"It's a shitty idea." Annie said warningly as she sat on a large mahogany desk, filing her long nails. She had been saying it for nearly two-hundred years and he still wasn't willing to listen. Two-hundred years of shitty ideas.
"It is not a shitty idea. It's perfect. Flawless even. I will not let you ruin this for me." Pitch said over a large piece of paper with several different drawings on it. admittedly they were beautiful drawings, but it was a shitty plan. Annie rolled her eyes as his persistence, her advice falling on deaf ears. Two-hundred years was enough to teach her that he was a stubborn man, he got what he wanted. Annie's face flushed a bit at one of his most demanded thing (maybe only second to destroying the Guardians.) She almost never resisted that.
So spoiled. Pitch was a spoiled man and two-hundred years had taught her that. All he ever wanted was to be believed in, to create fear. The idea of scarring children had almost compelled Annie to leave at the beginning. Why would someone want to harm someone so innocent? Annie still didn't understand and refused to be involved with such activities. Adults on the other hand she didn't mind. She had in fact went out on a few runs with the crew to do some of the dirtier work. Starting wars, causing cancer, pushing people just off the cliff of depression, soaking up energy like a sponge. Killing adults, that was a different story. Harming children was something Annie could never do. It was the twentieth century and she was not a barbarian.
"You're fighting fire with fire, you idiot. Sandman will easily overpower you with the help of the rest of the Guardians." Annie said with a roll of her emerald eyes. Honestly, how could someone be so ridiculous. Annie had been in several fights with the Guardians over the years. Several times she has had to fight for both Pitch and herself because of a shitty plan. No, not this time. This was a pretty monumental shitty plan. He wanted to slowly kill the Guardians by taking away belief. Even Annie knew that was a big deal. And this time he was picking on the Sandman, who was obviously the wrong person to pick on. He was strong. Annie knew from experience and had the scars to prove it. It was surprising how someone so small could pack such a punch. definitely not what she had been expecting. Annie still remembered to first encounter with the Guardians, fresh and humiliating in her mind.
"Are you sure you want to go through with his, baby?" Annie said unsure to Pitch. He looked down at her sternly before giving her a quick 'of course.' It was a shitty plan. A really shitty plan. Annie couldn't believe the shittiness of this shitty plan. He wanted to attack the Guardians head on. The plan was that there was no plan, no set strategy, just an attack.
It couldn't really be called an ambush, not with just Annie and Pitch going in. A better name would probably be a mistake, or maybe a really shitty plan. It was embarrassing. Pitch was usually such a smart man.
"This is a really bad idea, you know that right?" Annie said, her irritation rising at his stupidity. Pitch didn't have any specific power, he was really just scary. Even will Annie's unbelievable power, they were easily outnumbered and would be even more easily overpowered. It was a really shitty idea.
It was around Christmas time, so all four Guardians would be at the Pole helping North with his usual jolly preparations. Pitch reasoned that they would be caught of guard, giving Annie and himself an advantage. "No, no it won't." Annie had said, trying to talk him out of such a shitty plan. But Pitch didn't give up. It was annoying, not being listened to. The beating that came after silenced her quickly. Why not just let him fail? So she allowed him to go through with this terribly shitty plan.
It probably would've been easy if Annie had just drained their energy. It wouldv'e taken only a few seconds. But no, Pitch said to make it last, to savor his glory. So she got stuck with using melee weapons and it disgusted her knowing that the most she could do was throw a few knives with her mind and fly (which she had gotten quite good at, an expert even.) But she went through with this shitty plan to prove a point.
They broke into the workshop easily with Annie's powers. Pitch had almost squealed with joy when he saw the Guardians standing in a circle in the main room of the shop drinking hot chocolate. The smell of the beverage was tempting and Annie even considered ditching Pitch to join them. They wouldn't accept her of course, but she could have tried. But no, the beating Annie would get after that would be life threatening if not deadly. She wasn't stupid. She knew better. But maybe the angry sex afterwards would be worth it. No, no, Annie shook silly thoughts out of her head quickly before she foolishly acted upon them. It wasn't the time to think about sex. Honestly, even in death Annie's hormones didn't give up. Being frozen at the age of sixteen surely was a curse.
Annie was suddenly forced out her of any thoughts by Pitch's signal, basically just a wave. It was silly really, as if saying, 'hey, I'm gunna ambush you know, okay?' Well, not ambush, but partake in a really shitty idea. So they silently slithered around the giggling group, waiting for the correct moment to strike.
"Ei, I still have over six million more toys to make." North said tiredly, not that he made the toys so Annie didn't particularly know what he was complaining about. Maybe just whining to his friends. Obviously the Tooth Fairy and Sandman had it the worst, working everyday rather than just once a year. Whatever, it wasn't like her opinion really mattered at the moment. Slowly Annie rose behind North, still not seen by the group because of his size. He was like a huge, jolly curtain.
"Do you really have the energy for that?" Annie said in a low tone, allowing a billowing black energy to engulf her legs like smoke. It had no purpose, it was just for effect. Annie had to say that she was pretty badass, not to mention awesome for thinking of such an amazing pun. The Guardians probably didn't get the joke based on the way they instantly attacked. So she backed up and began throwing knives and flying just as she was instructed to do. She managed to do some damange to Tooth's feathers and wings, North's beard, and even clipped Bunny's ear a bit. Sandy was left untouched because, well, he was made of sand. Annie was pretty quickly pinned down by the team, without the help of Pitch. And where the hell was he? Gone. Probably back under his shitty old bed hiding from this shitty plan. What a shitty guy. She rolled her eyes at his stupidity once again and sank into the floor, completely blending with the colors and energy around her. Once outside (in the freezing cold) She flew all the way back to Pennsylvania in the Summer, leaving her sweating and dehydrated. Pitch was once again at his desk planing when Annie barged in.
"What the fuck!" She screamed loudly at him, hair and clothes clinging to her sweaty forehead.
The beating had been short but rough. Annie was used to it honestly. A few bruises were nothing compared to what he had done at his worst. And yet here Annie was, sitting back and allowing yet another shitty plan to go down. She vaguely wondered what kind of beating she would get this time. Would it be worse than after all the other terribly shitty failed plans or would this one be worse, history-making even.
Either way, Annie was going to stand and take it, allow him to take out his frustrations on her, knowing that she had been right. That's what made it worth it; knowing that she was right. And she almost always was. She may even be looking forward to it. Was she a masochist? Maybe. She wasn't really sure exactly what she was. definitely not miserable or weak.
Annie decided that she could leave anytime she wanted if she wasn't connected with that idiot, but she was. It wasn't emotional (though, maybe it was a bit.) It was purely of the soul, connected. Not in a mushy-gushy kind of way, they were quite literally connected at the soul. Not only would leaving him be mentally painful it would be physically excruciating. So yes, she could leave anytime, she just would really rather not. Annie was not a masochist, she knew that now. No way in hell was she going through that amount of pain just to get away from some beatings. No, she wasn't a masochist. Not at all.
"Pitchy, you know I'm usually right when it comes to your plans." Annie said softly, sitting on the edge of the huge desk. Usually, try always. "Not to mention the fact that you are totally posing on Sandy." She continued, using some of that new, hip slang. Posin' on his swag. Pitch ruffled his crazy black hair, not liking how it was beginning to fall into his eyes.
"Would you just shut up?" He said sharply, his irritation matching her own as he glared up at her. She glared back, resulting in an intense stare down. Finally Pitch gave. "Get out of my office." He said with a shove; causing her to clamber off of his desk on onto the floor with a loud thud. "And make me a drink would ya?" He said harshly before turning back to his beautiful drawings.
Okay, so maybe Annie liked when Pitch hit her.
But she was definitely not a masochist.
This chapter is my favorite so far because I think it really get's into Annie's thoughts and personality when it comes to Pitch's plans. I wanted to show how spending hundreds of years with someone like Pitch would probably change someone. Also, I didn't count how many times the word 'shit' or any variation of the word was used in the chapter but it was certainly a lot.
Totally off topic, did you guys see Miley Cyrus at the VMA's? Sweet nibblets that girl is getting out of hand, am I right? Whatever, I still like the song Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke. Listen to it if you haven't already which is probably a stretch. It is always blasting somewhere.