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What Is Your Center?	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The night was still young for us, wherever night lay on Earth. He still needed to try to regain some of his strength. For that, he needed to actually feed off the fear, not use it to convert to Nightmares. We managed to find a target that was well within his skill set. An early twenties female, living all on her own in the city. By her quick pace, she was already nervous enough walking home. The time of night may have also aided her steps.
We followed her into her apartment, slipping through the shadows to keep up. I kept my presence masked so nothing would tip her off about our whereabouts. He needed all the help he could get. I was there to make sure it all went well. She wasted no time in preparing for bed, working out what must have been her nightly routine. I turned my gaze away as she undressed for the night.
He laughed. “Feeling a little naughty?”
“I feel like we shouldn’t watch. Privacy and all.”
“Says the woman who doesn’t mind fucking on hallowed grounds in public.”
I flushed. “That’s different.”
“Is it?”
The lights went out and I held up a finger to silence him, not that it was necessary. I gestured to the bed, where the woman was getting comfortable. “You’re up.”
He nodded and disappeared into the shadows. He manipulated the darkness, bending it to his will. Needle-like strands passed over the window, making an awful sound that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. The woman shot straight up into bed. I knew what he was doing. He was reading her, finding her greatest fear.
“Hello?”
I heard something fall from the kitchen and shatter, making the woman jump and hold the sheets closer to her body.
“Is someone there?” I watched the woman swallow hard. “I know how to defend myself, buddy!”
The sound of nails on the walls ground out, getting closer and closer to the bed. I was getting chills. I could feel the fear dripping from the woman.
“This isn’t funny!” She looked panicked as she carefully got out of bed. “Who’s there?”
I heard tapping on the vanity across the room and looked at the same time as the woman. I had to smile at his crafty ways. Before my eyes, fog took over the mirror, and he began to write in the moisture. “I know what you fear” was the first line.
The woman’s breathing came out heavier, her heart began racing. I closed my eyes and relished in the growing terror. It was pure, sweet, and all due to him.
The mirror clouded over again. “Just how did that child die?”
The woman closed her eyes. I hadn’t expected our random choice to hold such a secret. “No, no, this isn’t happening. I’m dreaming. I had one too many and now I’m dreaming.”
As she opened her eyes, another line appeared. “Just what happened that day at the lake?”
“This isn’t funny!”
The woman held on to her head as memories racked her mind. When she looked up, the words had been replaced again. “The Boogeyman knows everything that you fear.”
The fear intensified and the effects of a fear high rushed through my veins. I saw him materialize from the shadows. As his body solidified, I knew I wasn’t the only one who saw him. The woman’s heartrate flew through the roof.
He felt it too, I knew. His lips pulled back in a grin, showing his crooked teeth. His pale eyes shined with malice.
The woman was absolutely petrified. She fell to the floor, a horrified look on her face. Her mouth moved a few times, as if she were trying to form words.
He merely folded his arms behind his back and leaned forward. “Boo.”
The woman shrieked and scrambled to her feet, darting into her adjoining bathroom. Her door slammed behind her. The click of a lock let us know the task had been completed.
I burst into laughter and clapped my hands together. “Brilliantly done!”
He held his hands in front of him. “She saw me?”
I nodded, overcome with glee. “She saw you.”
“She heard me.”
“She can still hear you.” I looked over my shoulder to the dark door. “However I think this one is tapped.” I cast my gaze back to him. “How do you feel?” I wasn’t expecting his answer. He grasped me around my waist and hefted me into a spin, laughing. I held on to his shoulders and instinctively wrapped my legs around him for balance. “I take it you feel great.”
“More than that. I feel feared.” He tilted his head back as he laughed harder. He looked as he did centuries ago. Sure of himself, of who he was.
“That’s wonderful, Oogie. But, ah, would you mind—“ I wasn’t allowed to finish as he pressed his lips to mine. Just as in the cemetery, he wasn’t possessive as he used to be. Before I knew it, my back was to a wall. My head went lighter than it already was from the high I was on from the terror.
He pulled back, his face serious again. I could tell he was on the same high I was. “Why didn’t you give up on me?”
I looked to his lips just to avoid his eyes. “I told you. I couldn’t let you lose your sanity. I loved you once. Due to that, I can’t sit aside and watch you suffer like this.”
“Still just once?”
I nodded and leaned back against the wall, taking what distance I could while he still had our hips pressed together. “There’s just… I can’t live that life, Pitch. I can’t wake up every morning wondering if my boyfriend is still holding on to his sanity enough that he won’t take it out on me.”
He flinched and finally let me go gently. “You have to understand—“
“I understand.” My anger at him came simmering to the surface. A hundred years of unspoken words slithered in my veins. “You have a volatile temper, and I was the convenient target for that temper. What was I going to do? Strike back?”
“You should have!” he snapped, stepping back, a snarl evident in his features. “You should have grown a spine and thrown a few punches of your own!”
My own temper flared and I did what I never thought I could. With a hundred years of anger backing my strength, I slapped him. The sound of skin cracking against skin rang out and my palm began to sting, as well as my eyes. A lump formed in my throat, but I curled my lip to ignore it. “I did strike back. I left. It was a damned good decision on my part.” I shoved at his shoulder as he moved out of my way, still stunned I had actually hit him. “Find your center and regain your power on your own. I was a fool for believing I could help you.”
“Hana…”
I stepped up to the open windowsill, taking to the fire escape platform. “Good luck with your search, Pitch. I hope you find what you’re looking for.” I whistled for Hessian and leapt to the stallion’s back. At that point, I didn’t care if he regained his power or if he succumbed to his madness. I needed to get away from him.
I refused to let him see me cry.
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