The story now leads into the twenty-first chapter to be added into it so far.
The same warnings from the last chapter still apply to this one.
And with all of that said and done, the story can now pick back up.
For the first time in centuries, the Nightmare King allowed his malicious Night Mares to run free and spread fear to their heart's delight. Of course, they were to share the fear between North and Jack Frost, and the horses went crazy with joy when they learned when they were their victims.
Pitch Black was deeply going to enjoy each and every scream of terror that tore out from their throats. After all, he had waited for a moment like this for a very, very long time.
None of the other Guardians were going to show up and ruin this for him. No carefree children would be around to change his Night Mares back into sweet, little dreams. Everything was going well and he wanted to live in the moment while he could.
Soon enough, both Guardians would be murdered and that would be the end of his fun and the end of his plan. Right after that he would use the power he had collected from North and Jack and then use that power to stop Soul from turning into a total Fearling.
Still, that didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy this time anyway.
At the time being, it was only thirty minutes away from Christmas Day and so far everything was ruined. The reindeer and the sleigh full of toys were located somewhere in the South Pole. Several Yetis were beheaded and possibly an elf or two. Then North was trapped in a cage of nightmare sand with Night Mares and Hell Hounds beating, biting, whipping and practically killing him. Although, the killing of the said Guardian was left for the Nightmare King to do and the Nightmare King only.
Yep, nothing was ready for the children to experience the wondrous joy of Christmas this year.
Pitch Black chuckled darkly as a Hell Hound bit into North's shoulder and blood was smeared all over his neck. "Soul, what is your take on this"? He asked her as the hound had its head torn off by the Guardian.
Silence.
"Soul"?
He looked around only to find that his little, half Fearling wasn't in the room. Of course, he the sensed that she was in the room next to this one.
Looking back to his Night Mares and Hell Hound, Pitch nodded lightly as he knew they would continue taking the Guardians' life-force out of them. Knowing that, he walked into the next room and saw Soul sitting in the middle of the toy-filled area with an IPod in her hands.
"When the days are cold, and the cards all fold". Soul deeply sighed as she sang along with the lyrics. "And the saints we see are all made of gold. When your dreams all fail, and the ones we hail are the worst of all, and the blood's run stale. I want to hide the truth, I want to shelter you, but with the beast inside there's nowhere we can hide. No matter what we breed, we still are made of greed. This is my kingdom come, this is my kingdom come".
Pitch leaned against the doorframe as his favorite Night Mare, Onyx, came trotting up to him and was reeling its head back to the other room. Instantly, he held a finger up to his lips and then looked back to Soul.
"When you feel my heat, look into my eyes. It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide. Don't get too close, it's dark inside. It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide. When the curtain's call, is the last of all. When the lights fade out, all the sinners crawl. So they dug your grave, and the masquerade will come calling out at the mess you made".
She sighed once more before continuing. "Don't want to let you down, but I am hell bound, though this is all for you. Don't want to hide the truth. No matter what we breed, we still are made of greed. This is my kingdom come, this is my kingdom come. When you feel my heat, look into my eyes. It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide. Don't get too close, it's dark inside. It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide-"
The Nightmare King approached her and laid a hand upon her shoulder. She took her earphones out and stopped the song before glancing up at him. "Ah, um, sorry but I just needed to clear my head real quick".
"Sir, she is lying".Onyx spoke to the Nightmare King. "I am hearing a fellow Fearling screaming its lungs out from inside of her head. It also wishes to join in with the beating of North and Jack Frost".
Pitch nodded in agreement with the black horse but he still needed to hear Soul say this for herself.
"I'm not mad that you came out here, really I enjoyed listening to your cute, little voice, but I only have one question. Were you drowning your head with music only to drown out the Fearling that is ranting within your mind"?
Soul tensed up and her hands tightly gripped around the IPod. "It… it tells me to slaughter them in ways… in ways that you have never taught me. Horrible fashions that… that truly frighten me". She looked up to Pitch with teary eyes. "I'm tired of having this… this shadow telling me what to do when I know what I must do".
"It will never bother you again after tonight, dearest Soul". He looked down upon her with small, comforting smile. "That much I can assure you will happen".
She then tore her gaze away from him and muttered, "You still won't tell me exactly how this plan of yours will end. I... I just don't know what will happen and I don't want anything that mustn't happen to occur. Being afraid of the unknown… That much I can be assured of".
When it seemed like Pitch was going to say something back to that remark, Onyx deeply neighed and reeled its head towards the globe room.
"Did you forget something, Nightmare King? Perhaps something related to the fact that we are about to defeat Jack Frost and North at the same time"?
Pitch sighed before asking, "Soul, will you come join us in our hour of triumph? After all, one of the major reasons that this moment is happening is because of you, so it seems only natural that you join in".
"…Alright," She sighed. "However, after that you will tell me what the ending of the plan is so that I won't have to worry".
"I will do better than that," Pitch told her. "I will be able to show you right after one of those Guardians is eliminated and left to rot within the very bottomless pits of hell".
The little girl blinked, "Well that fact doesn't freak the crap out of me… but sure". She jumped up from where she sat and grasped Pitch's grey hand. "Let's just get this over with already, Mr. Boogeyman".
"You're still scared"? He asked her as they walked into the globe room.
"Yeah," Soul nodded and then glared Jack Frost and North who had given up on all they hope they had of getting out of this situation. "However, once they die so will my worries".
Slowly nightmare sand wrapped around both Guardian's arms and legs before it forced their heads to look up at the dark figures standing before them.
The once happy and wondrous protectors were now beaten to the point that each and every corner of their bodies was a deep, concerning purple. Hell, if their bones weren't broken before or during the Night Mare and Hell Hound attack, the bones were certainly reduced to mere splinters now.
"Here you go, Soul". Pitch said to her as he laid a tiny dagger into her hands.
Jack's eyes widened and he began to struggle to free himself from his bindings.
The Nightmare King only smirked as he saw such fear escape the teenage immortal. "Looks like Frost remembers what this weapon was used for". With the wave of his hand the cage door opened up. "Go on Soul, show me how well you can slit open a winter Guardian's throat".
"N- No…"! Jack cried out for some kind of mercy. "S- S… Stop… S- Soul… P… Please"!
She looked up towards the Nightmare King and then at the dagger in her little hands. "Sorry Jack… but if killing you is what my father wishes…" Her eyes became that of a golden ember and the weapon quickly approached Frost's chest. "Then it is time for you to die, Guardian"!
Multiple emotions raced throughout everyone at that moment.
Pitch felt a sense of pride and joy due to the fact that Soul acknowledged him as her father and she was about to kill a major thorn in his side.
North experience what being useless was since he couldn't do anything but watch as Jack died before his very eyes.
Jack underwent a sense of death, himself, coming for him, and right after that a sudden surge of power come to him. As he felt that, Soul suddenly went from feeling all powerful to instantly to feeling very, very cold.
The Nightmare King's jaw dropped as he went to shout her name for her to hear, but one second passed and it was too late for Soul to hear anyone or anything.
Soul collapsed on the ground and carefully glanced down to see something that insured that she wouldn't be able to ever see anything else ever again. Her head fell to the wooden floor as the last thing she knew was a cold puddle of crimson engulfing her entire body.
No source of light was around by that point.
In which, it was ultimately dark…
Soul was scared…
There was no one around to hear her cries and there was no light to bring comfort to her.
No…
Everything didn't go pitch black, but instead everything went cold like Jack Frost.
So… yeah that is how this chapter has been ended.
So please don't try to hunt me down just yet as for the fact another chapter must be posted up so that this one has something to flow into. This is NOT the ending, people.
By the way the song that Soul was singing was Demons by Imagine Dragons if anyone would like to know.
With that said and done, I must now start writing the next piece of the story. Till next time!