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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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18.
I wasn't the only one with a pack of snow held over an injury. North had a nasty black eye that Clara was tending to and Bunny had a gash on his arm that Tooth was currently wrapping up. Only Jack and Sandy were left to return.
I sat between Pitch and my son, feeling the little eyes on me. "Don't you say it."
I didn't have to look to know that he was smirking. "So Mom."
"I swear, Child—"
"What were you saying about not getting ideas about fighting?"
Pitch snorted and I glared at him. "Don't encourage him."
He only folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, a smug grin on his face. "I've said nothing, Dearest."
He knew just what to say to irritate me further. He only said endearments when he was being an ass. Or more of an ass than usual, I should say.
"Drago, would you mind finding Jamie and Jessica?" Clara said, checking North's eye.
The boy nodded and left without complaint. I was just glad he was respectful and listened.
Once he was out of sight Clara began shouting at North in Russian, obviously reprimanding him for something by the way he flinched and tried to get a few words in. I hadn't learned many languages in all the years I had been alive, and Russian was not one of the few I had. I could only guess at what she was saying, but the tone of voice was harsh enough to understand she was not happy about something.
It looked like Tooth at least knew what Mrs. Claus was yelling at how she reacted a few times. I tossed my pack of snow on the table, feeling the bruised flesh of my cheek. Not as bad as it had been, but it was still tender. I hadn't realized just how hard the revenant had struck me when he did. That and I did bruise fairly easy. "Be honest, how bad do we all look right now?"
"The ones of us that did get hit?" Bunny said, flexing his paws and rolling his shoulder as Tooth finished wrapping up the wound. "Bonzer, considering what could have happened."
"I'm sure Gacy didn't appreciate a giant rabbit coming after him with boomerangs."
"I didn't appreciate having to chase down a grown man in a clown costume and take care of him. Stupid blighter nicked me when I didn't expect it. Luckily I had some backup."
Tooth patted her swords. "Glad to be of assistance." She flinched as Clara said something else and stormed off, North close on her heels saying something in an apologetic nature.
I nodded to them. "What's with that?"
"Apparently she had the situation under control and North stepped in to finish the job when she wanted to do it. She told him he was underestimating her again, that she wasn't powerless."
"And his defense was?"
"He loves her, you know this. He does whatever he can to protect her. He forgets she can hold her own." I saw her eyes flick to the chair beside me, and I knew what she was thinking. She thought I could relate. That was laughable. In a way, I had been left to my own devices since the beginning. He looked out for me, sure. He did protect me when it was severely threatening, or if I would die other wards. Other than that, my battles were my own. Not that he didn't care; I knew he did, very much so. He just respected the fact I could take care of myself.
I did understand why Clara was upset. North had stepped in to protect her when she knew she didn't need saving, and got himself injured in the process. He had been hurt trying to save her. I could relate to that, having seen my own love stabbed through the chest trying to send me away from danger with information to find Lucifer's woman. I did understand what she felt.
I stood as the last pair entered through the side, neither one showing any indication they had been in battle at all. In fact, they were smiling, Jack laughing at a joke Sandy had signed. Before I could be stopped, I slipped into the shadows and reemerged behind the Winter Spirit, socking him square in his right kidney. Sandy only looked on in surprise.
Jack doubled over onto his knees instantly, wheezing out, "Why would you do that?"
"Don't ever say anything is a piece of cake again!"
He looked at me, horribly confused. Then his gaze fell to my cheek. Then to my throat. Recognition passed over his face and he looked to the others. "Guess I deserved a blow then. I'm on your level now." He rubbed his back as he got up again with the support of his staff. "But damn, Hana, did you have to hit me that hard?"
"Yes." I stalked back to my chair as if nothing had happened, letting Tooth discuss the next phase of our exterminations. My anger slowly subsided having taken out my frustrations in at least one way. I was still a bit riled up from earlier, still a bit on edge. The fact my throat was now exposed was only making everything worse. I hated the mark of my death. The rope scars on my wrists didn't bother me. The horns, markings, sharp ears, glowing eyes, and ashen skin of my rebirth grew on me quickly when I was first brought back. But my throat… Being reminded of the fifteen minutes I was hanging in that rope. I couldn't stand it. Having it on display only made me think everyone was looking at it. The slight rasp my faintly damaged windpipe made my voice sound like was bad enough. It made me think they all pitied me for what happened. I didn't want pity. What happened happened. There was nothing that could have been done about it.
Did Jack really deserve to be hit? No, but it felt good to do so. If I were superstitious I would have said he jinxed us all. In a way, I felt like he did. We were doing well in our progress of getting to the bottom of the problem before All Hallows came and made the revenants and necromancers more powerful. One was locked away, and the other… well, we needed to find him. To do that, we needed to keep Jason alive and well. Not that we could kill him. He was still human, as much as he tried to make it seem like he wasn't. Necromancy is only a magic set, not a breed of being. Some had more of an affinity for it, of course, but it still didn't make you inhuman. We needed him to talk while we finished off the remaining revenants. And who better to make a person talk than the man who could read the fears of every living creature on the planet to use against his enemies?
"So with North and Clara still missing, that leaves us to get rid of the last three," Tooth continued as I started listening again. "We should probably leave as soon as we can."
"Actually, I had a thought," I said, playing with the now damp sack that was at one point full of snow. Now it just had slush. "We still need to find one more necromancer, the master to the one we have locked away, correct?"
"Yes."
"Well, we do have ways of making him tell us where his master is."
Bunny frowned. "Sheila, we don't kill humans. We can't do that. It's up to his state to deal with his punishment."
"I'm aware. I never said kill him. We can't. None of us can. However, we do have someone here who could make him think he's about to die. He doesn't know the Chosen are forbidden to kill, and have no desire to tell him." I looked to Pitch as he listened intently. "If you're interested, of course."
"Simple enough work. Should be interesting to see what a necromancer fears."
I knew it would be a bad idea to leave him alone with Jason though. If the boy said the wrong thing… Well, he did already have a broken kneecap to show Pitch was not in a playing mood with him. "And someone should stay behind to make sure things don't go sour. Jack, would you mind?"
Jack shook his head. "Not at all."
Drago returned then with another plate of cookies. I only rolled my eyes, but noticed he was a bit flushed. "I thought Clara told you to find Jessica and Jamie."
"I did. I found them kissing in his room and I left before anything else happened."
I put a hand to my mouth to hide my amused smile. The poor thing had walked in on worse in his life. Probably why he believed the story that Daddy was only helping Mommy get to sleep for the longest time. It was partially true, at least.
Jack snorted. "He'll need a new fear soon."
I watched North and Clara return, both looking as if they had come to terms with their issues. "What do you think about pairing off Clara?"
She nodded. "Sounds good. Could use another woman's touch in the field."
"Let's wrap this up then," Bunny said, sheathing his boomerangs and standing. "We'll take Zodiac. North, you take Sleeper, and Clara, go after Slasher."
We each nodded our confirmation. I summoned Hessian and he materialized beneath me. Clara had a horse too, this one made of magical ice. Hessian had said if he wasn't so involved with Onyx he would have had a go at Frostbite. I took his word for it. I'd trust a stallion to be a good judge of character in a mare. I opened a portal to where we had last heard word of a victim of the Slasher. "Ready?"
"When am I not?" I met her grin and commanded Hessian forward. He showed off slightly by rearing a bit and darting into the portal. Frostbite followed close behind. This round would be a bit harder, since these had never been identified. They just died due to old age, never caught. I trusted Clara to have my back.
I only had one thought nagging my mind as we pressed forward towards Pennsylvania. Did I make the right choice in letting Pitch interrogate Jason?
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