Frostbitten

Chapter 31

*Elsas POV*

I had no idea who that guy was. He had a sharp jaw and wore-

"Elsa come on."

"Coming." I gather my things and grab a hold of Jacks hand.

He has insisted on staying, until the guy who violated me is caught. And frankly, I don't want him to leave.

"Where are we going?"

"Elsa..how many times are you going to ask me that? You know that you'll get the same answer."

I roll my eyes. He always makes things so frustrating.

But you love him...Shut up... Great now I'm talking to myself. "What are you thinking about snowflake?"

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with Mr. Frost."

Jack laughs. "I think I do since you said that I didn't."

"Don't play mind games on me, by twisting my words around."

"But it's fun." I give him a look, and he laughs.

"Oh come snowflake. Have a little fun." Jack winks at me. I blush madly. "Can we please just go?"

We're already in the car, Jack starts the engine. Soon we arrive at the park. Jack takes a hold of my hand, and starts jogging a little.

He lets go when we reach a large tree. "Come on, climb it." Jack grabs a hold of one of the lower branches. Lifting himself up.

I do the same thing, when I find a branch low enough for me to grab a hold of. We don't stop until we're half way up the tree.

Jack takes a hold of my hand, making me sit down next to him. Our feet propped up by the branch below us. "So, I bet you're wondering why I brought you here."

"To take my mind off things."

"..Not exactly." Jack cringes a little, I give him a confused look.

"What do you mean?"

"I brought you here because...I wanted to know what the guy who attacked you. Looked like." I start to get up, ready to climb down.

Jack takes a hold of my hand. "Please Elsa." I huff and sit back down. "Fine....He had a sharp jaw..and a really pointed chin..He wore, blue jeans, a black jacket, gray shirt and...He had gold like eyes...also black hair."

Jacks eyes went wide when I said that the guy had gold eyes. Even wider when I said black hair. "What?"

"Oh my God. Elsa do you even know who you just survived an attack from?"

"Survived?? What do you mean? How do you know who this guy is??" Now I'm a little more scared than I was before.

"Elsa...that was the serial rapist/murder. He calls himself.. Pitch Black." Now it's my turn for my eyes to expand.

I have heard stories about him...but I assumed he would've caught by now. Wouldn't he?

The reason why he calls himself Pitch Black. Is because, no one sees him coming. And everyone is afraid of him. It's like he lives off of fear.

Everyone started thinking he was just an urban legend...then bodies started showing up.

Women brutally murdered and rapped. If they fought him, he would kill them, then rape them. It's disgusting. There have only been three survivors, out of the thirty women he has attacked.

Now thirty-one victims...with four survivors. "D-do I need to ask the police for protection? I-I mean, what if he's not finished with me? What if he comes back to kill me, to finish what he started?"