So I am going to, once again, attempted to type this chapter. First a 1:19 AM I started typing it when my mom forced me to turn my laptop off and go to bed. Then at 11:41 I tried to type it up, but it got deleted and I almost called it quits for the WHOLE story. Ugh, I feel like o am wasting your time once again. Oh well!
I am not really sure where I am taking this story so deal with me and if you have any thought and/or ideas that could help me, they would be greatly loved!
Now on with The Birthmark of Miser Black chapter 4:
The tears that went down his face almost made me regret what I had said, almost. Standing I look down at the white haired boy known as Jack Frost. He gripped his staff tightly, stood up, and looked down at me right in the eyes. Holding out his hand he started to hand me his staff, but I stopped him.
I still do not know where all this sudden confidence came from, but I sure did like the feeling. Shaking my head I motion him to follow me.
"Now Jack, where is Pitch?" I ask with malice in my voice.
Jack is taken aback by this, but soon recovers and starts to run off somewhere. I follow right on his heels to wherever he is going. When he finally stops I see a giant globe, like my fathers but, this one has color and the writing is in Russian. Must be North's globe then.
He walks over to the globe and pushes some buttons leading it to split in half and a figure comes out tied up. Gasping, I climb up as quick as I can to Pitch, my father, as he starts to regain his senses. Finally making it to him I allow my hand to heat up, place it on the ropes, and wait till they are all nothing but, ash.
"Misery," My father mumbles out. I just nod.
Once he is free he starts to fall and if it were not for Jack he would of landed face first on the ground. Jumping down I land in front of the both of them. Signaling Jack to follow me, we are off.
Finally, after about an hour we were back in the hide out. Point to one of the Nightmares they came and took Pitch to his room. We both just stood there for a good ten minutes. Sighing I sit down on the steps leading to the dark globe. Jack seems hesitant to move, like a bad memory was relived with just standing there.
"Okay. Stop staring into space," I order him. Jack jumps at my sudden order, but nods anyway.
He looks at me with fear filled eyes. Placing his hand on his collarbone where the newly formed crescent moon now sat he asked, "What is this thing?" I could not answer that question. It is the same one I had asked myself for so many years. So this is how I answered him:
"It marks misery. That is what I control. I feed off the misery of others as my father feeds off the fear of children around the world. The color means blood. All the blood that is shed by children, teens, and even some adults, that can not handle all the misery pilling up on them. They let hit out by the burning sensation of a raiser, knife, glass, or anything sharp. When it lights up it will burn, and there is no way of getting away from the firing like pain."
Breathing in a deep breath I look at his face. Tears fall down his face as he realizes this is all real. All of a sudden I gasp at the pain of that same burning I had just explained. Clutching the birthmark I lay down fully on the steps. The golden lights, that I now realize are blinking oddly, start going out one by one. My eyebrows crinkle a little at this new information.
Standing up I motion Jack to follow me, so he does. Pointing at them I ask, "You know what this means, don't you?" He nods stiffly as an answer. I sigh, how will I get the information out of him? "Well, can you tell me? I kind of been locked in a dark room for over a thousand years, which is my life time, and do not understand all this shit!" He visibly shakes at my voice, which I role my eyes at. "Baby," I whisper out.
He glares at me hearing this comment, "Yeah, sure I am."
Choosing to ignore his disrespect I continue to think. My father would only have this to keep track of how many believers the Guardians have which means. "Holy shit. The kids don't believe anymore..." Gripping my hair I scream out, "This is my fault! If I had just stayed in my room for fucks sake! Damn it!" Jack is once again taken aback by my sudden outburst. "You!" Pointing to a random Nightmare he walks to me. Bowing his head at me I jump on him back. Grabbing Jack by his hood we take off back to North's work shop. I will not allow this to happen. My father will just cast me out like a piece of unwanted string on a sweater. Never will a allow those children and teens go through what I have had to in my life.
"Even if it means taking him down, and dying."
Tada! Told y'all I'd update FirefliesGlowInTheDark! See! See! ^