Oh look, Chapter 6. Where did this come from?
Anyway, this chapter wasn't in my original story plan, but I think it (kind of?) makes more sense with it in. It's the conversationbetween Mother Gothel and Pitch.
My headcanon is that they started outalike Jack and Rapunzel, cause Gothel is so terrified of death and Pitch is sort of like the grim reaper (he looks like it) that she did believe in him and he was thrilled that someone could see him sothey were friends(?) But then they both grew more twisted and eventually Gothel became a tool for Pitch.
Blah blah, you can guess the rest.
This chapter is in third person, Gothel's perspective. (I suck at writing third person soooo..yeah)
FrozenLanterns: Gotta love dramatic irony. I'm glad you think it's interesting:) I was worried adding Pitch was going to make everyone mad that it's not going to be a fluff fic
blueacrylicpaint: I honestlydon't know. I have a lot planned, so it probably will be long:)
Guest: I love badass Jack. He won't be in this chapter though haha
Mother Gothel tentatively walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Glancing around, she knelt and picked up the fallen baking tray.
That's all it was, she reassured herself. It just toppled over or something.
But the moment she turned her back to warm up the milk for Rapunzel, there was another clatter.
Whirling around, she only caught a glimpse of the shadowy figure.
"Show yourself!" Gothel demanded in a tight whisper, grabbing the frying pan from the counter.
It's not much of a weapon, she thought. But it's something at least.
"You're looking well," a cold voice said.
In the time it took Gothel to blink, Pitch appeared. She jumped, but relaxed after a moment.
"You look as pasty skinned as ever," she replied.
Pitch rolled his eyes, which were on the verge of gold. Gothel took a deep breath so she wouldn't make another quip, she didn't need to make him mad.
Not considering the last time they had seen each other.
"Why are you here?" she asked, turning back around to pour the warmed milk into Rapunzel's favorite mug. "I don't remember telling you where I relocated."
"Well, I just returned from a very informative conversation," he sneered. "Would you like to guess who I spoke to?"
Gothel sighed, "I don't have time for this. You gave Rapunzel a nightmare and now she's too scared to be alone. I need to go back upstairs."
"Fine, I'll just tell you then," he didn't look one bit sorry for scaring the girl, "Jack Frost."
"Jack Frost?" she asked, confused. "Who's Jack Frost?
Pitch knew the name wouldn't ring a bell, so he added, "Also known as Jackson Overland."
Gothel froze, "Jackson? No...he's dead...I saw him fall into the lake!"
"Are you really that surprised? It's impossible to kill these kids. We need to figure out how to get rid of them."
She clenched her jaw, "We don't actually. Rapunzel's content up here, and Jack can go do whatever the hell he wants. It's not like they're a threat separately."
Pitch laughed, "I probably should mention, Jack's been visiting your precious Punzie for over a year now. They're quite close, it took me almost killing Jackie for him to tell me where she was."
No...that's not...that doesn't make sense!
"Why didn't I ever see Jack?" she asked. "He couldn't have been visiting that often..."
He rolled his eyes, "Cause you were so naive to believe you actually killed him."
"I'm not naive!" she snapped.
"Right, I forgot. You've only gone soft, not naive at all," he strode across the room, turning his back as if the conversation was over.
"What do you mean I've gone soft?" she asked, following him. "I have not!"
Pitch was staring at the painting of the blue eyed boy. Gothel had just assumed it was another imaginary friend Rapunzel had dreamed up and forgotten about. The girl was always coming up with strange characters like a red haired archer and a viking who rides dragons.
Gothel hadn't even noticed the resemblance between the painting and the peasant from three hundred years before.
"You let raising that little brat get to you," he replied. "I bet if I asked you to lock her in the cellar you wouldn't do it."
Gothel hesitated, would she? If it was the only way to keep Rapunzel up in the tower then yes.
When she didn't reply, Pitch laughed, "Like I said, you've gone soft."
"I would," she argued. "If you asked."
Pitch reached down and dipped his fingers in a bright red paint Rapunzel had left out, "And if I asked you to kill Frost?"
If what Pitch said was true, Rapunzel would be heartbroken if Gothel did as he was telling her. But who knows what he'd do if she didn't comply, "Of course."
He smeared the red across the painted boy's chest, "Good. He's on his way here right now."
Gothel nodded, fighting the lump in her throat. She barely managed to choke out, "How...how should I do it?"
Pitch pulled a sheathed knife from his cloak, "Use this."
The blade beneath the black casing was made of nightmare sand, guaranteed to kill even an immortal winter spirit.
"And if you fail again, I'll make sure Rapunzel never has a shred of happiness again," he threatened. "And you will be locked in a room with a mirror, and you can watch yourself die."
Her heart stopped briefly. Death was her greatest fear, and he knew it. He reveled in it, making these threats and paralyzingly her in absolute terror. But this time...this time he seemed to mean it.
"As you wish..." she nodded.
The moment Pitch left, leaving Mother Gothel alone in the dark room, a sudden wave of anger and fear hit her.
She knew that her efforts to hide Rapunzel have become more half hearted as the centuries past, and she knew that if someone had enough power they'd be able to open the veil...but she hadn't expected it to happen. No one was looking for Rapunzel, so how could anyone find the tower?
Tightening her grip on the knife's handle, she edged to the window, to a position where anyone who walked through the window wouldn't see her.
Besides, that boy should've died a long time ago. The fact he survived was a miracle in of itself.
I'm not going to fail again, she promised herself. I'm not.