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Chapter 9

Breaking Point

Jack was almost at his breaking point the darkness was too much he was running out of fuel for the fire of his anger, the light being produced from his staff was dimming at a steady rate. It was out now the darkness was deeper with his eyes open but he kept them that way he wanted to see Pitch when he comes back. He doesn't know how long he's been there, if he knew he would have been surprised that he had kept his staff glowing for that long it was the morning of the 8th day. 'Also the darkness didn't help with telling time', Jack mentally face palmed at that thought 'of course it didn't,' 'wow this darkness is messing with his head.' 'He's sooo tired, maybe, if he closed his eyes for just a second, WAIT! What if that's what Pitch is waiting for to take his staff away again while he's unconscious.' 'No he needs to sleep,' 'what about Pitch?' 'it feels like there's another person talking in his head, is he going crazy? No . . . probably not he's just so tired', he feels his eyes drift downwards as his head is suddenly resting on his chest he curls around the staff so if Pitch wants to take it he would wake Jack up. His traitorous eye lids drift downwards despite his mind screaming at his body to stop to wake up and watch the place where the door disappeared. Too late they shut completely and his body and mind drift away into the world of dreams, but even thou they were night mares he relished in the precious moments of rest.

The only thought in her head were; why was Pitch doing this, why was she in the dark she was afraid of the dark- WHAT! What was that? A sudden flash of light blinding her disrupting her thoughts, it had happened when she had struck out her foot and it hit something hard like wood and long. It had been the first time she had moved in over 5 days to fearful of something being there in the darkness or worse nothing just darkness infinite darkness even the thought of that made her shudder. She slowly opened up out of the ball she had curled into after the light had caused her to see spots, she inched her right foot out toward the spot she thought the flash had come from, she didn't realize she had her eyes closed until the second flash from the piece of wood caused her to instead of seeing spots to just see a lot of red then nothing again because she had curled back up into another ball, when she mustered the courage to open her eyen and uncurled she saw the faintly glowing branch. The wood glowed a light blue, but was plain rather ordinary and kind of specious looking. That didn't matter it produced light that's all she needed she quickly reached out and grabbed the branch. It glowed fiercely in her hands and the now stronger and brighter light illuminating the room around her, but also blinding her again she drops it to protect her eyes with her hands the light instantly stops. 'Wait, did it do that because of her? if it did that would be . . . AWESOME! She can make light! Sweet!' She reaches out and grabs the staff the gentile smile on her face reflected back to her by a soft light, studying the staff in the provided light she thought it was beautiful the intricate patterns of wood and something light and cold, frost? They were somehow all different chaotic like but it was in complete order. Something, at the top of the staff attracted her attention, the top was a slight curve then two sharp lines –in a weird hook shape– at a wide angle pointing downwards in a spot that would be very hard to see –unless you examined it really well– there was a name printed in familiar messy hand writing. "Jessica Snodyn" she read out loud. 'Wait, her name was Jessica Snodyn that means . . . this light giving staff must belong to her!' The exited smile that spread across her face made it glow brighter, this time thou she did not drop it or cower away from the light.

Pitch was in the shadows watching the two teens one was too terrified to move until about an hour ago when she had 'rediscovered' her staff. The other had kept the strong blue light up for a long time Pitch couldn't believe it but just when she had discovered her staff his flickered, not so invincible after all Pitch thinks to himself.

Uhhh it's been 10 days no change except for Jack falling asleep a few times and having a cruel night mares he was not scarred at all this infuriated Pitch. Both rooms were set on darkness level 5 no lights and powers only reduced slightly. In the beginning at least, he had slowly turned Jacks up to 15. On the fifth day when the light from his staff had wavered he turned it to max 20, 3 days later his light, went, out. That gave Pitch and incredible amount of pleasure, to see him get so week. The rooms he has them in were given to him by the shadow creatures evil spirits that had designed the rooms to have different levels of darkness and power reduction every time you go up a level it becomes harder to use your powers and despite it not being possible the darkness deepens –its magic the darkness in the room is enchanted–. The girls was now on ten and she was having trouble keeping the light going he smiled as he watched it finally go out just like Jacks.

Her sad expression couldn't be made out by anyone in this darkness 'why'd light go out?' she was looking toward where she could feel the staff was 'awe I was just getting the hang of it' she silently thought to her self.

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