Rise of a Guardian: Chapter ten

~Pitch's Plan~

A blood-curtailing scream ripped through the air, piercing the still silence of the still new morning. It tore from the air any ropes that carried a sign of happiness or hope, and just left you hollow from fear on the inside. It was the scream of the man who brought all fear, and all nightmares.

It was the scream of Pitch Black.

And in one furious, enraged scream he let out all of his fiery frustration and anger towards a irresponsible meddlesome boy. And this boy just so happened to be the obnoxious immortal spirit, Jack Frost.

Jack was flying away with his ticket to being believed in in front of his eyes, and he couldn't do a single thing about it. If he attacked he would be easily overtaken by the both of them. Just one of them, he could take alone. Both? No way.

He was so close, so close, to getting her one his side. He had been planing for months for this moment, and Jack just came along and ruined it without a second thought.

He held his head in his hands and tried to control his passionate fury at the boy. He was going to scare away his own NightMares if he continued this behavior.

He straightened himself again and regained his composure, trying to hide his intense anger from the animals of fear. It would arouse them too much, and when they got aroused they where hard to control. But his fiery wrath burned evilly in his blue and golden eyes as he watched the two soar into the sky, no fear in their souls at all.

He rubbed his temples and tried to think. He had to completely change his plan now. Emma was gone, and her fear was decreasing by the second.He could feel it melting away from her body like snow in the sun, fear he had been implanting into her for months now. Now, he had poisoned her soul months and months ago with fear. It secretly had been working inside her soul, and he could tell.  When he had fist found Emma she was fearless, and now she was as frightened as a helpless kitten at anything and everything. She wouldn't even dare to fly. Now she radiated courage as she soared through the skies with Jack.

The fear had become so powerful, she could have been taken over in a matter of weeks, maybe even days. But now it would take months to possibly get her back to the state she once was just earlier today. Jack had ruined everything in a matter of minutes that he had taken months and months to do. And he didnt have that kind of time on his hands to repeat the process.

He groaned and summoned his NightMare to him. He had to get out of this sun, it was giving him a horrible headache. The birds and animals had recovered from his scream and where now chattering away happily, it made him sick to hear such joy.

He had to think fast and act quickly before they reached the pole, Jack would probably fly there slowly for her.

His steed approached slowly, ironically fearful of another outbreak from his master. All of the others had run off at his scream of rage moments ago.

Pitch mounted his faithful steed and then they both melted into the ground, leaving the dreaded light from above and retreating into the safety of the inky black darkness below. Down deep into the earth, to the very lair of the legendary Boogeyman.

For a moment there was nothing but eerie silence, but as they reached their destination there was an echo of the clomp of hooves on stone marble. Black stone marble to be precise, everything in Pitches lair was black as night. Everything except for the disgusting lights that flickered on the metal globe that just had to sit in the very center of his cave. But the worst part about this source of light was that not one, not one,  of those little lights flickered for him.

He dismounted and walked to the globe, glaring at it with a look of pure loathing. But there was some other emotion in his piercing gaze, illuminated by the millions of tiny lights. Longing? Loneliness? Regret?

He turned away from the large florescent globe, and squinted his eyes shut as if trying to block out the painful emotions. Every time he saw the globe was like pouring salt into one of his old wounds, a wound that would never heal.

He had to hurry, and formulate a new plan before it was too late to act upon it. He rushed to the opposite end of his lair, where his office resided. He merged into different shadows, swiftly phased through walls, and was there in a matter of seconds. He loved his home, but it was a lonely existence. His huge libraries and long hallways where empty, and he longed for someone else to be there with him.

He burst into the study and bulleted to his desk. It was a handsome room, with large stone pillars lining the walls and a beautiful black mirrored floor. An eerie green glow emitted from all the cracks in the walls and the perfect floor, illuminating the different pillars and details in the walls. But the best feature of this room was the view at the back suspended between two pillars.

It showed a dark purple galaxy, with blue and gold swirling ground in it, almost like Pitch's eyes. There where tendrils of black sand floating in the empty space, constantly changing and transforming into different positions. Yellow eyes peered out of the sand, and you could almost hear them, or it, whispering to one another.

But Pitch wasn't here for the scenery, he was here for his notes. He rushed to his worktable and sat down. The table was overflowing in his unorganized thoughts. Diagrams, checklists, sketches, charts, calculations, everything. He clawed through them all looking over the detail and trying to calculate his next move. Papers where flying everywhere as he tried to gather all of his information together . He was wasting precious time that could not be replaced.

He slumped down in his chair tried to go over all over the information inside his overloaded brain. He just had to get her back.

His original plan had been simple enough. He wasn't intending to drown the girl. But when she defied him and his fear and went out onto the ice he had to do something to put her back into her place. Her willpower was getting too powerful, and she had no fear. Her courage was strong, and he couldn't let her feel so fearless and brave, or else he would never be able to get a firm hold on her.

The plan was that the nightmare sand would pull her under until she passed out, then he would bring her back up. When she would wake up he would tell her about how he had saved her. He would have told her about how her bravery almost had killed her and how she should always be fearful or else she would die. Then she would have joined with him to make all of the other kids fearful 'so they would be safe' and they would 'never be brave and try to do anything that would get them hurt'. Something stupidly mushy and gooshy.

It was a brilliant plan, but there was one problem. One really annoying, immortal problem. A boy named Jack Frost.

Pitch groaned. He had been so close! Anger bubbled inside of him. When he got his hands on that boy he would wish he had never even been born! Well..... reborn.

But now he had to try to look on the bright side and see the possibilities that came with this new challenge. Well, Jack would probably take her to the pole, and she would meet the other guardians. They would probably take her in, like they had taken in Jack. But how could he use this to his advantage?

Well, she would become close to those pathetic guardians. Then she would probably do anything for them... That was an advantage. And they would become close to her, and so they wouldn't want to harm her even if she became evil. And plus, he knew her worst fear. And what a fear it was! He had never felt such a powerful fear! And it only grew around Jack. That was three advantages.

Pitch smiled evilly, his sharp features illuminated in the green gleam from the walls and floor.

Maybe this would work out after all. Maybe, this was better than his original plan.

And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be alone for very much longer.