Chapter 7

"HELP!"

The strangled cry was unheard by everybody except for a certain golden Guardian. He had just finished up the small town and was about to leave when he heard a cry. Quickly following where the scream came from, he almost fell from his cloud of dream sand from what he saw next. Tendrils of black sand sank into the ground.

Before he went to investigate any further, he came up to one of the houses he knew that would-

Suddenly, a small fairy flew into view. And he got lucky that the small fairy actually noticed him without any trouble. He quickly made several images above his head that indicated that he wanted the fairy to get the other Guardians to come here. And to be prepared for Pitch.

With a quick nod, the fairy flew off to warn the others. Sandy gently landed on the floor and started to investigate the area, waiting for the others to arrive.

Allie was dragged a few more feet underground before she hit the floor. With a groan, she sat up and looked at her surroundings. Cages hung from the ceiling, staircases that went in different directions, and shadows that make your skin crawl.

"Where the hell am I?" was all she could say as she stood up. She walked to the edge of the platform she was on, and looked over. Nothing but darkness. "Woah."

"It's not very often I get company."

Allie quickly turned around, to see a tall man in a black cloak. She felt like she recognized him from somewhere.

"You were the voice I heard." said Allie as she took a few steps closer to the man, "Who are you?"

"My name is Pitch Black, but you may know me as the Boogeyman." he said with a sharp tooth smile. Now she really felt like she recognized him.

"Wait, Pitch? The others said your name earlier." Allie thought out loud. Pitch raised an eyebrow.

"Others? As in the Guardians?" asked Pitch. Allie nodded her head. "Huh, figures. They probably told you all about me then." he said bitterly.

"Not really. I didn't ask either so… you said you were the Boogeyman, right?" asked Allie.

"Yes, why?" he asked confused. Allie had a huge grin on her face.

"I remember you from when I was younger! I would ask for you to scare kids that were jerks to my friends! I even wrote a little song!" Allie squealed as she hopped up and down. Pitch could only stare at her in shock from her sudden outburst.

"Wait, you were that young girl?" asked Pitch as realization struck him. Allie nodded her. "Well this is strange."

"Your telling me." Allie said as she looked around. "It's so quiet down here."

"Yes well, that's how it's always been down here." he sighed. A bit confused, she was about to ask why when he spoke again. "I know how you feel. No one can see you or hear you. All alone. No one."

"Yeah, but don't you talk to any other spirits?" asked Allie.

"What spirits would want to talk to me?!" yelled Pitch causing Allie to stumble back in shock. "I am the Boogeyman! Everyone wants nothing to do with me! Why I even bother to communicate with anybody is beyond me! Haha! You know I was just gonna leave you alone, but I thought 'Hey! She feels the same as me, why not talk to her?' But no! You have other spirits to talk to as well! Great thinking Pitch! You just had to think someone would feel the same as you but no one does!"

"Hey calm down!" Allie tried to place a hand on his shoulder but he smacked it away.

"I will not calm down! I have had enough of just living with no meaning to live!" he yelled as a fearling dropped something into his outstretched hand.

"What is that?" asked Allie fearful that she knew the name of the item.

"Something I found the other day that I thought would come in handy with an occasion like this!" he explained as the weapon glistened in the dim light. "I believe it is called a GUN."