~ Couple Weeks Ago ~
The young, unconscious man, known as Hans, was brought into the motel room and placed in a chair. His captors tied him up, not a care in the world that he was their brother. The only thing on their minds was money. Money that Hans was also after when he was pursuing Anna. Elsa was his first choice, but he could tell at first glance that she was not one to give in easily. Anna on the hand he knew would be a piece of cake.
But of course, his desire for Elsa, the desire of wanting something he is unable to have (which usually gets the best of him), blinded him and he did something he only somewhat regrets. But then someone came to her rescue and beat the shit out of him, knocking him out briefly. He wasn't able to see who it was and was too banged up to run after them when they took off. And when he finally came to, people were beginning to venture into the hotel's stairway to see what all the commotion was about. Thus the reason why the rescuer had simply left him there. Hans knew he'd be dead otherwise.
Hans didn't have enough time to come up with an elaborate story or to run away as well, so he told the, somewhat, truth. He told authorities that he witnessed Elsa getting harassed and pushed down the stairs and came to her rescue. He told them that he couldn't see the other person's face and that they had fought. He told them that the unknown person had ran off. Everything was true except his part. That it was him who was the actual harasser. Not the rescuer at all.
He talked with Anna and her family for a bit, all of whom were grateful for him helping Elsa, not knowing the real truth that he's the reason she had gotten hurt in the first place; and afterwards, he left the hospital after being patched up. Going on the run.
He knew that as soon as Elsa woke up, she'd tell the real truth, and he needed to leave as soon as possible. He regrets acting so stupidly, ruining his own plan of marrying into money, but he couldn't help it. Seeing the heiress squirm because of him, the power he felt…it sent a euphoric wave through his body. He wasn't exactly happy to be on the run, but for a moment it was so worth it. The thought of finding Elsa and doing it again has kept him up for nights.
Unfortunately, he was found by his brothers who kidnapped him with ease.
And now, his unconscious body awaits for the Boogeyman.
Someone he knows.
His math teacher.
Mr. Black.
Pitch Black.
Also known as.
The Drug King.
The Nightmare King.
The Shadow-man.
The Boogeyman.
A man who was once friends with Elsa, Anna, and Rapunzel's parents when they were younger. A man who fell in love with Elsa's mother Iduna. A man who she rejected. And when the time is right, he'll make sure Elsa doesn't reject him. Not like her mother did.
And while he still hates Iduna for rejecting his love, he can't help but still love her. After all these years, she's still who he dreams about. And Elsa…she's the splitting image of her mother, minus the hair. Sometimes at night, the image between the two of them changes, going back and forth between mother and daughter.
Sometimes he thinks that Elsa is Iduna who is merely in disguise. He knows a thing or two about disguises…
Pitch Black watched as his favorite twins tied up their brother and waited a few moments afterwards to study the damage he had done to Hans when he harmed Elsa. The bruises on the boy's face were satisfying to him, and he couldn't wait to add more.
"Wake him up," he says as he pulls a chair to place in front of Hans.
Patchy, the brother with the eye patch, places a vial of smelling salts under Hans's nose, which causes the boy to frantically awaken from his unconsciousness. Hans twists in his binds and looks around the room in a panic, and when his eyes land on the three men, his panic turns to confusion.
"What…what the hell is going on?" He struggles against his restraints harder, hissing at the pain in his wrists as the duct tape and rope cut and burned his skin. "Let me go now!"
Pitch chuckles at the stupidity. "My, my, where are your manners? Haven't you ever heard of the word please?"
Hans snarls. "What the fuck is going on? Why are you doing this?" He looks to his older brothers. " What is going on?! Why are you guys here?!"
But the twin men remained silent. But Hans…he's used to the silence in his family, used to being ignored and…powerless. His eyes go back to his teacher. "You're not a teacher at all, are you?"
Because why the hell is his math teacher and older brothers doing with him tied to a chair?!
"You're smart, Hans," says Pitch, his eyes almost glowing with boiling anger that is waiting to burst. "But dumb enough to touch what's mine. To hurt what's mine."
Hans was confused. The entire situation was too much. "What's yours? What the hell are you going on about?"
Knuckles collide with jaw. Hans didn't even know it had happened until he tasted the blood in his mouth and felt the throbbing pain right after. Pitch had punched him, and now he's standing over him, leaning down so they're eye to eye. "Connect the dots, boy. You're on the run because you hurt someone. That someone is special to me. Figure it out."
It didn't take him long. Just a second. "Elsa? Is this what this is about? You're with the cops aren't you?" His eyes slide over to his brothers standing by the door, smirking in delight. "No," he realizes, knowing his brothers well, despite them being absent most of his life, "my brothers would never side with cops. You're a hit man or—"
" I," Pitch interrupts, as he calmly sits back down, "am the King of the Drug cartel here in Pennsylvania. I've made an entirely new empire, built from scratch since I was in my teens. I have people lurking in every corner of every shadow, and have had many secret identities and occupations throughout the years. It's how I find my recruits and to stay hidden. Right now my occupation is a bloody high school math teacher, but it's only temporary. Plus, teenagers…well they are so easily manipulated and influenced. Perfect subjects to secretly expose my drug to. And with how bad the teacher shortage is, becoming a teacher was quite easy. I took the job hoping to expand my drug. Shadow-Sand."
"Shadow-Sand?" Hans repeats, cringing at the name. Yeah, that's bad one. Was that the best he could come up with?
Pitch reaches into the inside pocket of his black suit and pulls out a tiny bag filled with black powder. "It's like cocaine, but better and black and with a shimmer that almost resembles sand. It's stronger and will make you addicted within 6 to 12 hours."
"And why exactly are you telling me this?" Hans says, not impressed and more annoyed than scared now.
Pitch puts the bag back inside his pocket and leans forward. "So you can get to know me, of course! Just as I am going to get to know you. We're going to be seeing a lot of each other, after all. Plus, I have nothing to fear." He smiles, sinisterly, and flashes his sharp teeth. "I bring fear. But anyways, if you value your life you're going to be working for me now. So what do you say?"
"Excuse me?" Hans scoffs, confused again. "Why on earth would I work for you?"
Like a switch, Pitch is angry and violent again. Pitch slaps him across the face, so hard it left a mark, and snarls at the boy. "You're going to work for me because you don't have a choice. It's either that or die, and I'd much rather keep you alive so you can do my bidding. Consider it punishment for harming Elsa. And don't worry, you'll have more freedom with me than in jail. It's a win for you actually. I'm being considerate."
Hans tries his best to ignore the stinging pain in his cheek. "What even is she to you? You said she was someone special. A lover? You fucking pedophile—"
"Says the one who, from what it appeared to me, was going to rape her." Pitch growls out.
Hans's eyes go wide with realization. "Wait, it…it was you in the staircase with us, wasn't it? You who had save her from me and—"
"And me who should have beaten you to death rather than let you live. But alas, I cannot change the past. I can only forge my future."
"And what exactly do you have in mind for this future of yours?"
Pitch smiles creepily again, sending chills up Hans spine and while he knew it was the trick of the light, it almost appeared as if Pitch's eyes were glowing, dim and gold. They were definitely glowing with madness. Wickedness. Power-hungry.
"You'll see."