I'm stretching but you're just out of reach
You should know
I'm ready when you're ready for me
The duo looked to see a young boy, mouth gaping. Jack laughed, knowing that the boy couldn't see him.
"R-Rita… H-how did you… How did you open the door without your hands?..."
"Umm, I was… practicing my mental telekinesis, bye!" She bolted up the stairs, followed by a slower, limping Jack. A loud "WHAT!?" could be heard. The duo giggled.
Rita helped Jack onto her bed. He sat on the edge and inspected his foot.
"Okay, I've never taken care of a twisted ankle before, so I'm just gonna wrap it up and hope that works," She took more medical supplies out of a box and wrapped his ankle.
"Hey, Rita, you should turn a light on. Pitch could come in any second,"
"O-okay…" She got up and turned the light on. "H-hey, Jack… How did Pitch do that? You know, like 'become' the shadows? That sounds so much stupider when I say it out loud…"
Jack laughed nervously. "Well, he actually did 'become' the shadows… He's the Boogieman."
Her mouth gaped. Jack laughed. "If you keep your mouth open like that, you'll eat a bug,"
At this comment, her mouth shut.
"P-Pitch is... T-the B-Boogieman?..." She said unsteadily.
"Yes, I am."
They turned to see Pitch in the window. Rita stifled a scream. A voice could be heard from downstairs. "Rita, what's wrong?" They could hear someone coming up the steps.
"So… 'Rita', does your family believe in me and Jack?" She shook her head.
"You don't have to answer, Rita," Jack said, glaring daggers at Pitch.
"Oh… Yes she does,"
Suddenly, Pitch flicked the light off and became one with the shadows, which moved and reached for Rita. She shrieked and backed up, turning her lamp on.
The shadows recoiled from the light and went after Jack, grasping him and squeezing.
"Now Rita, you wouldn't want Jack to get hurt… Would you?"
The shadows squeezed tighter, cutting off Jack's breath. He struggled in vain against the shadows.
"Now tell me Rita; where is Jack's staff?"
Jack managed to get enough breath to say, "Rita, don't tell him!" Before the shadows squeezed again.
"I-I… Jack…" She buried her head in her pillow, listening to Jack.
Out of nowhere, the door flew open, filling the room with light. The shadows pulled away from the light, dragging Jack. Rita's little brother peeked in and said, "Rita, why do you look so scared?"
She looked like she wanted to kill him. "Can't you see—!... I mean… I was just… Daydreaming?"
"Right…" He backed off and for once Rita asked him to leave the door open.
"Let him go, Pitch," Rita said, her voice less shaky this time.
"Show me the staff, and I will,"
The shadows squeezed Jack tighter and tighter until he stopped fighting and fell limp.
"Jack, no!" Rita lunged forward and beat at the shadows with her fists, not caring that it probably did no harm.
The shadows soon dropped Jack and he fell to the ground, hitting his head on a stray Lego block.
Rita jumped down to him, picking up his head and brushing his hair out of his face. "J-Jack… Jack, please wake up…" Her voice cracked and tears fell from her eyes onto Jack's unmoving form.
"Oh, how cute,"
"Shut up," She whispered to the shadows around her. She set Jack on the floor gently, getting up and turning the light on, causing Pitch to have to take his normal form again. She placed Jack's limp form on her bed, and while wiping tears away, dug through the pile of stuff by her bed.
"Ah, ha!" She pulled something out and hid it behind her back, walking up to Pitch.
He smirked. "Is that where you hid the staff? Is that what you're holding?" She shook her head. "Oh. Then what would that be?" He tried to look around her, but she kept it hidden from view.
"Oh, it's just a… Present…" She smirked. Suddenly, she pulled it out and smashed Pitch in the face with…
AN: So, last chapter until I get any more ideas! After this, the writing will suck 50% less, the chapters will be longer and it will hardly ever be updated.
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Wow... Rereading this... Worst attempt at angst ever...
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