*Note I still don't own Rise Of The Guardians… sighs sadly.. :(
There are suggestions of torture plans Pitch had planned … You have been warned…
Jack's POV
"Jack! Jack! Up! Jack!" I smiled at Sophie as she reached up to me.
Her hair sprouted every which way on one side, and completely neat and combed on the other from having slept on that side during her nap. I had been hanging out with her and Jamie all day, they'd had a rather interesting weekend caused early by a particular snowstorm earlier that week… Not that there was anything wrong with a little snow day for my favorite part of the world… Their parents had not been home all day because of the unexpectedness of the snow day they had gotten. So they were at work…Plus, it was a while ago since I had some quality time with my favorite believer … We had spent part of their day in the snow making snowmen and having snowball fights with the other children who even went back to the 'elf city' that yours truly had created for them, but now it was around five and twilight had taken over the sky. And so Jamie and Sophie were inside with me carrying Sophie close in my arms as I let the wind suspend me in the air on my back while I made it snow in Jamie's room. Jamie was on his bed with his sketchpad in hand and he was continuously looking up at the both of us. I let Sophie and myself float for a while longer, deciding to let go of Sophie to pretend to swim in circles and then make air angels with a silly face on for Sophie's entertainment. She giggled and then got distracted by a snowflake. A snowflake that was perfectly crystallized, small, frail, and most completely, and marvelously, there. It glided up right into her face with a small grace. She stared at it and when it landed on her nose, her face went from curious to content accompanied by a cross-eyed smile. I smiled back. Then I set us both down on Jamie's azure blue carpet. She looked about ready for sleep, and I had no doubt the Sandman would soon send in his sand for them. But as I felt my back reach the silky carpet, I heard someone other than Sophie calling my name. It was a distant, far away sound… I squinted my eyes and tried to listen harder…
"Jack! Jack! I'm scared! Jack!"
Suddenly, the comforting, tepid, smooth carpet was not so inviting anymore… And the air was crisp and cool. My back was tense and I was concentrated on keeping calm…
"It's okay… It's okay, you're gonna be okay…" I said as l looked into the eyes of my sister, Emma.
"No its not!"
I looked at her. Really looked at her. And said, "Would I lie to you?"
"Yes! You trick me all the time!" She responded.
I flinched at that. It was true in a way… I looked back at her.
"Well…well not this time. We…we're gonna play a little game." I said, encouraging her.
"Jack!" She sounded accusing…
"It's okay, everything's gonna be okay. I-I promise." I said as I tested the ice by leaning in the direction of my Shepard's crook. I looked back at her and said, "Its as easy as one… " I took a step and the ice split with a deafening sound in our midst… "Two.." I took another step and the cracked ice spread.. "Three!" I jumped in the direction of my staff and skates. I was safe, but now was the time to worry about Emma. I gazed back at her with my winning smile. "Okay, now its your turn.." I said calmly while grabbing my staff. "One.." She tried to move, but the ice cracked… "Jack.." She was terrified.. "Its okay… Two…" The ice cracked again. "Jack!" She barely managed to not scream… "Three!" I used my staff and yanked her towards me, the very ice that I was standing on, safety.
We both stood still for a moment, making sure the other was okay, and then I stood up and was about to laugh in relief, but it just so happens that I had landed myself in the very spot she was in moments ago, and I fell; The ice giving way beneath me. The last words I remember hearing her-or anyone say, "Jack! Jack!" Emma! Oh God let her be okay. Just let her be okay… My vision was getting blurry…And my eyesight slowly vanished…
I gasped myself body needing more oxygen than I thought possible because I just lost her, I don't know where she is, if she's okay, and oh my God I saved her, but where is -"Ah. Your fear is wonderful. Jack. It truly is. Very much like waking up to a bit of fresh air-don't you think?" Pitch motioned with a smirk showing his satisfaction of the terrible pun he made.
Pitch. Oh Man In The Moon. It is Pitch. Oh hell no, Pitch. If you think its gonna be that easy, you have another thing coming…
I quickly put my cocky smile on, gained my composter, and looked Pitch dead in the eyes, while saying in my most courageous voice.
"Why yes. Yes it is."
Pitch's POV
Rage. It was rage that consumed him from those words. "Well you'd best not get used to it boy, because there will be many nights worse then that from now on.."
And-oh, there's the crack. Jack looked at his surroundings. Paying attention are we? Finally. "I was originally going to save the more grotesque dreams for later, but since you seem to be so insistent that your dream was pleasant, I might just give you another one, because you seem to need the resilience by the way you are spacing out…" I drawled. Practically purring when I took in the way that Jack truly did look lost in his surroundings by finally paying attention to the lair. As I said this, I commanded my shadows to form behind Jack, but make sure they were blended in with the walls of the lair so they could pounce in just the right moment if need be. There was no reply for a while longer and I was beginning to just think that Jack had literally lost it for a second there. I mean sure a minute or two gather yourself together, but seriously Jack? Almost three minutes had passed and I began to wonder if I could use different methods of torture on the boy to make him physiologically insane instead of having to go about the business of using physical pain because anyone can get used to that, I can deal with physical pain, its mental pain that gets etched into your brain forever, so you could even feel suffering when there is not actual suffering occurring to you years after the problem has resolved itself… Yes, mental torture, but when I get bored of that, then we shall see about the physical torture… I wonder.. Would he scream my name if I tied him to his own staff, impaled him with a knie, and let the desert beat out on him for a few days? Completely alone and with no one to talk to for almost a week-with no respite about it except for a possible nightmare? Yes that sounds about right-"I can see you know. I know what you are doing. You want revenge don't you? You want revenge for what I did to you-what the Guardians did to you. For making the children not believe in you again? Are you serious Pitch? You want revenge for something we don't actually control? If the children do not believe in us they do not see us, and only if they believe on some crazy miracle that you are real and actually have a purpose-do they acknowledge your existence! We couldn't make the children believe in you if we tried! Do not blame your downfall on us. We had no control over that. Only the children…"
Any reservations the Nightmare King had about putting to sleep his new visitor were just about washed away as the sand from a wave on the beach.. However, he was no idiot. Might as well teach this one a lesson.
"Young, young Jack. Do you not think that I am capable of intelligence? Do you not believe that I had realized that already over my years on this planet? And do you not see that the reason that I am angry is because they were the one's that stole the spotlight? That they were the ones that came in and distracted the children with fancy little toys and memories and wonder? They made the children forget about me. No I am not looking to be the ruler of the world, or relive some of my 'glory days' I am looking to be remembered in the hands of even the tiniest child. I am looking for remembrance of fear. I am looking for payback. And what is repayment for stealing the spotlight? Remembrance. To be remembered for the fear I brought. To be remembered is to stay in the hearts and souls of the children forever. To be seen. To be believed in again. Now Jack, that is what I am looking for. Because everyone leaves. They all do. But if they remember, I will still be here, as I am always here. No matter if there is no more shadows. No matter if The Man In The Moon or the Guardians are long gone. To be remembered, is the greatest gift of all. Because even when they are gone, at least they know enough that there is always that one thing clawing at their insides. Fear."
"Remembrance..." Jack said with longing… Looking out into the dark of the lair and it was then that Pitch found the boy rather charming with that distant look of his. The way that Jack was looking slightly up and out, his hair somehow still glinting with the moonlight's rays even though none penetrated here in the lair. The way Jack looked about with some strange form of an emotion that the Nightmare King could not place. Probably unable to place it by the fact he had not been in contact with others in a while-other than his nightmare. But if he had to guess the emotion was filled with a pleasant pain, the type of pain where you could wish as much as you wanted, however, never get what you need, but you were okay with not gaining that need… The Nightmare King was stumped. He had known the grief that came with missing someone or something. But he could not deal with such a calm that the frost sprite attained. Suddenly, the Nightmare King realized his credible distance of personal space was starting to be invaded by none other than the frost spirit himself.
"What are you doing boy? Why do you remember suffering with such a calm? How do you do that?"
Jack's face contorted from showing nostalgia quickly to one of surprise. "You have never known love? Are you serious?"
Pitch felt his hesitance in the answer, knowing the reaction from Jack will worsen in its soon growing supply…
"No. I have never known love."
Jack's face then became one of sympathy; pity. And if there is anything Pitch could not stand, it was pity. Pity for him, The Nightmare King of all people…
Jack's POV
With that Jack began to inch closer, and as the space between The Nightmare King and the frost spirit became less and less existent, Pitch had probably realized that Jack had created a little ice dagger just in case-he was in his lair after all, but it was worth a try anyways. After the next step, I felt something caress the hand that I had my dagger in. Oops. Distraction time…
"Maybe that's why…" I said in thought, as I kept coming nearer.
"Maybe what's why what?" Pitch asked looking rather uninterested, however his tone told me he was just really good at hiding it…
"Maybe the reason that you want remembrance and payback is because you don't remember that you felt or have known love. Maybe that is why you became this." I said now convinced by my own words. I actually think he had met someone or something that he felt love towards, but only doesn't remember it because of the shadows that he has, or maybe… I heard my breath hitch…
"Jack." Pitch looked warily at me…So I feared this..saying this, but…it has to be said…
"Maybe that is because of the shadows, maybe you don't remember being loved but you had to have been something before you were The Nightmare King… Maybe you are like me."
There. Said it.
"Enough of this foolishness about feelings…" Pitch turned his head, and dismissed the conversation with the wave of his hand. He may have dismissed it with his demeanor, however I heard the edginess in his voice all the same.
"D-did you ever want to feel the love of another?" I asked as I continued my slow approach, letting the dagger be a grounding reminder that I was in dangerous territory… Woah, get a grip of yourself Frost. Comon, man up. I reached his side and I placed my hand in a whisper of a touch at the top of his right arm and slid it slowly down… He shuddered, then the shadows around us moved.
"Frost, I was looking for payback… Will you do me one better?" Pitch's voice had acquired a rather husky tone as he reached for my quickly tightening pants. And then he stroked it with his pointer finger, just let the concentrated reach go and let his finger graze slightly over that spot all the while looking at me in the eyes and I nearly lost it right there. I inhaled through my nose. And his hand moved with my intake of breath, beginning another stroke, the very same… "I shall take that as a yes then?" Pitch stated gently. I nodded. And that was when I felt the coiling shadow tendrils touching around my ankles, embracing my torso, sensually moving around my hands, and a gentle touch on my butt, simply holding it… Pitch pressed completely to my front. I blushed. He was a bit bigger than I thought… Apparently he had understood some of the fear that I had about that and he chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll make sure that this is pleasant, and that you are fully stretched and ready. Especially since you have created for us that little toy of yours." Pitch said confidently smirking and leaning closer and closer smirking as his lips hovered over my ear and grabbed the 'dagger' I had made earlier which had begun to melt since I lost my concentration on maintaining it's temperature and so it had become…. Oh. That's what he was planning… My face was probably frosted over with a light tint of pink blush by now and I was abruptly even more self-conscious than earlier… I glanced away ashamed...
Pitch tsked. "Come now Jack, we have not even begun and you are already being shy."
"S-sorry." I stuttered. I gazed back up at Pitch's figure to see him smile in approval of my action.
"That's the spirit." Pitch said as he wrapped an arm around me and we teleported through the shadows…
And you all probably hate me now that I have stopped right there… *Grabs metal tray, dodges scissors and a tomato as well as a 15lb brick-"HEY! I could have died!" Then disappears behind desk and computer muttering to self about next chapter you will get your smut…