In my arms
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Little Prince with eyes of fear,
found himself in a possible fate unclear,
Face to face he is met with Pitch Black,
is it too late to turn back?
Oh God, this cannot be good! This just CANNOT be good!, Jack's mind raced. The younger struggled against the black grainy tendrils that held a firm grip on his arms, wrists, and legs, but mostly, he dislliked the disgusting substance slipping past his lips and itching his throat. He clenched his eyes shut with a muffled whimper. It was like his greatest nightmare was coming true right before his very own eyes, and it scared him. No doubt it did. Oh, how he now regretted complaining about leaving the safety of the Santoff Clausen just to fly free outside. How he felt hate towards those who kept him inside.
But they were right. The Santoff Clausen was the only shield he had, to avoid this exact event. Jack trembled and felt a cold sweat run down his forehead before disappearing in the winter chill. He wanted his parents... he wanted the Guardians... He wanted North.
Pitch grinned and skimmed his fingers through Jack's hair. The fear radiating off the child was just so much and so good, it tasted like the sweetest wine. It was greater than any other child. And besides, this was earth's top deadly seasonal offspring, for Jack was made through the power of Mother Nature herself. It made him moan as the wave of terror filled his thirst and hunger. He glared amusingly into those sapphire blues with a dark covering. "Oh„ the year you stop growth," he hummed in delight before clenching onto the strands, giving them a firm tug. Jack whined in pain. "I am very much please... No more growth means more fear for me to feast on. Another thing that makes you different from any other child."
Jack's eyes began to tear up at the massive amount of terror being conflicted onto him. He wanted to stop, because he knew he was giving the Nightmare King the benefit. He just could not get past his fear.
The fear of being taken away from everyone he loved. What if Pitch sweeps him away from the earth? What if he does not escape from the tendrils. Will Pitch just snatch him away and lock him somewhere hidden and dark? Will he forevermore stay in whatever part of hell this man came from?
As questions raced through his mind, the fear inside him grew. Pitch savoured it.
"I cannot believe you allowed our son to leave the safety of this place without our consent, Nicholas!" Mariah's angered tone spoke throughout the area.
North shrunk a bit on the couch as the angered mother paced in front of him. The Guardian dared no to speak, for he feared that it would just piss the woman off more. "Darling, it is fine," Jasper said gently. Mariah glared at him with cold blues and grabbed the front of his collar. "No it is not, Jasper! Our son, OUR baby boy is out there and only God knows what is happening to him! What if he gets wounded... what if he falls and breaks something... What if Pitch found him?!" she shrieked, shaking the man by the shoulders. Desperate, frightened tears ran down her face and Jasper wrapped his arms around her. North felt guilt pit inside his stomach. Maybe he should not have let Jack roam freely outside. If Pitch truely does have Jack, it is the Cossack who will have to carry the burden.
"It is okay, dear. I am sure Jack is alright," Jasper crooned, rubbing the back of Mariah's hair. Mariah sucked in a sob and clenched her eyes shut. "But what if he is not okay? He barely learned to use his staff and can barely use his powers correctly," she croaked. Jasper thought and held her tighter, feeling himself fill with dread... He sighed. He didn't have anything different to say but the only answer, remembering the words Mother Nature had told them if Pitch ever caught Jack into his hands.
"Then we have hell to pay..."
Jack squeezed his eyes shut as Pitch controlled the bonds to tighten more securely onto his limbs, sure enough to leave a bruise from each coil. Pitch ran a finger down Jack's jaw, making sure to leave a red line from his nail on the milky white skin. "Ever since my daughter gave your mother the capability to concieve a child, I knew that once you were born that there was something much more greater invested in you," he hissed, "will you allow me to use that power willingly, Jackie boy?"
The blacksand gag disappeared off of Jack's mouth, making the boy choke out the grainy substance remaining in his mouth. Jack took several breaths before glaring slowly into Pitch's eyes. He was dearly scared and wished that someone there to help him... but he knew he was on his own on this one. Pitch ruffled Jack's hair. "So what do you say, Jackson? Do you wish to be the FAILURE to the ones you love? And no matter how much you want to or do deny it, two rights do not make me wrong." Jack felt his heart stop dead and fear arise at the thought, feeling tears sting his eyes. He did not want to be a failure to his family... He did not wish for them to get hurt.
It scared him to even think like that as much as it scared his parents. Could it be because they were afraid of their child too? He clenched his eyes shut with a whimper.
But little did Pitch know, frost curled around the tendrills slowly. Jack clenched his fist as they began to shake with a bright orb engulfing his skn. "No..." Jack whispered. Pitch leaned his ear in.
"I sadly could not hear you, child- a little louder if so?"
Jack tightened his jaw and said a little more firmly, "NO...
Finally, Pitch noticed the frost and crackling power and felt his eyes slightly widen.
"I SAID NOOO!" Jack screamed. A sickening crack could be heard, causing Pitch to feel slight dread and back up an inch. Like lightning, a electric blast of frost shot from Jack's body, freezing the sand tendrils till...
CRACK, BAM!
The force of flying ice and bursting wind pushed Pitch roughly back, sending him crashing far through the trees and blowing Jack feet back. The teen yelped as he tumbled roughly onto the snow covered ground. He groaned at the feeling of his body aching from the fall and weakly propped himself up on his elbows. "Ugh..."
The teen spotted his staff laying inches beside him and weakly grabbed it. The power surge must have worn him out badly. Suddenly, just as he gazed up, his eyes were revealed to black, smally, grainy odd formed horses. Their glowing yellow eyes glared upon his figure like a shark, making Jack squeak a bit. "You gotta be kidding..." he whimpered. Pitch suddenly appeared behind the herd with a dark shadow upon his face. "Boo!" he said.
Almost instantly, did the mares surged forward towards Jack, who gasped before turning his heel and darting away through the treelines.
The winter sprite moved through the branches that scratched his skin with wide baby blue eyes of fear. The pads of his bare feet ignored the feeling of sharp stick and rocks prodding them every step, causing tiny dots of blood to ooze out. Crimson painted the layer of snow below as Jack ran. He never ran any where near this fast in his life, except that one time when his mother tried forcing him in a sailor outfit for Christmas. The prince dared not to even glance back, but based on the snapping twigs, and wild whinning, he could tell that Pitch's nightmares were high on his heel. This encouraged him to run even faster, never caring how much his body yearned for air, or how much his side and feet and legs ached, or how his nostrils and throat flared. The desire to scream ate Jack alive, but the teen knew it would do no good.
Finally, Jack had mad it through the forest trees and spent not one more second zipping into the air. "Wind! Take me to the Pole! Hurry!"
Not a second later, he was pushed across the sky like a bullet of blue. The wind cared for Jack ever since he was born, whether he could fly or not, and now that he could, she felt like she had the duty to protect the child as if he were her own. And she'd be damned if Pitch was going to try and get through that circumstance.
On the other hand, as Jack flew, the winter spirit was so scared out of his wits that all that mattered to him was makibg it back to the Santoff Clausen quickly as possible. How was he going to explain to every one that Pitch had found him? His parents would probably die of fright as well as his father. Not only that, but Jack feared that everything would never be the same ever again. He now thinks that he is in more grave danger than ever...
Jasper held Mariah close to his chest, both king and queen held sad complexions across their face as they sat, worrying for Jack. Was he okay?
Was he safe?
... Will he return?
"Oh, Jasper. If only things could back to the way they used to be," Mariah whispered. Jasper sighed and kissed his wife's snowy white hair. He did wish for that as well. "I know, dear. I know... Do not worry, soon Pitch will be dealt with, then it will only be you, me, and our little prince," he assured softly but firmly. Mariah nodded meekly. "I am going to kick Pitch's ass for placing usbin such a mess," she snorted, trying to rid the grievence between her and her lover. It did a bit success.
"Mother! Father!" a familiar, frightened voice called out from the window.
Jasper's and Mariah's head shot up to see Jack running towards them with wide baby blue eyes of fear. Maria almost drew a choked sob as her and Jasper gathered their child safely in their arms, clutching every upper part of the boy. "Oh, my baby is alright! Thank God!" Mariah gasped. Jasper clutched his family closely in his arms. "Dear goodness- Jack, don't you ever scare us like that again! We did not give you our consent to go outside," he scolded, but never lost the relief in his voice. The parents suddenly realized Jack was shaking in sobs in their arms.
Mariah pulled Jack away by his shoulders and revealed to herself baby blue eyes overflowing with tears. She gently cupped his chin. "Jack? Sweetie, what is wrong?"
Jack took in a few more sobs befor replying, "P-Pitch... He found me! Momma, he found me!" he cried.
The world seem to spin faster as the two parents felt their hearts drop down to their stomachs. Mariah clasped a hand over her mouth to muffle a broken scream/sob. Jasper shook his head in disbelief. "H-he said that- he-he was going t-to use me! Take me away from y-you!" Jack whimpered. Jasper immediately grabbed his son's arms and gave him a firm shake. "Nonononono, Jackie- don't say that. I won't let him do such," he said with a reassuring tone, "understand, kiddo?"
Jack sniffled and nodded, pressing against his father's chest once more. Jasper held the younger tightly, nearly lifting Jack off his feet. Jack used his father's shoulder to prop his cheek on while Jasper held his the back of his son's head. Fear and worry filled the winter king's eyes. He was afraid for Jack. He did not nor could not think of losing his only child to a monster like Pitch Black. He just couldn't, and even when he did it broke him from the inside, out.
"You're okay- I promise, I promise... You're... You're gonna be just fine," Jasper whispered.
Jack felt like he was three, clinging onto Jasper like his father was a large teddy bear.
He felt safe...
Mariah had noticed North was watching in worry at the door way. Jasper sighed and pulled Jack away, rubbing his son's cheek. "Go with your mother. Me and your uncle need to discuss some things, my child," he said, kissing the top of Jack's head. Mariah then lead Jack away.
"North... we might be in great danger," Jasper whispered shakily with his back turned towards North.
North's gaze faltered solemnly and he stepped towards the other man. "I understand. Zis cannot be good."
"Hell no. My child- my baby boy- had just came face-to-face with the Nightmare King... And I was not there to protect him. What if Pitch had taken Jack, North, if I had not known about it? Would I ever could have seen my child again?"
"Jasper, zis eez all my fault. If only I had just vaited for your consent- Jack's depression of never getting to see outside world or at least feeling eet vas eating me alive! I gave in... now look vhat has happened..."
Jasper frowned and walked away from the shameful Guardian, not in the mood to hear much more. North felt himself break within as guilt and shame filled him.
"I am sorry, good friend."
Jasper walked down the narrow hallway of the many in the Santoff Clauasen till he made it to a frosty blue door that was Jack's. The door was slightly open. The man peeked inside to see Jack laying tucked in his bed, the wounds on his feet tended, and Mariah sitting at the edge, beside the boy. Instead of walking inside, he listened.
"Momma, I'm... Afraid. What if Pitch finds me? What if he makes me hurt you or father or Uncle North and the Guardians?" Jack whimpered.
Mariah rubbed her son's chest comfortingly and let out a low sigh. "Oh, my child, I do not know, but yet I doubt. You are too pure and are filled with innocents, joy, wonder, hope and dreams. Most of all, you are filled with belief. That is something NOBODY can take from you no matter how hard they try. It is always ulyour decision whether to believe or not. And do not worry... You will be safe," Mariah responded.
Jasper faltered his gaze at her words. She had so much faith.
Jack furrowed his eyebrows. "B-but-"
"Shh, my child," Mariah whispered, petting his hair, "rest. I will be here still."
Jack nodded and turned to hisbside, shutting his eyes. Mariah stared at the boy for a second, before in a soft angelic voice, she began to sing.
"Your baby blues„
so full of wonder...
You're curly Qs,
your contageous smile...
Her voice reverberated off the walls and immediately began taking effect on Jack.
"And as I watch,
you start to grow up...
All I can do is hold you tight...
Knowing,
clouds will rage and,
storms will race in,
but you will be safe,
In my arms.
Rains will pull down,
waves will crash around,
but you will be safe...
In my arms...
A tired yawn escaped Jack's lips to the lullaby, making Mariah smile smally. The woman ran her finger tips down Jack's face, feeling the coolness of the boy's cheek. She felt her motherly feels kick in as she felt a wave of protective instincts wash over her for her child she held since he was an infant in her womb.
"Story books...
Full of fairytales,
of kings and queens,
and the bluest skies...
My heart is torn,
just in knowing,
you'll someday see,
the truth and lies...
When the,
clouds will rage and,
storms will race in,
but you will be safe,
in my arms...
Rains will pull down,
Waves will crash around,
but you will be safe,
in my arms...
In my arms..."
Miriah had finished and was delighted to see Jack fast and fully asleep with soft breaths coming from his nose. She smiled and kissed the top of his head.
"Beautiful," Jasper's voice spoke from behind. Mariah swished around startled. "You scared me," she exclaimed. Jasper smiled softly and kissed his wife's cheek. "I am sorry, dear... you sang amazing," he whispered. Mariah leaned into the mans chest lovingly. "Thank you, my love," she replied. Jasper gazed softly at Jack and he smiled, rubbing Mariah's should assuringly. "I promise dear. I will try my hardest to make sure Jack is safe. In both of our arms..."
Outside the Santoff Clausen, a nightmare hoveredbover the hills of snow, staring with glowing yellow eyes at the building the winter prince had entered in not oo long ago. It neighed victory, satisfied to have figured out the puzzle an it scurried off to find Pitch and give him the news.
The little prince had been truely found...
DAN DUN DAAAAN!
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