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Bad Romance	By : Zaikia Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 2127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1
You’d think that after one who commits suicide, ESPECIALLY after shooting themselves in the head, they would find themselves in the scalding, fiery pits of hell.
But no.
I found myself face to face with the moon. Its light shown bright down on my floating body, my legs and arms felt light, my whole body felt light. I almost wanted to fall asleep, because I felt so light.
“Where am I?” my voice echoed as I spoke, but my mouth didn’t move. It seemed my thoughts were echoing in the warm light of the moon.
You are in Limbo young child. You committed suicide, a tragic way of dying for someone so young. A warm, male voice spoke and it also echoed.
I scoffed. “Someone so young? I’m 19……I’m not really so young.”
You are still so young. You still had a life ahead of you.
“What kind of life was one full of sorrow and sadness and hatred….?”
Your strength. You held on this long and now you will be brought back…as the Spirit of Strength.
“Spirit of Strength…?” I gasped silently. “Wait! Don’t tell me yer sending me to the Rise of the Guardians universe!”
I am and I need you to do one favor for me.
I sighed. “Sure, what is it?”
You know who and what he is, now and formerly. Take good care of him.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”
My voice echoed in the moonlight and then my eyes seemed to shut on their own and all I saw was whiteness. Then, my eyes shot open and I found myself lying on my back in the woods.
Sunshine was creeping through the top of the trees, sending rays of daylight into the woods. I heard the sound the water trickling, a river maybe? I lifted my head a bit and glanced over to the left, seeing a small river.
“God!” I exclaimed and then crawled over to the river, scooping a cup full into my hands and drinking it. Man, this water was good and clean. I took another couple scoops of the water and then panted slightly, wiping my mouth. “That felt good….”
I knelt over the water, glancing at my reflection. I looked the same age, 19 and instead of dark brown hair, my long, straight hair was now a midnight black and still reached to my thighs. My long bangs that reached both my chin and shoulders and they were a dark red. Even my eyes were also, dark red.
I’m guessing my signature colors were red and black because I wore an outfit consisting of black skinny jeans with black knee-high boots, a red and black plaid shirt that was buttoned up to my chest with a red tank top underneath and the sleeves ended at my elbows.
My skin was even paler than I last remembered. I lifted a hand and touched my chest where the bullet had gone through and felt nor saw any scar that indicated I had shot myself. I wonder what they will do when they find my body….I thought.
Hmmm, maybe they’ll freak out and cry and sob because they’re the reason you pulled a gun on yourself. My conscious informed me.
Yeah………then they’ll be sorry for what they did. I sighed and stood up, brushing my hands off. “So what should we do….? I mean, where can we go..?”
Well, we ARE in the woods. Maybe we can find Jack Frost.
I scoffed. “I don’t want to find Jack Frost…I wanna punch that little fucker across the face.”
Right! Because of what he did to Pitch Black!
“We both cried when we found out his back story….”
True that. Well my Shell, shall we go find the Boogeyman’s lair?
I shrugged. “Nothing else better to do.”
……………………….
It was an hour, no longer, no less when I finally came across the entrance to the Boogeyman’s lair. “Guess the movie was also right. Boogeyman…..the entrance, all ya gotta look for is a damn broken bed covering a hole in the middle of the woods.”
I don’t think many people can see it. The Guardians and Spirits, yeah but not regular humans.
“Good point, yeah.” I mumbled and carefully, I climbed underneath the bed and climbed down into the hole. It was dark. Well yeah, what else would it be? The infamous Boogeyman lives down here.
Again, why am I talking to my conscious? Pfft, she’s the only thing that usually gets me by through hard times.
I wonder how long it’s been since the movie. My conscious wondered and I could literally image a chibi form of her thinking deeply.
I shrugged that thought out of my head and continued down the hole. “I’ve been wondering that-.”
Before I could finish, my foot slipped and I lost my balance on the wall and I cried out and groaned as I fell straight to the bottom, scraping my arm on a piece of sharp rock and then landed on my back with a thud.
“Owww……..god…..”
You okay?
I glared mentally at her. “Does it look like I’m okay?! My back better not be broken….” I grumbled and tried several times before I managed to roll onto my stomach (Yay, my back wasn’t broken!) and get myself into a sitting position. “Okay, my back isn’t broken.”
Whew! I was worried!
“Oh shut up….”
I held a hand to my bleeding arm and looked around for something to bind it with. I found myself in a sort of living room area, with gothic chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
“Wow….Pitch really has some nice taste.”
‘Course he would.
“Didn’t ask for your opinion….” I mumbled and saw a piece of cloth hanging on one of the end tables. I picked it up and glanced at my arm, seeing the bloody gash. I wrapped the cloth tightly around my arm and then winced when I tightened it to keep pressure on it. “Okay, problem number 1 solved.”
What’s number 2?
“Gotta find Pitch.”
Oh……and when we do, what are ya gonna tell him? Oh hello Pitch Black, my name is Shell and I found you and I want to have a relationship with you and can we go on-?
“Shut the fuck up conscious!” I hissed, silencing her.
Fine……….
She went to go pout in a corner.
I rolled my dark red orbs and decided to head down a hallway, hoping I would find a room that contained Pitch. I must’ve been walking for hours when it was really only a half-hour. I sighed heavily, my shoulders slumping. “I’m never gonna find him.”
Conscious didn’t say anything, so I assumed she was probably pissed at me. Oh well. I took a couple more steps when I suddenly heard the snort of a horse.
“Hmm?” I glanced ahead of me and saw one of Pitch’s Nightmares.
Is that one of his Nightmares?
“Yeah…….” I mumbled and the Nightmare snorted again, walking into a room. I followed the Nightmare into the room and it was gone. But I looked around the room and realized it was a bedroom.
And lying in the middle of the fucking bed was a motionless Pitch Black; covered in deep, dark bruises and scars.
Well……..looks like we found him.
Yes….fuck, he looks like shit. I bet those Nightmares gave him quite a beating at the end of the movie. It can’t have been too long after he was dragged away. I frowned, speaking mentally to Conscious.
Yeah, yer right Shell.
I quietly and carefully went around to the side of the bed, gazing down at the Boogeyman’s motionless form. Carefully, I leaned forwards a bit and gently pressed two fingers to his neck, begging mentally for a pulse.
And very faintly, I could feel one.
I took my hand away and brushed the same hand through my hair. Okay Conscious, what should I do?
I dunno, let me think. Hmmmmm………….hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…………kiss him.
My eyes widened as I felt heat creep onto my face. Are you fucking nuts?! I’m NOT kissing him! This ain’t fucking Sleeping Beauty!
Well he is sleeping………and he is a beauty.
Fuck you! I ain’t doing it!
Then how the hell are we gonna wake him up genius?
I………..I don’t know! Why are you asking me?!
I thought so. So ya gotta kiss him hun, there ain’t no other way.
My face heated up even more and I glared mentally at Conscious. I glanced down at Pitch’s motionless form and almost wanted to scream out in frustration. If I did this, I would be giving my very first kiss to the infamous Boogeyman.
Fine, I’ll do it.
You can fuck him also.
CONSCIOUS!
Relax, I’m joking.
I huffed and glared at Conscious, then glanced back down at the Nightmare King. “I can’t believe I’m doing this…..” I muttered and then carefully put a knee on the bed, leaning over the man’s form. I felt my face heat up more as I clenched the bed sheets on either side of him and slowly lowered my face down.
I really fucking hate you right now.
I know. I love you too.
I just growled quietly and then leaned down more, my lips just a mere couple inches away from his. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, then closed the gap, pressing my lips shyly to his. Well, there goes my first kiss.
His lips felt cold while mine felt warm. He’s so cold………
It ain’t working! Kiss harder!
I curled my lip a little in a snarl, yelling mentally back at Conscious. However, I never felt nor saw Pitch’s arm twitch and then move very slowly up to my head.
Look, maybe if you use tongue-
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! WHO USES TONGUE ON THE FIRST KISS?! I SURE AS HELL DON’T!
Yeah, well you might wanna pay more attention to Pitch instead of me.
I was just about to ask her what that meant as I pulled away slightly from those cold lips, but then a somewhat larger hand wound itself into my black and red hair and forced my lips back on Pitch’s again.
Oh fuck, is he awake?!
I don’t think so. I think he’s dreaming.
I was about to question her again when I felt movement against my lips and I was shocked to find that, indeed, the Boogeyman was kissing me back and a bit harder than I expected.
Holy fuck………
He MUST be dreaming.
I scrunched my eyes shut tighter and clenched the bed sheets also as I moved my lips also, silently hoping Pitch wouldn’t kill me for this. I could feel my face as if it were on fire and the hand in my hair tightened its grip slightly and forced me down harder against his lips, where I suddenly felt something slick and wet swipe across my bottom lip.
Oh hell no! He is not using tongue on me!
Looks like he uses tongue on the first kiss. Conscious snickered.
I tried to pull away, but the hand in my hair wasn’t loosening its grip or letting go anytime soon. I felt the other hand touch my side and without warning, it slipped underneath my shirt. That caused a gasp to escape from the back of my throat, accidentally parting my lips. I was too late to correct my mistake as a slick appendage slid through my lips and into my mouth, invading the territory.
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK….oh god…….
A small moan was forced out of my mouth when the tongue slid over my own and wrapped around, massaging and I had the weirdest urge to grab his hair with a hand and tighten my fingers in it like the one in my hair did. It was the weirdest sensation at first, but then I began to push my tongue against his and thoroughly enjoyed it.
His tongue left my mouth and swiped back across my lips. That’s when I opened my eyes halfway and then they widened when I saw his own twitch and then they slowly opened, revealing bright, striking golden orbs. I never realized it in the movie, but his eyes seemed to resemble an eclipse.
His eyes widened and he quickly pushed me away violently, causing my ass to hit the ground.
Guess that worked eh? Conscious chuckled.
I watched as the Boogeyman got off the bed, his wounds fading and his appearance became healthier, as if he was never injured. His eyes were gleaming with anger.
I sweat-dropped.
We’re gonna die aren’t we?
Most likely.
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