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Show Me That Glasgow Smile	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1540 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Rise of the Guardians stuff, and I make no money from writing this story. Purely for fun.

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4.
I expected a very cold welcome to the Pole, and not from the never-ending winter. Instead, North was the host with the most the moment we left the Void. He clapped Pitch on the shoulder, giving each of us a warm laugh St. Nick was known for. "I'm sorry to see you few days early. We need to, ah, compare notes."
We followed him up the stairs leading to the main floor with the globe's mechanisms. "This isn't about you thinking we had anything to do with this?" Pitch asked, confusion evident in his voice. "This is unlike you, North. Usually you're jumping down either of our throats."
"Too close to Drago's birthday. Even you are not so evil to disrupt that."
North wasn't wrong. As I said, we were the lesser of two evils if anything were to come up like this. However, even we were creatures that held compassion. We loved our kids. We'd die protecting them. We wouldn't do anything to compromise Drago or Evilyn's lives. I just wished old folklores would keep to themselves. It would make our lives easier again. The days where the only threat was Pitch's slipping sanity were a lot less complicated, and less deadly. With him sane again, in control of the darkness of his missing soul, he had been more willing to keep the worse villains of the supernatural away from the humans.
Hard to scare someone to death if they're already dead.
As for me, while I did choose his path willingly, I was never interested in tormenting a human, leaving them so scared they'd have to look over their shoulder the rest of their lives. It would make it too easy to extract fear. And humans are such fragile things. Granted, we had both sent our fair share of mortals to the psychiatric ward accidentally, but we never bothered those souls again.
Drago had taken after us, though he went his own route. He scared those who deserved it. Those with guilty consciousnesses that made even his father sick to his stomach. His center, as we had discovered eight years ago, was judgment. Drago found the weaknesses of those who did wrong in the world and made sure to bring the fears to light. In a way, he helped those people. If the weakness and fear haunted the human enough, sometimes they faced their demons. Lived better lives. He never had to repeat the skill he used on Charon, and I hoped he never would have to again.
As for Evilyn, she hadn't found her center just yet, but she was becoming promising in the workshop. I had been planning on having her come with me that upcoming Halloween, to see if she had what it would take to continue what we did. She already showed interest in my work, and so it was a start.
"I apologize for calling you so late, for your family at least," North said as we reached the top of the stairs where the others waited. He let Drago forward before stopping us and dropping his voice. "I also apologize for the interruption. If it wasn't important, we would not have sent Jack for you."
I shrank a bit, a little embarrassed Jack had told North what he had walked in on. "What did he tell you?"
"Very little. I know time is hard to find. Clara tells all sorts of tales when the fires die down for the night."
Clara, North's wife, was one of my only friends in this life besides Cupid. I trusted them with everything, and they with me. It wasn't as if I didn't share their stories with Pitch if I found them interesting enough. It didn't surprise me that North would know our… issues.
Pitch cleared his throat, nodding to the others. "Shall we get this over with then?"
"By all means." North gestured to the others, raising his voice again. "Sandy said he saw things past few nights in Nagasaki, then tonight Tooth said fairies saw strange woman lurking in shadows. Wasn't your wife, so they stuck around."
"They saw the fight, Drago," Tooth said, flitting over to the boy, three of her fairies around her. "But they didn't hear what was said. We need you to fill in the blanks."
He nodded. "She said something in Japanese. I told her I didn't understand her, and she said it in English after a moment. Asked if she was beautiful. I thought it was strange, but she was, for a human. I told her, and she ripped off her mask. Besides her asking if she was still beautiful, that was all the talking that happened." He sat at the table between Bunny and Sandy. "And I'm sure you know the rest."
I felt a chill creep up my neck. I knew of the old legend, and I had seen the crazy bitch at work one Halloween night. I hadn't been aware just how much blood ten pints really was until that point. I hadn't known what the midsection of a human looked like, or how the viscera would sound as it hit the ground. Knowing my son had faced that creature, that demon… I leaned back in my chair, a hand to my forehead to keep myself from mild nausea.
Clara stood from my left, walking around my chair to the front where the yetis had hung up a map of the city. She marked a few streets with a marker. "This is where she's struck so far." She marked a few more with another color. "And these are where she's killed. So far, only three men have been sent to the morgue. We're lucky they're so superstitious. The stories of this woman have been passed down since she came into existence."
"How do we know she isn't a human?" Bunny asked. "Women can kill in any culture."
"She has trouble staying on this plane when she shifts to the second phase," Pitch explained. "With the stories known, she's only been repeating the first phase for so long. She hasn't gotten to the second part too often. And no one has been able to put her down before."
Clara frowned. "What about the incident in the seventies? When she was struck with a car?"
He shook his head, tapping his knuckle on the table. "Skull cracked wide open, something they leave out a lot. That woman wasn't this one. The original has the ability to create more from other women. The one struck with the car is, as I suspect, one of those copies. The original is dead, yes, but cursed to walk the Earth. Hence why she is unable to remain in the plane for long. However, if she manages to create a copy, or kill, or maim, she can feed off its collected energy, using it in a parasitic and predatory relationship respectively."
North stroked his beard. "So that is why she is showing up more?"
He nodded. "She's taking advantage of the collected energy."
"Are we facing something we should be worried about?"
"Cautious. I've stopped her for now, dispersing the energy. We were going to monitor the country for awhile, just to be sure."
"But the more eyes, the better," I said. "We should also see if there is a way we can stop her forever."
"There isn't," Pitch said. "Not one that's been found. Anything anyone has tried to do only sets her energy back to minimum."
Drago sat up from across the table. "I might know someone who could help."
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