Chapter X!
I still don't know what number it is.
I don't really care anymore.
Enjoy!
Tianna sighed as she sat down in her room. It was down on of the dark, winding corridors of the enormous cave that Pitch called home. Her bedroom, however, was missing a wall and opened up to a cliff face that stood above an ocean. She smiled as she sat down on the outcropping that protruded from the cliff, watching as the sun dipped beyond the flat line of the ocean. A few lamps lit up in her colorful room.
Who said that a dark spirit couldn't like color.
"Hey sis," Tyler said, entering Tianna's room.
"Tyler, could you please try to knock?" Tianna asked with a sigh.
"Maybe next time," he replied. He always said that, and always failed to follow-up with that particular promise. "How do you think that the machine is coming along?" he asked, taking a seat next to her.
"It's fine," Tianna said. They fell into a slightly awkward silence. The sky darkened, but no moon or stars shined. There was too much fear and darkness here for that.
"Seems like a chill is coming in," Tyler commented unhappily as a particularly cold breeze brushed past them.
"You still hate Jack Frost, don't you," Tianna murmured.
"I can't help it," Tyler growled. "It was his fault that you died."
"But if anyone should hold a grudge, then it's me, not you," Tianna said.
"And you're telling me that you would prefer being a spirit, the spirit of the darker part of Halloween, instead of being a happy, healthy human?" Tyler asked.
"Well, it is nice sometimes," Tianna mumbled.
"How? How?" Tyler asked with a bark of laughter. "Every human on the planet despises our very existence. That is why we exist, and it's a poor existence at that."
"Well..." Tianna trailed off helplessly.
"It's okay Tianna," Tyler said. "Things will get better."
"I'm not so sure," Tianna said, her dual colored eyes filled with worry. They fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, listening to the crashing of the waves far below where they were sitting.
"Well, I have a new task from Pitch," Tyler said, trying to restart the conversation again.
"That's interesting," Tianna murmured, only half listening.
"Don't you want to know what it's about?" Tyler asked.
"Yeah," Tianna said, now giving her full attention to her brother.
Tyler paused, trying to figure out how to best explain his task to her. Eventually, he decided to just be blunt with her.
"I have to go find the Grim Reaper," he said. Tianna looked at him with surprise.
"But everyone hates the Grim Reaper! Why do we need him?" she asked, remembering only the red, coal-like eyes of the Reaper.
"Well, he is tied to Difunto, both of them having to do with death, so Pitch probably wants to see if we can convince him to help us take down the Guardians," Tyler reasoned.
"I guess that makes sense," Tianna said. "But why do you have to do it?"
"Because, my ghosts can help me find him," Tyler said. "They may be dead, but their memory is long." The siblings fell silent again.
"Remember when we were ghosts?" Tianna asked dreamily. Tyler merely nodded.
On the night of Halloween, in 1955, Tianna had been trying to get her crazy black cat off of the roof. As she was just about to catch the fluffy thing, she slipped on some ice that had collected on the roof. She slipped and fell to her death. Tyler died exactly a year later while breaking up a fight in school. As he lay there, bleeding to death, a silky voice had asked him if he wanted to see his sister again. Tyler said yes, of course, and that he would do anything to see her again. Sure enough, he ended up sitting here, next to his sister, as forever young beings.
And it pretty much sucked.
"But now we are spirits," Tianna said dreamily.
"Yeah, of the holiday that we died. And we're the hated part," Tyler reminded her.
"Whatever," she said. Tyler got up and left so he could think about which ghost he wanted to summon. There were 5 very different ghosts, so he would have to chose carefully.
...
In a different section of the cavern was Pere and Difunto, practicing their sparring skills. Difunto nearly decapitated Pere with a powerful swing from his bone sword. His partner dodged out of the way easily, bringing his black whip down towards Difunto. He dodged with the speed and flexibility of a snake.
"Not bad!" Pere called out as they both landed on the stone ground. Instead of charging at Pere like he did before, Difunto waited in a crouch. Pere, noticing the change in battle style, paused before attacking. He ran towards Difunto brandishing the whip in front of himself. He continued to get closer and closer with no reaction from Difunto. Thirty yards. Then twenty. Now, only fifteen. Still no response.
Oh well,Pere thought as he closed the distance even further, now only five yards from Difunto.
And then, Difunto transformed into his 12 foot long-winged serpent form and shot forward, wrapping himself around Pere's legs and arms, successfully capturing him.
"Oof!" Pere exclaimed as he lost his balance and fell over. Difunto's snake head was only inches from Pere's. His tongue flicked out, tickling Pere's noise, and making him sneeze.
"Really? You had to sneeze on me?" Difunto asked, turning back into his human form.
"Not my fault," Pere said. "Sorry."
"It's fine. Don't worry," Difunto said.
"Thanks," Pere said, kissing his boyfriend.
"What's the plan now? Do you know?" Difunto asked as Pere helped him to his feet.
"Well, Pitch want's to find the Grim Reaper for reasons that I don't even understand," Pere said, putting extra emphasis on the name.
"Why him?" Difunto asked.
"No idea. It's an unnecessary risk if you ask me," Pere said as they headed back to their room.
"You're probably right," Difunto said as he pushed the door open.
"I know, I know," Pere said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. "I'm always right, after all."
Difunto sighed contentedly, but something was still bothering him.
Why would we need the Grim Reaper?
...
Back in the main cavern of the Dark Cave, Pitch and Nobel Beast were finishing a very serious conversation with Erik. Or, Pitch was having a single sided screaming match with him while Nobel Beast stood back and watched.
"Erik, you can't keep goofing off like this!" Pitch screamed, terrifying the boy.
"I'm sorry," Erik muttered.
"Alright! That's all I wanted to hear! Now, both of you, get out of my sight!"Pitch ordered in a slightly hoarse voice.
"Of course, sir," Nobel Beast said, dragging Erik from the room.
"I'm sorry," Erik repeated again, in a daze.
"I told you that there'd be consequences is you screwed around on missions," Nobel Beast said, dragging Erik through the shadowy corridors.
"I won't do it again," Erik promised.
Nobel Beast merely sighed. "Yes, you will do it again, no matter how many times you promise. It is in your nature to do stuff like that."
"I know, I know," Erik mumbled.
"Do you know that what you did is wrong?" Nobel Beast asked, looking Erik dead in the eye.
"Yes," Erik said dejectedly.
"Good. Do you want to go watch a video about crying children?" Nobel Beast asked, knowing that it would cheer Erik up.
"OH! CAN WE! Yes please!" Erik said, darting into his room to get a box set.
"Let's just stick with the first one," Nobel Beast suggested.
"Okay! That one's my favorite anyway!" Erik said, putting the other tapes back into his room.
Nobel Beast sighed as he watched Erik, who was practically his little brother, laugh manically at the crying children.
Well, they weren't considered evil for nothing.
Chapter done!
Point out my mistakes!
NOTE! I need a Grim Reaper! But there are rules:
No one can submit him if they have already submitted another OC.
The creator must have a legitimate account.
Must be a male OC, preferably with red eyes.
No exceptions, except for eye color.
Maybe.
Thanks,
~CatKkit.