his head away, Jack dialed 911 on his phone and told the police that there was another dead kid. That was all he could manage before he vomited. The child had been demolished. He couldn't even tell if it was a boy or a girl anymore. He felt dizzy. He felt like he was going to pass out… The smell of blood was nauseating.
"Oh, God…"
He closed his eyes tight until the ambulance arrived. Even then he tried not to look at the body. It twisted his stomach to see it. He wanted to disappear in that moment. He wanted to vanish.
Whimpering, he covered his face, ignoring the camera crew of the local news station when they arrived. He was sure they filmed him at one point, because nobody was talking, but the cameraman said that they got the shot. He didn't care. He cried into his hands. Another child had been murdered. And he had seen the body!
He vomited again. The reporter shrieked at the sight of it, telling someone to 'clean that kid up'.
He sobbed into his hands. He felt a pair of hands hold his shoulders and pull them back into a body. Blinking open his eyes, Jack was surprised to find Pitch holding him. But he was grateful.
He pressed his face into the man's chest, crying helplessly. Pitch stood with him and walked him over to a nearby bench. He sat with Jack, letting the boy cry into him for a good while longer. "It's okay, Jack, it's okay," he whispered, stroking his back tenderly.
Jack whimpered in sorrow. It wasn't even four o'clock yet and another child had been killed… God, he was such a failure…!
He clung to Pitch like a safety blanket, crying into his shirt until he had no more tears left. When his shoulders finally stopped shaking, he looked up at Pitch. The yellow eyes stared down at him and Pitch asked quietly, "Okay?" He nodded, rubbing his hand against his nose.
Sniffling softly, Jack sat up a little and rested his head against Pitch's collarbone. He sniffled some more, watching the news crew report on what happened. None of them cared. None of them had even seen the body. All they were doing was getting ratings…
He hid his face in Pitch, and he felt the man tighten his grip on him in a manner that seemed very protective. He nuzzled his face into the fabric that smelled of Pitch, listening as he said, "I've got you, Jack, I'm here… It's alright now…"
He sighed against him. "Thank you," he whispered, hugging around Pitch's stomach, "Thank you…"
He felt Pitch kiss his forehead. "I'll protect you," he whispered, "I promise…"
Jack lifted his head and pressed his lips into Pitch's. Almost immediately the man had his arms wrapped around Jack. He kissed him heatedly, forcing his tongue into his mouth and making the boy moan with helpless arousal. Jack moaned as Pitch's tongue assaulted his. It was so warm… So wet… He felt so loved…
Their lips slipped apart, and before Pitch could capture him again, Jack stopped him. "Wait," he whispered. Pitch blinked in surprise. Not to mention the news reporter.
"What?" he asked, looking a little hurt.
Pushing himself into more of a position where he supported his own weight, Jack said, "I… I think we need to wait a bit…" Pitch looked crushed. "No, no, please don't take it the wrong way… I really like you… I'm just… not ready to move forward…" He hoped Pitch would understand.
He felt lips touch his neck. Pitch kissed his skin sweetly. Jack bit his lip. "Are… are you okay with that…?" he asked, his voice shaking a little bit more than he wanted it to.
"I understand," Pitch whispered, kissing Jack's neck tenderly. Jack breathed a sigh of relief and let himself fall into Pitch's arms. He let himself be taken in by this man's desires. His neck was sucked, nipped, and kissed so passionately. Jack felt like Pitch was confessing a long lost love to him with his lips.
He sighed blissfully as Pitch nipped his neck again. He was a little rough, but Jack kind of liked it. The way Pitch's teeth almost broke through the skin, but shied away from it. It was like he wanted to ravage Jack right then and there but was holding back because people were looking. And Jack loved it.
He moaned openly when Pitch nibbled on his neck. Pitch's lips lifted from his neck after that and slid onto his own. He slid his hands up until his fingers were lost in Pitch's hair. They kissed like that for what felt like an eternity of bliss. Jack could have died happy there in Pitch's kiss. But his phone vibrating startled both of them out of their make-out session.
Jack jumped; Pitch gasped a little, but then smirked when he saw Jack pull out his phone. "Oh, it's my mom," Jack said. It was only a text, but it was getting late. She was probably worried.
She was asking him if he was okay. She had seen the news report. He was in it. Swallowing, Jack bit his hand as he wrote back. Pitch snaked an arm around his shoulder tenderly, smiling at the small boy. Jack let his mother know he was okay. He had just gotten scared when he saw the body.
Pitch nuzzled Jack's hair, bringing his attention back to him. Jack sighed and looked at him. Smiling, he gave him a peck on the lips. "I have to go home," he whispered. Pitch pouted unhappily. "I'll see you tomorrow, though, right..? Outside the day care center?"
Pitch smiled and nuzzled his nose into Jack's. "If that's where you want us to meet," he hissed sensually. Jack blushed and kissed him quickly one last time.
"Kay, well, then I'll see you later…" Pitch smiled from the bench, watching Jack leave. As he walked away Jack had a giddy feeling in his heart. Nick had been right! Pitch understood how he felt! Everything was alright!
Sighing happily, Jack went home. He greeted his mom with a loving hug. She was so happy he was okay, and he was too. Even little Mary hugged him. He told them repeatedly that he was okay. After a long while of hugging and sentiments, the small family had dinner. Jack just couldn't stop smiling. Technically speaking, he had a boyfriend. This was the best day he could remember in a long, long time. (Ironic, considering he had seen a dead person...)
When he went to bed, Jack was very content dreaming of Pitch all night long. No matter how many were erotic. He was in love.
This is the shorter chapter in the bunch, but a lot still did happen… For one, Jack got some more Pitch action! And I murdered another character! YAY! Oh, wait, that's a bad thing…
