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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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19.
I knew why she left Frost behind. She didn't trust me alone with the boy. I could see it in her eyes. However, I let it go, biting my tongue. I couldn't argue with her. She was already angry enough having her throat exposed to the world, and still a bit scared of what could have happened with the revenant.
I waited for them all to leave before asking a yeti to lead me where the boy was being held.
"Dad, can I come?"
I shook my head. "Stay here. I won't be gone long." I ignored his attempts at puppy dog eyes. "Those don't work. I mean it. Stay. Here. Do you understand me?"
His face fell to one of disappointment. He looked down at his shoes and muttered, "Yes, sir."
"Good. Are you coming, Frost?" I didn't bother to check if he was as I followed the yeti down a path that would lead to the village tunnels.
The telltale sound of the wind let me know he was still following. "So… How's fatherhood going for you?"
I rolled my eyes at the question. "We don't need small talk."
"Not trying to do small talk," he responded, finally landing and walking properly. "I'm genuinely curious how a nice, respectful kid comes from being raised by you. That has to be all Hana."
I wouldn't bite. "I can be quite the charmer when I wish to be." I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of getting under my skin. His presence alone was already grating on my patience, what was left of it.
His voice faded out with the sounds of the workshop. Not surprisingly enough, the tunnels were lit with small torches that would never burn out. An early invention of North's, no doubt. Just the jolly atmosphere was enough to make my lip curl.
The yeti stopped at a heavy door and unlocked it. I saw Jack jump at the echo and I suppressed a grin. "Scared, Frost?"
"Not at all."
He wasn't a very talented liar. As we entered the last set of tunnels, even I was becoming more impressed with all the work North had put into this place. The brute stopped in front of one particular door and grunted. It was one language I didn't know out of choice. I assumed he said he was going to unlock the door. I gave him a stiff nod and he did just that.
A pair of yellow lights came from the darkness, followed by a chuckle. "You again, Tall, Dark, and Ugly?"
I could see him just fine, sitting awkwardly and hopefully in pain from his shattered knee. I folded my hands behind my back, not letting any emotion show. The child wasn't afraid. In pain, yes, but I felt nothing from him that would benefit me. Not on the surface. If he could be distracted long enough, I could find it. Everyone feared something.
Everyone.
He shifted his good leg. "Come to throw a few more blows? You're getting involved in more than you know."
I took a torch the yeti offered from the hall and dismissed him. As he left, Jack stood off in a corner. I didn't need him getting involved anyway.
"You don't know what's coming."
"I know I have another child's mess to clean up." I placed the torch in a holder by the boy.
"The revenants were only a stepping stone."
"I gathered that much." I stood in front of him, folding my arms in the same way again. "What does the girl have to do with this?"
"The useless bitch?" My temper only rose at his grin. "She was alone that night, vulnerable. All I had to do was tell her she was pretty. She spread her legs easily enough. Halfway through she decided she didn't want me. Wasn't having any of that. I raped her and I raped her good. And then I heard she was pregnant, just what I was aiming for. A child born of sin."
I narrowed my eyes, keeping focused. "Why?" As much as I hated to admit it, his lack of fear was unnerving. I still had found nothing. "Why would any child be beneficial to your cause? Newborns are helpless."
His grin broadened, making me angrier. "The way you say that… Tell me, that boy I passed in that nuthouse before, that was yours, wasn't it?"
I clenched my wrist behind my back. "What benefit would a newborn give you?"
He leaned back against the wall with an air of superiority. "I did things to her you could only imagine." He started to tap a rhythm out on the stone floors. "From the looks of you, you know a thing or two about that sort of thing."
"I was a soldier once. I've seen it happen on more than one occasion."
"So you've seen the way a man can force a woman to do what he wants her to do." I was digging into the deepest pits of his mind by now, and had still uncovered nothing. "You've seen how he can hold knives to their throats while they fuck them and tell them to stay quiet." There wasn't even a hint of emotion at all. Happiness, hopes, nothing. "You've probably at least beat a woman once in your life, haven't you? Don't deny it."
A tic formed in my jaw. "War brings out the worst in people."
"Oh I agree wholeheartedly. Which is why I'm here with a shattered kneecap." He leaned forward. "Tell me, what did I do to that witch that you hated so much?"
"Please, Pitch…"
My fist clenched behind my back.
"Did my hitting her make you remember something? Why else would a random stranger start beating up an assailant for a woman he doesn't even know? I know from your son up there you're with someone, that woman that took Jessica away. So you wouldn't have saved her for the intentions of fucking her. What did I make you regret?"
"You're not well, Oogie."
"It had to have been horrible to make you shatter my fucking knee. Did you hit her? That woman you're with? Did you darken her skin with bruises? Did you draw her blood?" His brows shot up suggestively. "Did you rape her?"
There! I chuckled and let the anger rest in my center. The boy's smile faded. "I don't know why anyone would bother creating something as irritating as you. You don't know when to shut up, Boy." I sank into the shadows cast by the single torchlight. He looked around, trying to find my solid form. Even Jack's face held concern as he leaned off the wall, staff at the ready. As if he could stop me. He was trying to look at all the shadows, trying to find where I would emerge. Not that it would do much good.
I was the shadows.
I wrapped one around the boy's ankle and gently tugged, stretching the broken one.
Needless to say, he was scared now. He shrieked as I tugged his ankle twice. "What are you?"
Jack couldn't freeze me. Not without harming the boy. "I am fear." I used the darkness to increase the pressure on him, making his heart race faster. "I am the King of Nightmares." I focused on one point in the room and began to solidify the shadows. "And you've pissed me off far more than any human has before." Dozens of glowing eyes opened, and I opened large jaws filled with rows of teeth. Claws reached towards the boy who shuffled back into the wall as far as he could haul himself. Sweat dripped from his brow. I moved in closer and I could clearly hear his high pitched whimpers.
I absorbed that fear and transmuted it to darkness, dimming out the light of the torch. I reached in and growled a laugh in my warped, projected voice. "Do you know what happens to those who piss off the Boogeyman, Jason?"
The boy could only continue to stare in shock at the tendrils of darkness snapping from my shapeless body. I flicked his knee to get his attention and a cry escaped him. "Answer me Jason."
"Pitch—"
"He needs to answer the question Jack," I said, not looking at the Winter Spirit. I raised my voice. "Well Jason?"
"T-they get eaten," he muttered. "You eat the naughty children."
The jaws shifted into a large grin. "I bet you taste horrible." A snarl left the jaws and I lunged forward.
"Daddy!"
I turned around and my heart stopped. As defiant as always, he had followed us, keeping to the shadows as I had taught him to do. I wanted to curse the day I ever praised him for learning Shadow Stalking faster than his mother. I would have never had to see the terror in his eyes. "Shi… Drago. I'm still me."
He couldn't speak. He was too scared. He had never seen me without my guise as a man. Not even his mother had. Not like this. He threw open the door to the hallway and filled the room with light, making me hiss and shrink into the floor again. In my solid state I could withstand the light, but not as pure shadows.
"I'll get him," Jack said, rising with Wind.
"Shut the damned door."
A gust followed the Spirit out, plunging the room into its original state. I formed again, my attention drawn to the door. Jason chuckled, making me look at him again with a growl. "You're fear, huh? You're nothing. A… shadow of what you once were." He giggled at his own joke. "You are nothing compared to what's coming." He giggled again. A chill went down my spine as his voice went in a pitch to high for him to be normal. "It's coming."
I grabbed him by the shirt collar and hauled him to his feet. It seemed like he was so far gone he forgot about his knee. He kept laughing. "What is?" I jumped as his head suddenly snapped backward. Nothing at all caused it. I dropped him and he crumpled. I looked around, trying to find what had done such a thing.
"Took him long enough."
I looked back at the body as it shifted itself, leaning against the wall to keep it up. It grabbed the head and snapped it back with sickening ease.
Once the head was back in place, the new voice emerged from the boy again. "So. You're the King of Nightmares."
"To whom am I speaking?"
"I met your Queen. Very lovely woman. She sure does have a set of lungs on her when her leg shatters, doesn't she?"
My blood ran cold. "What have you done with Hana?"
"I've done nothing. The fool's revenants were her last opponent. I merely… helped a little with its aim before coming here just now. How it ends, I don't know."
I felt my shape slip. "I will not ask again. To whom am I speaking, before I rip that voice box out of his useless cadaver?"
"Charon. I'm afraid I don't have an extravagant or royal title. What sort of kingdom do you rule over anyway, King Boogeyman?"
"My name is Pitch Black. What is it you want? Why are you doing this?"
The cadaver sighed and shifted. "You're no fun. Anyway, in our way of life, there is a creature of the highest rank in divination. See, divination is—"
"I remember your sort being those of divination, I was there, continue to your point before the body becomes mute."
"Well then, if you know how necromancy works, then you know the deities we summon and those we would be better off not bringing here."
I locked my jaw. "You wouldn't."
"Oh but I would."
"You'd need an impossible amount of sacrificial blood for a ritual such as that."
Charon's voice only laughed again. "How much blood does the average human body hold, Mr. Black?"
"Ten pints."
"Now tell me, Mr. Black, the so-called Nightmare King, how many people has this useless worm's revenants killed?"
My blood froze. The last time we looked at the body count, the numbers had been in the high hundreds. "What do you want?"
"This idiot thought the child he forced upon the girl was a child of sin. One I need for the rest of the ritual. There was another I needed."
"Why do this?"
"I needed your attention somehow to bring you out and lead you to me. I knew you'd interrogate a human. You all don't kill. I knew I'd be able to get my last piece then by getting someone close. And by getting all of you involved, I knew that would also get the last piece of my puzzle involved."
I frowned, my heart beating faster. The body's grin tore the lips at the seams. When I finally understood what he meant, the beat stopped entirely. "Drago."
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