Believe in Me

No Control

Sorry to those still reading for the shaky updates. I'm really thankful that you're still reading even after I admitted this story is less about Jack than most of yall probably hope it is to be.. I'm really sorry for that, I just sort of feel a connection with Grey and Ilia and them and it's more reaching out to me to write about them more. The guardians will still be included, definatally. They're all very important, how could they not be? Especially Jack of course.. But again, thank you so much if you're still reading. Please ask me if theres anything you want me to add or to happen to this story. I'll do my very best to add it to the plot I've got planned out. I'm trying (and I know some of you will hate me for this) to lower the torture.. my mind's been pretty corrupt lately and I've decided to start to work it out slightly. This wont be a 100% happy story but there wont be any mass slaughtering without a heavy reason and plot to go behind it. Still I'll try to add in elements if yall want me to.

But without further ado, it's 12 in the morning right now and I have one of the end of the year tests tomorrow morning at (get this) 5 am, so I'm going to be dead, but I cant sleep for the life of me, so here's the update ^^ again.. thank you so much if you're still reading. You're not just motivating me to write but keeping my confidence about myself up, something i've needed a lot lately. It means a whole lot.

Wake up.. He didn't want to. His eyes were sealed and refused to meet the demands of his persistent conscious. It wasn't even as much of him choosing to not awaken.. his body just decided for him that awakening to the situation he was in currently was far worse than just keeping his eyes closed.

This had all been his fault, the pain he knew was hitting Ilia, the pain he knew for complete sure was wrecking its toll on his body, and the damage he had and would cause. Maybe even the pain he was putting on Jack.. Grey had always been cautious to accept but the guardian's warmth even in the darkness of the time was forcing the sturdy stone doors of his sealed heart to fissure open.. to crack. He didn't like it.. if a rock was cracked, it was far easier to break and shatter than a rock that was hard and strong. This went for the heart as well. He felt himself easily angered, easily upset.. easily caring. And it made his confidence sink slightly to know that the guardians had unwillingly left the cold man with enough warmth to melt his wall. Still he was strong enough to keep tears back easily, there was no way Pitch would see him without having blood red eyes glaring back.

Grey was in less of a cage and more of a container. It was a large cube made of a clear, glass-like material but no matter how many times his powerful fists slammed into it, the glass didn't so much as crack. If only I were as strong as this thing.. he mumbled inside of his head. Your feelings don't make you weak, they give you a reason to live. A deep, frustrated sigh blew raven bangs from the reaper's face, eyebrows pulled together to show the cogs turning in his head. "Look at you, all deep in thought. I forgot you got like this, Death, going into your own little world." The voice snapped the reaper from his mind and he looked up coldly as he cold towards the horribly familar voice. He hated the smirk that always seemed to return, the jokingly crude smirk that declaired who was really in control in this situation. He gave a small growl. "I know what's going through your head too.. funny, I used to never understand you. Guess sleeping for a thousand years gets you to be really understanding huh?" There was no answer. Chaos' voice when he said that, 'sleeping for a thousand years' lost its calm tone in replacement for something more angry, blaming. Yellow eyes flashed with anger despite the easy, cool look on the bringer of panic's face. Grey stared quietly up at his captor without a word. Maybe if he didn't seem amusing Chaos would get bored and leave.. or just force him to be intertaining somehow. The thought didn't sound good at all.. "But anyways.. the King wanted to visit you.. ya know, see how you're liking your new home." The smile that came with those words was far too happy for anything Grey wanted to hear, but just as the words came out, a new figure came in the room. Black sand sprouted from his feet into the ground and faded as his soles left the ground, a horse of the same sand trotted behind it's master with pupiless eyes facing the bringer of death with a wary look. Even the sand was afraid of him still but the horse held confidence as long as it was by Pitch's side, protected from the monster before it. Up until his first visit to Pitch's lair, Grey had been immune to nightmares, including the shimmery sand that seemed to be everywhere.. but once Pitch stuffed his head so full of it he could barely think straight, the horrible dreams seemed to follow him without ease. Probably payback for all the times he could just shoo the black steeds away without any fear at all. Now they haunted him.