Believe in Me

Silence Holds

I've decided to rent Rise of the Guardians again to help this fic along. Despite watching the movie a total of seven times, I need to refresh on how main characters like Pitch and Bunny and them really act. Till then bear with me, thank you for reading, and have a good day. 

Silence. It always signified something.. from a hopeful mind waiting for an answer to a pause of surprise or expression. It never went for no reason though.. this time, the silence was for multiple reasons. The dark chasms of Pitch's lair of nightmares had no noise, not even a whistle of a breeze, as the four figures in the room met eyes. Silverish gold, bright warning yellow, and an almost white blue.. all meeting the same blood red irises before them. Grey had entered so suddenly and randomly even the Nightmare King himself showed his surprise, stopping halfway through his words to look up. Grey looked, at best, torn. His head was down, the light curtain of long raven hair falling to shade any expression he would show if he ever did. His scythe was out of sight, obviously with him but hidden like it was when the reaper wasn't in a threatening situation. "Loss," Pitch announced, more spitting the name out before the corners of his paled lips rose into a grin, each of his sharper than average teeth glinting in a light that barely shone from above. "Running back for forgiveness? Or are you going to try to attack us? You can't seriously think you'll get too far." Grey's fists clenched slightly at his sides but he stayed still and quiet, his face just as blank as it was for the past minute. Silence again, silence so strong it echoed. Chaos had the widest smirk that anyone could possibly hold, neon, almost glowing eyes radiating the excitement for a reason only Grey knew. A reason that he horribly regretted, knowing full well it would be taken advantage of as soon as possible. Then there was another.. a boy around the age of sixteen in looks. He had smooth, nearly white skin and eyes like if the sky mixed with the clouds, a blue so light, it was even paler than the skin that showed even without too much light. He had baby blue hair, clean cut enough. The boy looked so much younger with the lightest features but his eyes held a sense of ambition, longing. across his face was a diagonal streak of white, whether a scar so pale it looked lighter than snow or paint, it was hard to tell. Was this the wind everyone spoke that Jack had as an ally? Grey never thought the wind actually possessed a form.. but then again, everyone did somehow. Everyone fully alive anyways. 

Pitch rose from his throne in which he had been seated, one of the few thrones in the entire lair. The only other that Death remembered was the one in the large room with the chains.. he didn't want to remember that. "I'm here to serve," the caped man started. There was no pause in his voice, no caring. When his head rose, red eyes held up the cold blankness of the natural wall he held up. "To serve? Oh no, reaper, I don't think you understand." Pitch glided towards the newcomer, his eyelids hung heavy like he was about to teach someone a lesson, be in control like he had finally gained back. Honestly, Pitch didn't understand. Grey would've been one of the best to have on his side had the man not grown so attatched to that... dog. He possessed everything a good, mindless soldier would have. Amazing strength, speed, a great fighter, obedient when he has no reason to not be.. but that child got in the way no matter what Pitch did to stop it, that child and Frost. Jack Frost yet again messing up his plans.. he couldn't wait for that to change. "I was born to be on the side of darkness.. so I'm going to be." Death was so aggrivating to Pitch though, he didn't know if he'd be able to stand having the reaper on his team for too long. He was so arrogant, what he said had to go. He didn't care about barely anyone, which worked well, but then again he didn't care about the nightmare king or his orders either. He simply did what he had to, there was no emotion to drive him, nothing but a small child.. and even then he only put a piece of his heart into the girl. A big piece, but Pitch knew Grey was too cautious. He wouldn't put his hopes into something that could possibly fall.. the spirit of reality at his finest. No matter how much he wanted to completely care, he probably never could bring himself to do it. Pitch would use that to his advantage for sure. "And the child?"