"Jack," I mutter after awhile, my bright eyes fixing on him. "What ever happened to your parents?" I ask, knowing they were no longer around, knowing he understood my situation, and knowing I wanted to be able to understand his. He looked at me from where he was seated on the floor, his back leaning against the bed.
He sighed, running a finger through his snow-white hair. "I'm not entirely sure. I know that my Dad was never around, though. He bailed on my mom and I when my sister was born... He didn't want anything to do with us. As for Mom... Well, she and my sister must have lived a completely ordinary life, and just... Died as everyone does." He says and shrugs, and I frown up at him.
The pain I feel right now is consuming and shattering, but at least I knew my parents. At least I know what happened to them. "What were they like?" Jack's voice breaks into my thoughts, pulling me out of the swirl of pity and sorrow that was controlling me. "Your parents?"
"They were... Great, many years ago. When I was child and these powers weren't so strong or deadly. Back then they would play with me, have conversations with me, brag about how great a Queen I would make... It was amazing." I smile, remembering the good times. They seemed so scarce and unbelievable to me now. "But after, after I hurt Anna... For awhile they would barely even look at me. They blamed me for hurting her, and they didn't want to forgive me for it. Eventually they started speaking with me again, Father moreso than Mother. Then, one day, my powers just got too out of control and my Mother wouldn't even come to see me anymore. Father would only come in to feed me and scold me. Like I was a-a dog or something." I take a shuddering breath, pulling my knees to my chest. "It's like they have been dead for years, and I am just now coming to terms with it. And what does that say about me, Jack? What does it say about a person when the only reason she mourns for her parents is because they are no longer here to clean up the messes she is bound to make?"
Jack wraps his arm around me again, pulling me close to him. "It says that she is scared." He murmurs, and I feel... I'm not sure what. Grateful that I don't seem to him as horrible as I seem to myself. "But Elsa, you don't have to be. You don't have to be afraid. Not forever."
I am smiling gratefully up at him now, the expression content to stay until a shadow passes over my window. "What... What is that?" I ask, sniffling as I tilt my head and point a slender finger at the window. In it now stands a black steed, it's eyes wild and it's nostrils wide as it snorts, slamming a foot down against my windowsill.
"What is wha-?" Jack's sentence is cut-off as he jumps to his feet, his staff stretched out in front of him and his face settled into a look of anger.
I get to my own feet, tearing off my gloves and holding my fists in front of me like a derranged school girl. "Jack, what's going-?"
"What do you want, Pitch?" He sneers, I have never seen him look so angry or so ready for a fight. He is usually so laid back and looking for nothing to do but goof off. This side of him scars me, but the cause of it is frightening me even more.
A deep laughter to be described as nothing short of maniacle echoes through the room, and I watch in horror as something of an apparition appears on the window, sitting with an arrogant smile as the black steed swirls around him, nothing more than smoke. "Calm down, Jack. It's not you I'm here for. Not this time." This Pitch grins slyly, his eyes flashing from Jack and falling onto me. Immdiately a chill runs up my spine. "This time I am here for her."
Before I can scream or ask why, a blast of solid ice shoots out of Jack's staff. Pitch dissappears just before it can strike him in the chest. "Missed me." I jump, twisting around, scared to see him standing just behind me. "Oh dear, can you see me?" He sneers, reaching a hand out towards me. I shudder and step back, trying and failing to keep my composure. "The first in centuries. But then, I have never seen such overwhelming fear in such a young heart."
"Get out of here, Pitch." Jack commands, stepping up alongside me, his staff almost brushing against the tall figure harrowing over us. "She isn't any of your concern."
He laughs again, and the chills rush up my spine once more. "None of my concern?" Pitch echoes, his eyes switching from myself to Jack, then back to me. "Why Jack, she is the very embodiment of what I am. She is all of my concern."
Jack shoots another shard of ice at him, and Pitch fades, reappearing at the window. He makes a sound almost like a hiss as he sees the sunlight crawling across the distance, then smiles at me, his teeth sharp and uneven and his smile filled with malice. "I am going to be back." He promises, before Jack sends another bought of ice his way and he disappears out the window, this time not returning.
"Wh-Who was that?" I ask, nearly shaking as I stumble backwards, locking my bedroom door, though I suspect that won't do any good.
Jack closes the window, latching it behind him. "That's Pitch. He controls fear. He creates nightmares, embodies darkness..."
"What does he want with... With me?"
"I don't know. But whatever it is... We can take him." He smiles, and I nod.
I don't really believe him, not completely. I am nothing /but/ fear. If Pitch can control that... then he can control me.
Author's Note- Going to keep trying to update this at least once a day, simply because it was one of the few things that relaxes me right now, lol. University is such a pain in my arse, I need something fun to remind me that not everything involving thinking sucks. Thank you so much for reading, reviews/follows/favorites are LOVED! Thanks again for reading!