Well you can hate me all you wont for not updating sooner, but before you do I have an excuse! I have been in Nashville, Tennessee for the last week and my family from Florida came to visit once again. Yeah! Please note the sarcasm.
I would quickly like to thank those who have reviewed this story with positive comments. For example; FirfliesGlowInTheDark and ObsidianLove .
I would also like to warn you that this chapter has some parts that might not be good for children that can not take blood and self-harm. This is only the start of this kind of stuff though, so if you can not take those things exit out of this story NOW! You have been warned. Do not hate me, I warned y'all.
On with the story lovelies!
The burning on my collarbone is becoming to much for me push back. Falling to my knees the last thing I feel before the crimson red light takes me whole is my father being pushed back into a wall by bright gold sand.
My eyes snap open at the end of the nightmare. Fear is crawling all over my small being. Sitting up a burning pain shoots through that same small body I call my own. Laying back down on the soft sheets of the bed I recall the nightmare. My eyes start to flutter shut then snap back open as realization crawls into my mind. This is not that oh so familiar room. Hell no, it is bigger, brighter, and full of wonder.
Once again, I sit up on the plush bed when I realize that nightmare was no nightmare. It had happened, which means I really did put Jack Frost under my spell.
Searching the room for any signs of my father fear takes over me once again. Where is he? Are the Guardians hurting him because of what I had done to Jack? What I never see him again? What if all his powers drain and he.. he... dies? Tears burn my vision at that last thought.
"No..."
Curling into a ball I somehow find myself in a corner of the room. The tears slip through my now closed eyelids and I shale in fear. I have to calm down. I just have to.
A sob escapes my lips as I start to sing a song I have song all to many times in these times of moments. Those when I can not hold back my fear and misery, when I all just comes out while I am alone.
And I sing:
"Story of a girl who lost her world, so she could be beautiful
Fifteen, so sweet, you'd think,
But she's got a secret.
Made up her mind,
The day she came to find-out that he left
I Guess there's another girl
This time blue eyes, blonde hair
She'll do anything to catch his eye
But she knows she'll never compare
Skips school, wont eat, can barely sleep
Takes drastic measure.
Runs seven miles a day in the sun
Wearing a sweater
She turns the radio on so no one hears what she's doing.
Cuz she's convinced herself he'll come back to her, when she's perfect."
At the end of the first verses I stop. Lifting my head just the slightest bit I see a large man. My eyes widen with fear when I recognize him. North, the leader of the Guardians, stood before me with a look of hate and fear on his face. I try and push myself farther into the wall as he takes a step closer, but stops when he sees the look of pure horror on my face.
This man is to forgiving, I think as he slowly lifts his hand out in my direction. Tears are still falling down my face even though I have realize he is not going to hurt me like my father.
I whimper just the slightest bit, but loud enough for him to hear. He retreats his hand just the slightest, as to show me that my guess was right, that he wont hurt me. His mouth opens so he can talk, "Who are you my child? When has Pitch done to you?" He speaks with a Russian accent. It was a bit hard to understand what he said.
Shaking my head I try to get closer to the wall. The door behind North opens revealing Bunnymund. My eyes widen at this even more and I quickly get up and sprint to the other side of the room, under the bed, and weep. Closing my eyes I hear them talk.
"What did I do to 'er?" Bunny asks North I am guessing.
"Not sure. Scare 'er maybe?" He answers in more of a question.
Their voices go away and are replaced with the sound of footsteps heading my way. I just shake and cry harder. With all my power I am able to push out one word, one word that I know all to well. They stop in their tracks at my cry. My collarbone hurts as I try to not let it take over me. Once again I shout out the cry that always has even my father stop what he does. The crimson light that forms the crescent moon on my collarbone showers the whole room in its light. Now, louder than before, I shout out that cry.
"NO!"
The bed is in a million pieces as I hear the door burst open. The blood color light surrounds me without hesitation. The Big Four stand in front of me as I am slowly rising into the air. One by one they fall to their knees from blood lose. Yeah, the light is draining their blood from newly formed cuts on their wrists, just like those who use this meathead to get rid of pain.
After they all fall unconscious I gasp. Falling to the ground I huddle in the corner once again, only looking up when I hear a grunt of pain mixed with a gasp. Seeing a bruised Jack Frost at the door is not what I wanted to see right this second. He rushes to his friends, feeling to see if they have a pulse. A small sigh allows me to know I did not kill them. He looks at me, icy blue eyes meeting dull gold, he glares. My birthmark starts to glow once again, signaling Jack that I was indeed the one to put that spell on him. His glare slowly disappears into understanding. Getting off the ground he lifts his staff up, I just realize that he is holding, and walks over to me slowly. Glancing down at the glowing fabric on my body I reaches down. I nod so he knows that it is indeed ok for him to continue.
Unzipping my dark purple coat just a little my birthmark shines there in all its glory. He then lifts his hoodie over his head, leaving his chest bare, allowing me to see the, now, also glowing crescent moon mark on his collarbone. They both glow until the lights mash together just making it brighter, yet darker. A smirk makes its way to my lips at this, Jack mirrors my smirk.
"Misery," he whispers out, unsure if he is suppose to call me that. I nod at his unasked question, "Does this mean I have to betray them?" His voice holds sorrow in it, just making my light shine darker.
My smirk wavers for a moment before the answer is clear as day light, not that I have ever seen day light before, in my mind.
"Yes."
Tada! I am proud of this chapter even though it is a bit darker than intended... But that is just my messed up mind doing the typing on my laptop!
So what y'all think? R&R for me loves?!
Bii!