Darkness.
It was all over.
Surrounding me.
Consuming me.
Laughter could be heard through the thick blackness.
It was, happy?
Never has there been happiness in this darkness.
Only evil laughter has ever been heard.
So why now?
Why now is there happiness?
Waking up I felt at peace? Shaking my head I look around, no nightmares. Weird. Why is everything so out of place all of a sudden?
Standing from my bed I take the chance at the absence of the creepy black sand as my ticket out of here. Walking to the big dark wood door that has kept me locked in this room for over a thousand years, I push it open. It is heavy than it looks and makes a loud creak that scares me, making me huddle under the bed with fear. After about five minutes of silently crying under the large I make a move. First, I check to make sure nobody is out and about in the hallway. Closing the large heavy door I walk on. No shadows, no sand, no daddy. Nothing.
After I make it out of the long hallway I see this ball type thing. I believe it is a globe from what I have read about. The large black globe like thing had gold lights on it. Reminded me of my fathers eyes. That thought scared me. What if he suddenly comes out a punishes me for snooping out of my room? Tears start to poor down my face when a bright gold light flashes through out the room. It gives me enough time to see large birdcages on the ceiling that scare me. Then, my fathers voice.
My eyes widen when I hear what he says. "You will never find my source to recovery." I am his recovery source. Falling to the ground when I see a nightmare come out of the hallway leading back to that room, I start to breath heavily. Who is he talking to?
The black sanded hoarse looks scared. Did find out I left my room? More voices could be heard, "It does not matter. Vou von't vin either vay Pitch." I then realize what is wrong. The Guardians are here, in our home, and they wont to find me!
My fear must of noted the fearling that I am in the room because he walks over to me. Looking up at him he bows down in front of me and turns so his back is facing me. He then looks at me expectantly which has me realize he is telling me get on his back. When I nod he turns back around allowing me to get on him. Once I am up on his back holding on for dear life he jumps into the air.
We soon enter a room lit up by that golden glow. What I see makes me gasp in fear. The Guardians, all five of them, have my father cornered into a wall. His energy level is very low. All I want is to help him when I hear the same happiness filled voice I heard in my dream coming from a young boy holding a wooden staff, with a 'G' shape at the end. A bright blue hoodie that is covered in frost, light tan carpres, and he is barefoot. Realization hit me like my fathers nightmare sand. That boy with snow white hair and icy blue eyes is Jack Frost. He is the reason my father did not win against the Guardians last time. The reason he was so weak, and is weak right now.
With all that anger and fear building up in my chest I feel the recognizable pain on my collarbone. My crescent moon shape birthmark starts to glow that deadly crimson color, allowing the darkness that is not being lit up by the Sandman's dream sand, to be lit up in the blood colored light. Once everyone notices my presents Jack is on the ground curling up in pain. His screams of misery are like a depressing song to my ears. I smile at his misery, feeling energy I have never felt before take hold of my body.
Pitch looks up at me surprised and motions me to help him up. I do, and when I finally get him on his feet I give him my hand. The look of surprise that crosses his face just makes my fear build up. When he finally grabs my hand Jack Frost screams in the worst way anyone could ever scream, fearful, pain, and misery. Once the Guardians realize I am the one making Jack hurt like that, they attack.
Father lifts his nightmare sand up so that I can not be hit by them. Sending a wave of his black fear sand at the Big Four gives me enough time to take control over Jack's misery. You see, my name is not Misery because I live in misery, it is because I control all's misery. Just like Pitch can sense and control fear, I can with misery. Finding his most miserable moments, I use them to take over Jack's mind, heart, and body. Jack Frost is now like my poppet. A glowing crimson red mark starts to form on his collarbone, and out comes a freshly burnt crescent moon shape. He screams in pain sending the Guardians a cry for help before he passes out.
They all look at me in fear of what just happened. Sandman sends his dream sand at me which a nightmare blocks, knowing very well that I am to weak to battle now. The Tooth fairy flies over to Jack to make sure he is alright. He is, kind of anyway. Jack frost, the winter spirit, the Guardian of fun, now has my crescent moon mark on him, which means he will live in misery and fear for the rest of his life unless, he makes the choice to join me, along with my father.
When Tooth does not see the mark, I smirk. Never have I felt like this, so out of fear, even for just these couple of minutes it still feels great. My father is confused as to why I am smirking, but I just send him the look to tell him "I will tell you later," and he nods. The rest of the Guardians look at me in fear. North starts to charge at me which makes my eyes widen. I can not take on a man six times my size! Being lifted up by shadows snaps me out of my fearful state. A boomerang is sent my way, but I just lift my hand up and catch it. It soon starts to burn and soon catches into flames right in my hand. Letting the ashes go I meet the eyes of the E. Aster Bunny. He looks anger, fearful, and has some misery in him which allows me to shoot a ray of red light at him.
The burning on my collarbone is becoming to much for me to push back. Falling to my knees the last thing I see before the crimson red light takes me whole is my father being pushed back into a wall by bright gold sand.
Tada! Yeah yeah, it is not that good. But! It is best I can do right now considering the other file I had of this chapter got deleted last night! I had typed over 2,000 words and it was deleted! I am still pist off about that by the way...
Okay so R&R and I shall see you all next time. Not literary thought so yeah...
Bii!