~Vincent~
I stare from below the window and watch as her mother and father hug her. I see her smile. Something painful bumps in my chest. I gasp and grab my chest where my heart would be, falling to the ground. I try to control my breathing, but the pain continues. I yell out in pain, but no sound comes out.
Just as it had come, it stops. I gasp and sit back on the heels of my shoes, looking down at my chest in wonder. 'What was that?' I keep a hand to my chest and use the other to whistle only it was so low, no human could hear it. A dark horse gallops from the darkness and I wrap a hand around it's neck, swinging myself over it. With one more look at the window, I turn the horse around, and move into the shadows of the dark woods.
A portal opens around me as the horse picks up speed and we run right through it. I enter the lair and I suck in a deep breath of air, taking in the sulfur. I look around at the grey room. 'Everything seems to be in place..' I jump down from the horse and run my hand down it's muzzle, look into it's eyes and blow a breath, watching as it crumble into tiny specks of darkness, disappearing into the shadows.
I walk down to a door the hangs upside down and step through. "Father, I'm home." I walk into the dark room, flipping on a lamp, which casts only a hint of grey light into the room.
"Son...what have you found? Anything to use against the guardians?" My father, Pitch, walks up to the bars and wraps his hand around one of them. Jessica flashes through my mind for a slip second, but for some reason I don't mention her. "Or..at least any way to get me out of this?" He grabs onto the bar tighter and shakes it, going into a complete rage.
"Not yet. But I will!" I reply, determined. 'I need to find a way to talk to Jessica again.' My father looks at my closely and motions me over. I look back, confused, but slowly go over. My father gives me a small smile before reaching out and grabbing my hair, pulling my head against the bars.
"You're lying to me, boy. Tell me, or I'll drag you in here with me." He grips tighter, grabbing my shirt with his other hand. My father has become more savage over the years since he's been in this prison. "Tell me! Tell me!" He bangs my head against the bars, ripping hair.
"Fine! Jack Frost and Queen Elsa have a child. There?! Happy?!" I tug to pull away and he lets go, staring into space. I look away from him. 'What have I done..'
"A child..." Father says quietly. He snaps his fingers and looks at me, a giant smile on his face. "You...you will bring it to me.." I shake my head and back away. Father glares and looks at me in confusion, then his eyes go wide and he starts whispering. "Prendete questo bambino a te."
"Dad what are you-" I get cut off from more of his whispers.
"Rendere questo bambino ascolta te ... fare il tuo lavoro." The whispers become more urgent and I walk up to the bars. "Fare di lui il tuo schiavo!" I choke, grabbing my throat.
I look down and watch as dark tendons wrap around my legs, slowly creeping up. My eyes widen and I try to grab it, ripping it away from my legs, but it just slips through my fingers and continues to climb up. It snaps my hands to my side as it climbs higher, wrapping around my neck. My father continues to talk as the tendons wrap around me, causing it harder to breathe.
"This is great! Their child must have so much power! So much...that it must be sucking away their own life forms." My father chuckles and I stop struggling at the words. 'They're dying? Because Jessica is sucking away their powers?' "Yes, Jack won't go down easily..but Elsa on the other hand...she's getting old." My father laughs louder and puts his hands together, looking at me. "I have no idea how old this child is, but if she continues to live, then she will suck out all of the power..in both of them." He walks up to the bars and looks into my eyes, putting his finger under my chin and tilting up my head.
My mind starts to get foggy, but I try to get some answers first before I go under. I struggle to talk, coughing up some blood in the process. "W-what...do you..mean.." I try to say more, but I just cough more. My father smirks at me and paces in his cell.
"The child is the heir of Jack and Elsa, so the child is going to get powers from somewhere. But, if something were to happen to the child, Jack and Elsa's own essence would be sucked into the child until so said child consumed their whole life force to complete their own." Father shrugs and stops pacing. "This has happened before, but know ones knows the cure--" I interrupt my father, having nothing else to lose.
"The Man...in the Moon brought the kid back...from death." I cough, but continue. "Why would they...do this?" My father snickers and comes closer by me. He leans close and the tendons make me come closer to him. He grabs my head and slams it against the bars, pulling me ear close.
"It's not their fault. I've been working on something for over 19 years...I've been darkening the Moon little by little." My eyes go wide as the information sinks in, the fog getting stronger. "I'm not going to tell you how, but just know, my son, that soon we will be the greatest beings this world has ever seen. And Jack Frost may not die, he will be weak. Very week. That's when I shall use their own child to break me out of this cell and we shall--" His voice blur's out as the fog takes over my ears and my eyes.
'Prendete questo bambino a te.'
'Rendere questo bambino ascolta te ... fare il tuo lavoro.'
'Fare di lui il tuo schiavo!'
