Pitch Black crept backwards away from the blue-eyed boy. Quickly scrambling to his feet, he stumbled away from the children. Why? Why was he there to feel this pain and humiliation? He had never felt this kind of thing in the darkness. The darkness had welcomed him, accepting all that he was. And now there was color and light. Pitch hated the sound of the words that were made.
As Pitch was walking away, his toe caught on a rock. Pitch let out a slight whimper and hopped around a bit in pain before stooping to pick up his attacker. The rock fit nicely in his hand and, to take out his frustration, he threw the rock as far as he could. It soared through the air, taking on it's own path. (In reality, it went about 12 feet.) But to the young boy's eyes, the rock had flown. He followed the rock to where it had gone. It led him to a broken down bed above a black hole. Pitch remembered these surroundings. This is where he had come out of the darkness from, yet the bed was something new to his eyes.
A call came from behind him. The call was from the white-haired boy from earlier. Behind him followed a smaller, hazel-eyed boy with chestnut brown hair. As they approached him, Pitch could feel his small feet becoming colder and colder within the snow beneath him. His nose and ears had turned a bright red and his cheeks still felt like they were on fire. Little fingers were curled up into a ball to prevent the tips from getting any chillier.
As Pitch turned to face the oncoming boys, he wrinkled his nose and glared. He did not enjoy their company. He spun back around to the welcoming darkness. Where he had been pleasant and alone. Leaping into the the hole, Pitch began to let go of everything, denouncing reality and disappearing from the world. Or atleast that's what he thought would happen.
I entered a new world when I fell into that hole, What's the matter, Captain? I heard echo through my head. It seems he's a mere child now. Another voice hissed. I turned in all directions but no matter what I only saw darkness. "Who's there?" I whispered to myself. All of a sudden a man's face appeared before me. He had glowing amber eyes and short, pitch black hair that spiked upwards.
"Fear." He whispered at me. As he disappeared I couldn't help but feel lost. A slight shimmer of fear went up my spine and I felt cold again. Freezing, in fact. My eyes were wide and looking for light. I couldn't see anything with this darkness. Why'd you come back? I heard something. Yeah, another voice chimed in, We didn't want you, you know.
"Where are you?" I asked, more anxiously. You're not listening, are you? The voices echoed through my mind, taunting and cooing. We are everywhere. We are the darkness that's all around you. "N-no," I stumbled out. "The darkness is a safe place. It's a place where I'm safe." Cackles rang throughout my thoughts as I spoke like large church bells. Drop him. I heard a voice say. And then many voices chimed in saying the same thing. Drop him. Drop him. Drop him. They began a chant. "Wait!" I yelled.
Suddenly, the voices were gone and I was on my feet again. But this time there was no snow, no light, and no children. I was inside of a dark cave. As I glanced up, I noticed giant cages hanging from the ceiling.
My feet shifted as they stepped on tiny pebbles. I slowly started walking forward, looking for some reason for why I was there. To my right I noticed a giant globe. I reached my hand up to run my hand over the giant bronze sphere. Parts were cut off for where the oceans were and mountains were carved into the shape. I let my mouth open wide in awe as I saw all the little glittering lights.
I let my finger dance from dot to dot as I felt the warmth from the little lights. They were somewhat calming. I took a step back to try to admire the whole globe, but it still towered over me.
"Those are all the children who don't believe in you." I turned in response to this shocking voice. It was the same one who had spoke to me in the darkness. I could see his whole body this time, though. He was tall and terrifying, wearing a long black trench coat that draped the floor. His skin was a light shade of gray, kind of like mine. His glare was piercing into me. I stood in fear staring up at him. My left foot subconsciously took a step backwards. Then the left, and then my right again.
"W-Who are you?" I managed to say.
A grin crept across the villain's face as he looked down at me, taking a few steps to me. He placed his hand to my face and said, "I am you." and just as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone. I am the Boogieman. I heard, echo throughout the cave. "Boo." I heard from behind me. I spun to meet the face but there was no one there. Tears crept down my face when I realized I was all alone again.