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He followed Pitch, silently. They soon arrived at an apartment building. They went in and walked passed the stairs. His home was on the bottom floor. Pitch pulled out the keys and they stepped inside. It was quiet dark, even when Pitch turned the lights on. The curtains were black like the walls and the carpet, making Jack feel a little scared. The sofas were grey. Around the room were little scary sculptures. After closer inspection, Jack realised they were horses. Jack sat down slowly, while Pitch went into the kitchen. He came back with a plate of biscuits and cakes, placing them on the glass coffee table that sat in the middle of the room.
"They're not poisoned." He stated silkily when he noticed Jack look at them suspiciously. Jack took one hesitantly and nibbled at it, not really hungry.
"So, what's the project?" He asked Pitch. "I kinda missed the explanation." He added with a sheepish grin.
Pitch couldn't help the groan that escaped him. "First, you miss our meeting, then, you miss the homework explanation?!" When Jack nodded mutely, he sighed. "The project is to make a short presentation on something we've studied in the past term."
There was just silence in response. It was obvious Jack still didn't trust him fully. Pitch tried to find away to break the awkward silence, his eyes scanning the room for ideas. His gaze fell on one of his horse sculptures.
"Come with me. I have something to show you." They left the apartment and headed down the street. They soon came to a large field. Pitch lead Jack through it, and they came to a stop outside a horse stable. Inside it were two beautiful mares that couldn't be more opposite. One was as black as night, with a glistening main and coat, making it look like it had a sliver sparkle to it. It glared at Jack unfriendly with its light brown eyes, but was calm when Pitch walked up and patted its muzzle.
The other was white, like the colour of Jack's hair. The mare's coat shone like the moon and its mane reminded Jack of freshly fallen snow. Its eyes seemed black, however, Jack looked closer and saw they were actually a dark blue.
When Pitch tried to pat it, it made to snap at his fingers. The older boy just managed to get his hand away from its teeth. Pitch rolled his eyes like he was used to the behaviour. The dark haired boy gestured to the first horse.
"This is Obsidian. My horse." Then he gave a bored look at the other horse. "This is her sister, who remains unnamed."
"Why?" Jack asked, sounding like a little child.
"Because she refuses to even let me near her, let alone ride her. It's a challenge to just feed her."
"C..can I try?" Offered Jack, hesitantly.
Pitch shrugged. "If you really want to, but I'll warn you, she doesn't let anyone near her."
Jack bit his lip and nodded. He stretched out his hand and slowly began to approach the mare. When the horse began to whinny in distress, he found himself gently shushing it.
"Shhh. It's okay. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. I promise. You're gonna be...you're gonna be fine."
"Would I trick you?"
"Yes, you always play tricks!"
"Alright! We-Well not this time. I promise. I promise. You're gonna be...you're gonna be fine."
Jack winced as the scene flashed through his head. He ignored it, in favour of calming the mare in front of him. He continued to whisper gently to it, his hand hovering in front of the muzzle. He didn't dare touch the horse, yet.
His hand was now no more then a few centimetres away from the mare's muzzle, and said mare was no longer bucking around worried. With a sigh, he closed the distance between them with his eyes closed. He almost jumped away when he felt the mare nuzzling his hand. He opened his eyes to make sure he wasn't imagining things, and indeed he wasn't. Jack brought his other hand up, happy to note the horse wasn't skittish anymore. His hands cupped around her muzzle, rubbing it gently.
"There we go." He said to the mare quietly. "I told you, I wouldn't hurt you, didn't I?"
The horse gave a small neigh in answer to his question. Pitch was mildly surprised. Then again, he could understand why the mare had taken a liking to him. They were both albinos for one. They were both also free spirits, that didn't want to be restrained, and they were hesitant to get close to anyone.
"Do you want to ride her?" Asked Pitch, letting out Obsidian and saddling her up.
Jack was busy petting his new friend. "I..I would, but I've never ridden before."
"I'll show you, if you want."
Jack looked up at Pitch excitedly. "Yes, please!"
Pitch tried to show him how to saddle up the mare, but she didn't like the idea at all.
"She won't let me saddle her." Moaned Jack, trying once again to put the saddle on her. And failing.
"You need to force it on her, show her who's boss." Pitch told him, watching Jack continue in the same manner as before.
Jack stopped to give the older a slightly flat look. "If I do that, I'll lose her trust. Besides, I don't think she'll let me do it regardless."
"You could try riding her bareback," suggested Pitch. "but it can be dangerous if you've never ridden before. Even I've never ridden bareback."
Jack shrugged, dropping the saddle. "Life's too short to not take risks." Gently putting his hands on the shining white coat, he mounted the mare. Successfully. He noticed his hands shaking slightly as he lightly gripped the mare's white mane. He used one hand to pat her, coaxing her into trotting slowly. Using her mane as reigns, he successfully steered out of the stables, an impressed Pitch following him out on his own steed.
Jack was feeling a bit more confident, and pressed his legs against the mare's sides, making her move faster.
Soon, he was galloping around the field, easily steering his ride around obstacles. The wind ruffled his hair and he felt like he was flying. He barely noticed Pitch galloping beside him, too caught up in the thrill of the moment.
An hour or so later, they slowed their mares into a little trot, so they could rest.
"I have to say, Frost. You're a natural bareback rider. I think you would've struggled with a saddle and reign."
"It's like, when I got on her, I already knew what to do."
"If you want, you can have her."
Jack looked to the older boy in shock.
"You can keep her here if you have nowhere else to keep her, but she'll be yours."
"Really?!"
"Of course." Pitch told him, a sincere tone in his voice. "She doesn't even let me near her in the first place."
Jack bent down on the mare and hugged her neck. "Thanks."
They trotted across the field in companionable silence. After a while, Pitch told Jack that they should head back. Jack smiled cheekily, before bursting into a gallop, yelling, "Race you!"
Pitch gave a competitive smirk. "You're on!" He snapped the reigns and Obsidian raced after her sister.
They arrived outside the stables, laughing. They hadn't been paying attention to who won, but they had enjoyed themselves nonetheless.
Jack was reluctant to come down, but told himself he could easily see the mare tomorrow.
They were feeding their horses apples, as a treat, when Pitch asked, "So what are you going to name her?"
Jack had actually been pondering that himself, ever since Pitch handed the ownership over to him. He thought about how he felt like he was flying on the wind when he rode her.
"Wind." He said quietly. Pitch raised an eyebrow at him. "Her name is Wind."
"Obsidian and Wind. They couldn't be more different." Stated Pitch, leading Obsidian into her stable.
"Just like their owners." Jack said without realising.
They stood there, patting the mares, Jack whispering gently to Wind. However, they soon realised they had to leave and so did so, Jack, more reluctantly.
The albino followed Pitch back to the apartment, and gathered his stuff. "Leaving so soon?" Pitch inquired.
Jack huffed. "I've been given a curfew of 7:30."
"You aren't going to listen, are you?" Was the indecorous reply.
"If I had a choice, I would still be on the streets, but they threatened to tell Mr. InMoon to sell my home if I'm not back in time."
"Then I shall you see you tomorrow."
Jack nodded and left.
Pitch shook his head. "You're getting soft, Pitch." He groaned at himself. "Remember the reason you are doing this."
Jack walked through the woods. He found the tree he had been swinging on that morning. It felt like lifetimes away, to him. He continued his journey, slowly as possible.
Jack arrived at 7:24, much to his relief and simultaneous, disappointment. Aster opened the door and told him dinner was ready. Jack gave a small grunted response, before running into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He slid to the floor, his back against the door. His thoughts drifted back to the short scene that had flashed through his head earlier. Flee has been in it.
His baby sister.
The newly orphaned boy, held the locket up to his shining blue eyes, for inspection. His finger felt the metal and with a small sniffle, he opened it. There she was. She looked so happy in the picture compared to in his vision. He tried to imagine what had happened on her side of the story, the day she died. He sat there, thinking back to all the fun he used to have with her. He was pulled out of his thoughts when there was a knock on the door.
"Frost! What's taken ya so long!? Dinners gettin' cold!"
"Not hungry!" He yelled in response.
There was grumbling before sounds of footsteps going back down the stairs.
Jack sighed. He would come out.
Just not yet.
