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Church of Bones	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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15.
I know I lost some memory at some point that night. Luckily the effects of the liquid fear wore off just enough, and I only lost an hour. I hadn't found anything out. No one had seen anyone meeting the vague description I could manage to sputter out. I think I blended in too well at one point. I saw far too many boobs than I ever thought I would. I even saw a dick or two from the immature jocks. I only say or two due to the fact I couldn't tell if the second one was real or a joke. I eventually got out of the sea of raging hormones and went up the stairs leading to the fraternity bedrooms. Most were occupied, of course, but a few were still open. It was a bit quieter up there as well. I leaned over the balcony and watched the dancing young adults, fighting every temptation I had to scare them silly.
I hadn't noticed a presence next to me, and I glanced to see a shy looking girl in a long Victorian style dress staring at the party. Upon closer inspection, I noticed her stomach protruding in just the right way for only one thing. "So how far along are you?" I asked at a volume above the thumping music.
The girl startled and looked to me, as if amazed I addressed her. "Um, eight months now."
I cracked a smile and closed my flask for the night. "I remember being that far. Should be kicking up a storm by now. Boy or a girl?"
"Girl, says the doctors. What do you have?"
"A boy. Ten years old."
She frowned. "You don't look a day over twenty though."
Right on the button, though I'd technically been twenty for four hundred and seventy-one years now. "I'm older than I look," I said with a knowing smile. "You seem to be a bit out of place."
"It's really the only place I can—I observe mainly. It's the only time I can do so. Not a lot of people talk to the pregnant girl in college."
She probably thought I could relate. I could only relate with what was growing in her belly. I found it amusing she thought I was a human in costume. "Is the father in the picture?" I was surprised to feel a flash of fear from her.
"I'd feel better if he wasn't." She crossed her arms and leaned against the railing. "What about you?"
"He's wandering around somewhere down there," I said with a nod to the crowd. "Our son is with a friend of sorts." I was more interested in the fear. From what I could tell she had no bruises. So what was she so afraid of? "If you don't mind me asking, why would you feel better if the father wasn't around?"
She shifted her gaze left and right. "I-I can't say. I'm sorry." She hurried away, leaving me horribly confused.
I shrugged and put my flask away, deciding to not waste the rest of my fear high worrying about some knocked up girl. I made my way back downstairs and navigated through the mass of people grinding against each other to the music. I went outside and looked around, hearing chatter of those smoking outside and the chirping of crickets, as well as the growing cries of the cicadas. I ducked around to the side of the house, where a couple was busy fucking against a tree. I slipped into the shadows and chuckled while my voice was disembodied. Once they paused I emerged from the darkness, a wide grin on my face. "Naughty things, you. Who knows who would catch you doing such dirty acts?"
They instantly screamed and ran off without bothering to fix much of their clothing. Her dress fell back to her ankles, but his pants immediately fell to the ground, tripping him. He scrambled to his feet, the both of them shrieking something about demons.
I saw Pitch round the corner and step out of the way of the running kids, looking from them to me. He shook his head. "I can't leave you alone for a few hours without you causing mischief."
I met his emerging grin as he got closer. "I learned from the best, darling. Did you find anything out?"
"Unfortunately no. The whole night wasn't a complete—complete waste."
I started to notice his slightly stumbling gait. I let out an amused chuckle. "Pitch Black, are you drunk?"
"I believe so. Been ages since I had the chance to be."
I took a step back as he kept going, forcing me backward until I met the tree the two had been fucking on. "Behave yourself."
"I'm only having a little fun, Hana."
He didn't get to say more as I felt a surge of fear. Fresh. Not made by my hand. I pushed at his chest as he tried kissing my neck. "Stop for a moment."
He frowned. "What's wrong?" He must have felt it too by how sober he looked in an instant.
I looked past him and saw the pregnant girl from before run to the side of the house, as if avoiding something. I narrowed my eyes while she looked around, thinking she was alone. From the position we were in by the tree, we could see her, but she couldn't see us. It was too dark on this side of the house. "I know her. I met her inside not fifteen minutes ago."
She stopped and looked over her shoulder at the front of the house, a hand under her distended belly. She looked panicked. She started to run again, only to run right into a solid object.
An object wearing a hoodie with a yellow glow emitting from it.
My breath hitched in my throat as I gripped on to the tree to steady myself, and Pitch looked on behind me, hiding himself behind the trunk as well.
"Is this the only way I'll get to see you Jess?" A masculine voice said from beneath the fabric as he looked at her shocked face. "You've been attending every party thrown just to keep yourself surrounded by people after that night."
"You're a monster! I want nothing to do with you!"
He chuckled. "If that were true, why is it you're growing fatter every day? It can't possibly be the foul smelling food served at this place."
"She is still half of me, even if she was forced!" She shouted back, still looking terrified. "I-I can't end her life. That's not h-how I was brought up."
A chuckle came from beneath the hood. "You humans are so self-righteous." Without a verbal warning he backhanded her with a resonating smack. "You think I won't find the child after you birth it? It is mine."
I had to give the girl credit. She backed away, terrified but still holding strong. "She will never be taken by you."
He advanced on her with inhuman speed, backing her into the house and holding her there. "It isn't human. It is like me. Don't make me turn my fleet against you to tear it from your still living gut. I will without a second thought, I promise you that." She spit in his face and he grabbed her throat in a firm grip. "And yet you continue to defy me. Haven't you seen what I'm capable of enough? It's all over the news on your stations. Those in the other states are having a blast continuing their streaks without being caught until I call for them. They won't hesitate to rape you just as I did. They won't be a merciful with where they put their dicks. And they won't spare your life as I did."
The bite of the bark was digging in to my flesh as bile rose in my throat. This was the man we were looking for. There was no doubt about that. There was nothing I could do.
"Take the woman to North's," Pitch snarled.
I looked on, confused and panicked as he left the shadows of the tree, angrily stalking towards the necromancer.
He gripped the male's shoulder and spun him around, clocking him in the face before he had a chance to react, sending him stumbling back. I hadn't seen him so angry in a very long time. He stood over the male and gripped the hoodie in both hands, bringing him back to his feet. He punched the man again and ripped the hood off his head, showing he had skin as pale as any normal human, hair as brown as a normal Caucasian. The only thing different was the ethereal glow of his eyes, just like mine. "You pathetic excuse for a man," he growled before throwing another punch to the necromancer's face, splitting his lip this time.
I rushed forward, grabbing Jess's hand. "Jess, right?"
The girl only nodded, still stunned at what was happening.
"Good. I'm Hana, that's Pitch. Now let's get out of here." I opened the Void and shoved her inside, keeping her next to my side with my hand on her arm. Otherwise she would have continued falling forever. I normally would have had her on Hessian, but given her pregnancy, that would do more harm than good. The portal closed instantly behind us. "I take it that was the father of your child."
She nodded again, looking around at the Void. It was dark, but a dark to where we could still see ourselves. Nothing else. It would be a lot to handle for someone's first time, I knew that. Especially after being shocked by our appearance. "W-who are you? Who was fighting Jason?"
"I'm assuming Jason is the necromancer." She nodded. "We're hunting him down. This is going to be hard to believe, but I am the Spirit of Halloween, Hana Eve. The man that clocked your assailant? That would be Pitch Black, the Boogeyman. Us and a few others known to you as Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, Sandman, Jack Frost, and the Tooth Fairy are hunting him down. Well, we were anyway. He is a threat to everyone in this world, and needs to be stopped. We're the only ones who can, especially with it so close to Halloween." The whole time I was rambling I was leading her in the direction that would lead us north. She stopped short and tried pushing my hand off. "I wouldn't do that. Not unless you want to fall forever. There is nothing beneath our feet right now."
She stopped struggling, but still didn't move. "You all are fucking crazy! The tooth fairy? The Boogeyman? Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Not at all. It's quite a bit to be thrown into. Trust me when I say I'm taking you to a safe place. I don't expect you to believe me. I just want you to trust me."
"Was everything a lie just to get to me?"
"I never lied to you. Everything I told you was true. I do have a son. He's at the North Pole right now with one of your peers. Jamie Bennett."
A flicker of recognition flicked over her face and she let me lead her further. "He's the one that sent Jason away a few months ago. Is he alright? Did Jason hurt him?"
"Jamie is fine. He's helping us as best as he can right now. Now, I need you to brace yourself. You're about to be overrun with quite a bit." I opened the exit portal and led her into the main circle of the Pole, in front of North's globe.
I was about to slacken my grip, but she seemed a bit faint at the sights and noises of the yetis below, and the elves running about. "Easy, Jess. I know it's a lot to handle. Don't stress yourself more. It's not good for the baby." I led her to one of the chairs nearby and helped her sit. I saw a bruise forming on her cheek and felt sick as memories of my own abused days resurfaced.
I think that was why he had been so angry when he struck Jason. "Jess, I need you to tell me everything you know. Everything that happened to you. How you met Jason."
She was about to answer when a sharp "Mommy!" rang out. I looked around and saw Drago rush forward, crashing in to my middle and holding on tight. "Drago, I thought you'd be keeping busy harassing the elves."
"They're too easy to scare," he said, his eyes lit up with mischief. He looked to the blonde next to me. "She's pretty. Who is she?"
"Drago, this is Jess. Jess, this is my son Drago."
Drago put on a charmer's smile and held out his hand. "It's very nice to meet you, Miss Jessica." He frowned. "But why are you so scared of someone named Jason?"
Her eyes widened and I sighed. He'd never learn. "Drago, can you please find Clara for me? I need to speak with her."
The boy nodded and ran off, casting one last look at us over his shoulder before he descended the stairs to the elevator.
I looked to Jess again. "I'm so sorry. He gets that from his father. He still hasn't learned there's a proper time and place to bring things up."
She still looked a little shocked, brown eyes still wide. "It-it's fine. How did he do that? Read my fears?"
"Well how else do you think the Boogeyman knows just what to use to scare you silly?" I sat on a chair next to her.
"It's all real? Every story I grew up with, they're real?"
"As real as they get."
"Is this where you all live?"
I laughed a bit. "No, this is where North lives. Um, Santa. His name to us is North, short for Nikolai St. North." I frowned. "Come to think of it, I have no idea where he even came up with Santa Claus." I shrugged. "He and his wife Clara live here with the elves and yetis making toys for children of the world. Pitch, Drago, and myself live in the catacombs of Venice, in an area closed off from the dead. I use that area as my workshop for Halloween. Bunnymund, or just Bunny for short, he lives underground in Australia in an area he calls the Warren. There he grows eggs and paints them with help of the plants. Toothiana lives in Southeast Asia, and her palace has seven columns to house teeth of children, one column for each continent. Sandman lives on an island called the Islands of Sleepy Sands. And that's about it." I shook my head. "But down to business. I need to know what you know."
She nodded, still coming to terms with everything. "I met Jason at a party eight months ago. It wasn't my first party, and so I knew what to expect when someone started hitting on my and wouldn't take no for an answer. Jason came out of nowhere and told the guy off. In return, I let him get me a drink. One drink turned to two, and two into three. I was stupid for not keeping track of how many drinks I had. At the end, he had me doing shots. When I was drunk he…" She seemed sick for a moment and I let her take her time to calm down. "He raped me. I knew it was happening, but I didn't have the strength to stop it. He didn't use protection, didn't care that I told him no. I was too scared to call the police. I didn't want to disrupt the party. I got dressed and ran back to my dorm.
"A month later I found out I was pregnant. Jason approached me again, but he was different. His eyes were yellow instead of green. They didn't start glowing until Jamie helped me two months ago." She rubbed at her belly. "Jamie was so sweet. He drove Jason off and brought me back inside and asked if I had anyone I could call to come get me. As drunk as he was, he didn't try anything. He was genuinely concerned for me. We found my roommate and we went home."
"If you don't mind me asking, why do you keep going to the parties if Jason can find you there?"
"It's stupid, but it's where I feel most safe, surrounded by a lot of people. Jason can't hurt me there. I made the dumb mistake of panicking and running outside. I thought there would be more people on the side of the house." She smiled again. "Thank God you and your husband were out there when I came out. I don't know what Jason would have done if you weren't there to save me. I'll have to thank him when I see him."
I found no point in correcting her. "He'd just be glad to know you're safe. Do you know when Jason started getting in to necromancy?"
She shook her head. "I'd have to guess that it would be around when his eyes changed. Five months ago."
Five months. In five months he had gathered up enough energy to raise not one, but seven revenants from the grave. Something wasn't right. "Do you know why he's set seven serial killers loose on five different states?"
Again her head shook. "I don't know what he's planning. I avoid any meeting with him that I can, as you've seen."
Which left us with a fat lot of nothing. But at least she was safe.
"Will he be alright? Your husband I mean. Jason can get rough."
I cracked a grin. "My Boogeyman can get rougher. He'll be fine."
"I hear someone called 'Mommy' is looking for me!" a thickly accented female voice shouted from downstairs. "She better get her arse down here then!"
I chuckled towards the voice. "Jessica, it's about time you meet Clara, or someone you'd know as Mrs. Claus."
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