Chapter 10
Cold and Darkness
Jacks pov
Jack flew as fast as he could, attempting to blow off some steam. He couldn't seem to get cold enough, his face pulsed with heat.
Rapunzel crying, made him just so, angry. He clenched his fists and pressed on. He didn't know where he was going, only that he had to go.
He had left them before he lost it, he didn't want Rapunzel to see the dark side of him. He didn't want to hurt Hiccup, and yet, the darker side of Jack cried for blood when Rapunzel cried.
Jack knew he had one, a dark side. He always felt it, deep inside of him, churning in its own dark place in his mind.
He landed in the snow, he didn't know where he was, only that it was cold. There was nothing around him, only ice and snow extending endlessly. He slammed his staff on the ground, causing the ice to moan and crack.
He stood there, his breath ragged, leaning on his staff as the ancient and powerful ice awoke. It moved slowly underneath him, deep cracks appearing on the surface threatening to pull him into its cold abyss.
Jacks eyes glazed over as he watched the ice. It might kill him he thought. If it did, would anyone care?
"Jack Frost..." An icy voice echoed around him. He looked up, delirious. The wind blew black sand, and it spiraled up into the sky, leaving behind the source of the voice.
"Who was it mum?" Iseabel asked, her green eyes wide. Merida looked at her hands, trying to figure out how to put it. "A man stood in front of Jack, a man who made the bravest men cry for their mothers. If you looked into his bronze eyes, your deepest fears were reveled." She looked at her daughter, wondering if she should continue. Iseabel may have been young, but she was brave. She had Viking blood after all. "This man," she paused. "was the incarnation of darkness and fear. He had many names, including the boogie man. But those who were unfortunate enough to meet him personally, called him Pitch Black." She wrapped her arms around her daughter and continued with the story.
Jack, still recovering from his tantrum, backed away nervously. "W-who are you?" A shadow fell onto Jack and the man disappeared, leaving only his voice.
"Tsk tsk. I always assumed you were smarter than that Jack.." His voice resonated around Jack, and he felt the beginnings of fear in his chest.
"Your right you know, no one would care, if you died that is." Jack swung his staff behind him wildly, and felt a hand touch his shoulder. He swung around again, and stopped his staff inches away from the grey skinned man's face.
The man chuckled, and Jacks eyes widened. "Pitch." His voice was caught in his throat, and he forced the name out. "Well done Jack." The man said in mockery. "But I'm not here to play the name game, I'm here to ask you a question."
Jack swallowed. What information did he have that the boogie man wanted? Jack gripped his staff tighter, and tried to make his voice as steady as possible. "What is it?"
The boogie man appeared in front of Jack, closer than comfortable. "How much, do you value your friends lives?" Jack felt shadows consume him and he fell, fear planting itself at his core.
What did pitch want with him? He wasn't going to hurt them was he?what did Pitch want with his friends?
Questions flew through Jacks mind uncontrollably as dark laughter echoed around him. Jack couldn't tell where he was, if he was still falling, or where Pitch was. He hit the ground, disoriented.
Maybe Pitch was right, maybe everyone was right. Maybe he shouldn't help people. Maybe he wasn't born to bring joy to children or to have friends. Maybe he didn't deserve them, or anyone.
He saw Rapunzel's face in his mind, heard her laughter. He furrowed his brows. "No." He held to the word, it gave him strength. Pitch's voice echoed around him. "Fighting won't make it better Jack, your lost in your own fears.
I could get you out, but, you know how it is." Jack clenched his teeth, shaking in his fear. "NO." He rose up, blue frost glowing around him, allowing him to see. He slammed his staff down, and the illusion shattered.
Jack stood in front of Pitch, back on the frozen tundra. Pitch looked shocked that Jack had that shattered his illusion. Jack's blue eyes glew and cold radiated off his body. "You. won't. hurt. them." He spat the words out, and ground his teeth.
Pitch Blacks pov
Pitch could see that there was only a thin layer of self control keeping Jack from tearing out his throat. Pitch looked deeper.
What did Jack Frost fear? What stopped him from releasing the darkness? Jacks mind was a place not even Pitch Black wanted to stay. It was filled with pain and confusion.
His personality was easy to understand, but his deeper thoughts, his minds inner workings were too twisted. He wasn't evil, Pitch could see that well enough, but he was confused.
Tormented by possibilities, by questions, by years of loneliness and guilt. Jack was the type of person to bury things deep within, not knowing that they continued to grow.
Pitch saw that if things had continued with Jack being alone, that he would of eventually gone insane. 'Interesting.' He mused silently.
He came out of the boy's mind to see him still glaring at Pitch, murder still in his eyes. But he seemed distant, as though something was nagging at him. Pitch grinned.
Oh he had a lot in store for Jack, and his little friends. 'All in do time.' he reminded himself. He grinned at Jack nastily, and disappeared in a wave of darkness.
All in due time.
i wasn't expecting to be done with this chapter so soon but I am. I felt that the story's plot was going kind of slow so I introduced pith black sooner than I planned. Pitch won't be crack until after A few chapters. The big four will be going to Cornea soon so yay! Thank you for reading and if your confused about anything ask. I will do my best to explain it.
