PLEASE READ! See? Told you wouldn't have to wait as long. Now, question. How would you guys feel about me making a sequel to this story? It would take place when Chris was older, introduce new friends, enemies and tie up any loose ends this story may have had. I have lots of ideas but it also depends on your willingness to read it. I feel I'm a lot better at writing than I used to be and I can only improve, plus I've had so much fun in Chris' world it feels like a shame to just leave it. ^^ Send me a pm or review if you wish. Just let me know your thoughts. Thank you and enjoy!~
"Should I intervene or….?"
I sat quietly, watching Jack fly around the Warren as he nearly choked on his bouts of laughter. Behind him was a paint ridden and fairly multi-coloured Bunny. To the unsuspecting bystander Jack would most likely say that Bunny 'fell' into the paint river. However, as I was keenly watching both of them I knew that when Jack had tricked Bunny into some seemingly innocent idle chit chat he had lowered the pooka's guard enough to be able to push him into the stream of purple and pink.
Rubbing my face tiredly I laid down on the grass, watching the chase from half lidded eyes. A small giggle escaped me when Bunny shook his fur, splatters of paint being thrown towards Jack who was still laughing hysterically. I finally rested my eyes completely, deciding to just listen to the both of them.
A cold breeze ruffled my hair a few moments later. My eyes remained shut but I couldn't hide the playful smile that appeared when cool digits ran up my back, causing me to squeak and squirm. I rolled onto my back, peeking one eye open to get a good look at my tickle attacker. Oh, how I regretted it when Jack discovered that I was ticklish pretty much everywhere. Being pinned to the bed and dealing with an onslaught of feathery fingers was not my idea of a fun evening. He got the idea though when I trapped him under the duvet and blasted hot air through an opening until he eventually overpowered me. I felt bad for him after that and spent an hour holding a pack of ice against his forehead.
"I'm sure Bunny wouldn't mind giving you a cushion instead of you sleeping like that."
"To tell you the truth, I think he's concentrating more on getting the paint out of his fur than whether or not I'm comfy."
Jack chuckled, looking over his shoulder as if expecting the pooka to tackle him at any given moment.
"It's not safe here anymore."
"You're fault."
He feigned glaring at me, watching me curiously as I lifted a hand to wipe away the few speckles of paint that had splashed onto his face. With his attention now focused onto my hands I could clearly see that he wanted to ask about the bandages wrapped neatly around them.
"Danny said I should wear these for now to protect my hands from getting hurt if I get into a fight."
"Hmph, I would prefer you not to get into one if I'm perfectly honest."
I flipped onto my back again, stretching my arms and legs out. "If I can't do my supposed job then I'm not much good as an Immortal Child."
Jack smirked and waved his staff towards some flowers in front of him, freezing them instantly. "You're still a kid in my head so if I let you get into any fights then I'm not doing my job."
My nose wrinkled and I pulled a disgusted face. "Whoa, a three hundred year old is going out with a mere child. What has this world come to?"
"Hey!" He swatted my head, some frost matting my hair together annoyingly. "You're not making me feel better about this. I'm some weird sexual predator." His voice rose into a small laugh at the end and he began working at de-threading my hair.
"Who's a sexual predator? Is something wrong with the little ankle-biters?"
We turned to the owner of this voice, nearly choking on our snorts and sniggers. Poor Bunny was almost hot pink, a very undesirable colour for a self-proclaimed warrior I would imagine. I hid my face in Jack's sleeve, he himself preferring to laugh into the open.
"Oh Bunny, doesn't your paint wash out?" I asked, giving him a sympathetic look.
"Not easily. If it rains on Easter then I don't want the paint washing off the eggs." His voice was calm but I flinched at this, knowing full well what he was going to do.
I sat up, releasing Jack's sleeve, unable even to turn around in time before Bunny had tackled Jack, lifting him by the collar. Although still laughing, Jack had tensed slightly, having dropped his staff during the process.
Watching them with wide eyes I felt something in my chest jerk. It was a sudden feeling, forcing me zone in on the movements of the pooka. He shook Jack slightly, clearly at the end of his tether.
"Calm down, it was a joke." Jack argued. "I'm sorry alright." There was still a slight smile on his face; I eyed his staff on the ground.
A shock went through me, anger coursing through my veins, frightening me.
"If you're gonna mess with me every time you visit then I'll ban you from coming again y'hear?"
"Bunny, calm down….."
"No, I have enough work to take care of without your interruptions!"
I was twitching with each word, my brows furrowed deeply. Standing slowly, I glared at Bunny with an intent that was so frighteningly foreign that my whole being was being corrupted.
Look, he's hurting him.
One step.
Why don't you kill him?
Another small step.
Then you won't have to worry about him ever again.
I leapt, throwing my fist forward to get rid of the obstacle I was aiming for. Bunny must have heard me jump as he moved him and Jack out of the way of my line of sight. It hit the ground, cracking it slightly and astonishing me at the sheer force I had put into it. My position remained crouched as I released hot seething breaths.
"What was that?" I whispered to no one other than myself.
"Chris?"
Turning sharply, Bunny was huddled over Jack as if acting as a shield. I had made him do that, I was aiming for Bunny but Jack would have surely gotten hurt too.
What was wrong with me? Small patches of blood soaked through the bandages as I watched in horror. It all seemed to click; I was an idiot for not realising.
Pitch's lair.
That awful experience, I was possessed by a shadow.
My mind reeled and I backed away, unable to look at their faces. Nausea overtook me and I knew I was going to be sick. My face paled and I doubled over, throwing up violently.
I retched quite vocally, tears spilling over as wave after wave of pain shocked my body into a sobbing mess. Someone pulled my hair back from my face and in the back of my mind I felt extremely sorry for them.
My throat burned as it forced up anything my stomach was holding. I coughed and gagged, my stomach continuing to push out contents that were no longer there. Once the convulsions had lessened and I began to breathe again I staggered over to a nearby rock and sat down. My whole body shook and I was covered in sweat. Not to mention I was wailing between each pathetic sob, curling in on myself once more.
It must have been awful for Bunny and Jack to witness.
"I'm s-sorry!" I whimpered. He was mad, I was sure of it, Bunny too.
"It's okay mate. I'll take care of it." His tone was slow and almost comforting.
Jack slid his arms under my knees and pulled on my shoulders carefully, forcing me to lean back. Another shock ran through me making me snivel and twitch in his arms.
His brow furrowed as he lifted me slowly, cradling me tightly to his chest and turning in whatever direction he was planning on taking me. My head hung forward, light headedness hitting me once more.
I groaned, pushing away the large bucket on my lap in detest. Lying back into the mound of multi-coloured cushions I swathed myself in one of the blankets also there. Jack and Bunny had taken me to a room like cavern to which I had remained for the last hour.
Bunny had equipped me with some rags to wash my face with before placing one on my forehead and ordering me to lie down. I did as I was told but I desperately wanted to wash my mouth out in order to be rid of the foul taste.
Jack stood with Bunny at the opening of the cavern, the two of them whispering to one another.
They're talking about you. They tell the others and then you'll be alone.
I shook my head, realising immediately how much of a stupid idea it was as my hand levitated towards the bucket again. After some deep breaths the feeling subsided and I let my hand fall.
The pooka left, presumably to clean up my mess, making my squirm at the thought of it. I quickly snapped out of it when I felt Jack tugging at the bandages on my hand. I yanked my hand away, earning me an annoyed look.
"Chris, your hand is hurt and I need to look at it."
"No."
"It'll only take a minu-"
"NO! Leave me alone!" My voice was hoarse and I visibly saw him shrink into himself.
I didn't feel guilt like I would normally at raising my tone. Instead I felt…..pleasure. Pleasure at seeing him hurt, and that frightened me. Lowering my gaze I turned onto my side, facing away and not speaking another word.
There was a pause, then a deep sigh. The shifting off the blankets and the coolness of my back meant he was lying down next to me. Jack's arm snaked around my waist, faltering momentarily before resting itself.
Admittedly the low temperature was really helping with my fever and I couldn't help pushing into his chest.
Soon enough my eyes felt heavy and I drifted away into a helpless slumber.
Myra moved through the trees, knowing exactly what she was about to do and pushed down any feelings of regret that were pulsating. The bushes below rustled, separating to reveal a mop of brown hair.
As planned, he was here. As planned, she was going to face him.
Myra had made the date with Danny earlier in order to train, that was what she would have done originally if not for recent circumstances.
Stepping out into the open she knew it would take only seconds until a pair of shining, emerald eyes faced her. He seemed so innocent with the light of the clearing illuminating him and everything else around the forest until it glistened ever so slightly.
"Myra?" He sounded, almost in disbelief. "Oh god, finally! I really have missed you! Where have you been? We've all been so worried!" He was smiling so brightly, only making this more difficult.
Myra narrowed her steel eyes and took her hood down, revealing her pinned up hair. It had been annoying to get the strands into place but it was through Pitch's suggestion she wear her hair like this. "Isn't that adorable?" She said with full sarcasm.
His eyes were questioning, and his head tilted in the same manner. "Is that sarcasm I hear?" He asked with a grin.
"Congratulations."
"Are you alright Myra?" His voice lowered with concern but she wasn't able to show how much it was affecting her.
It was what she had been ordered to do, to get rid of him.
In a flash she was charging at him, her hand opening to reveal strands of black shadows pouring from the centre of her palm. Danny's eyes widened, before he jumped to the side.
Myra created an arched blade around her hand and attacked; slicing in his direction and managing to catch the very fine layers of flesh in his arm. He let out a short cry of pain, attempting once more to dodge Myra's relentless attacks.
'Training started -' He ducked under the blade, the fine hairs on the tip of his head getting caught. '- Very suddenly today Myra.'
It was only when that blade came close to creating a gaping hole in his chest that he finally reacted properly. Bringing his arm up, he unconsciously surrounded his arm in flickering blue flames. The flames destroyed Myra's blade into a pile of ashes, and Myra - who was momentarily caught off guard by his defenceless face - got her arm caught by a flame.
She made a small noise of pain and the flames were gone; though the flickers of guilt still lingered in his eyes. He drew back as Myra clutched her arm, keeping his own firmly at his sides.
"You think that was training? How stupid are you?" She smiled outwardly as she stood up to her full height.
"What do you mean?" He seemed genuinely confused, foolish really.
"I was trying to kill you." She said, running a hand through her fringe.
"You're a terrible liar, you know?" He said jokingly.
Myra's blade was at his throat before he could finish.
"Did you forget? I was once at Pitch's side." His eyes widened. "Oh sorry, did I forget to mention that little detail? Whoops." She was grinning, trying to appear as those she was enjoying it.
"But you're on ours now, right?" He was almost desperate, his voice breathless.
Myra started laughing. It wasn't long before she was doubled-over.
"Oh god, you are ridiculously stupid..." She paused, before placing a hand on his chin and forcing him to look up into her cold, unfeeling eyes. "...I was sent to kill you."
The whispered voice settled into his ears. "What?"
"I was sent by Pitch to kill you and Chris. Why else would I be so nice to you?' She sniggered at his bewildered expression. 'I made it easier for myself by making it seem like you could trust me."
"H-Hey, that's enough joking around Myra..." A hand slammed into the tree beside his head.
"I can't wait to watch your tortured expression as I rip Chris apart in front of you, tear her apart limb by limb. She'll cry and scream, and you won't be able to do anything but sit and watch," His face had paled slightly. She leaned in and whispered: "Just like I did to all those other Immortal Children."
"No, shut up. No. But you're on our team! On our side! Not his!" He was in complete denial about the situation, shaking his head as if by doing so he could get rid of the present event.
"But here's the thing Danny." She spoke his name with precision as her smile grew. "I was never on your side."
"I was with Pitch for the entire time. It was his orders I was following. He lets me use my power to kill worthless Immortal Children like you. I wanted to kill you, but I had to make sure you trusted me first, so that I could rip that useless trust apart and kill you when you were so tortured." She was giving off a cold aura now.
"But you trained me...Why would you train me if you wanted to kill me?" He was bordering hysteric now.
"Hah, you honestly think that was training?" He frowned at her words. "Your powers are useless. They are nothing. Let me be honest with you Danny, you can't protect anyone with those pathetic powers."
"B-But you were training me to use them! I know how to use them now." He was mumbling slightly.
"You'll understand soon you pathetic child."
Unravelling the coat from her shoulders she threw it at him. "You can take this back, Chris gave it to me. Won't be needing it now of course."
And with that she slid back into the shadows, leaving the young immortal to his own thoughts.
Soon after Pitch joined her to watch as Danny left the forest, clutching her jacket to his chest so tightly his knuckles whitened. They followed him shortly and she noticed him swaying, like he was going to fall over at any moment.
Pitch dug his slender fingers into her shoulder, chuckling when the boy collapsed onto his knees.
"Well done. Let's leave, it's starting to rain and I don't wish to get wet. Not much can be said for him though."
Myra remained there a touch longer before retreating herself, unable to even send a silent goodbye to him.
There you have it! Hope you enjoyed. And remember to tell me about your thoughts on a sequel. Thank you!~
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