Repressed (The second book in the Memories series)

The Window

Jack lied down and stared out of the window, full of lethargy. He never knew what to do at this place. There were no trees to climb on, no ponds to freeze, there was nothing at all. As he continued to stare out at the frosty land below, he began to become mesmerized by it. He didn't know what time it was, or if he would ever be able to move, he had become caught up in his lie of a life. 

As time passed, Jack eventually fell asleep. He could be seen drooling slightly while turning over in his bed. All was well, and quiet until 3.00 in the morning. 

Jack heard a slight tapping upon his frosty window. He slowly peeled one eye open to peer at the source of all the racket. He froze when he saw what, or rather who it was that staring back at him. 

There perched upon his window sill was none other than .... Pitch Black.

Fear slowly crawled its way up Jack's throat. He immediately regretted leaving his staff beside his door all the way across the room.

Jack lye motionless in his bed while Pitch fiddled with the lock on the window. Why didn't he just jump shadows? Jack thought silently. Pitch looked up at Jack and stared him straight in the eye. A small smile formed upon his dark lips. He gave Jack a curt nod and disappeared into the shadows. 

Jack found that he was frozen with fear. Pitch was here, he was less than a foot away. What did he want? Jack tried desperately to relieve himself of his sleep paralysis, and looked around the room. There was no sign of Pitch. He was just here. Where could he have gone?  Jack thought whilst snagging his staff, and proceeding to search the room.

His question was soon answered as a loud crash could be heard from North's room. Jack's eyes widened as he rushed forward to help. He ran down the spiraling hallways, scaled the elevator shaft and finally arrived at North's door. Jack noticed that it had been left ajar. Cautiously, he entered the chilly room. He looked around and immediately saw North collapsed on the floor with a pile of smashed ice beside him. Pitch hovered near the Burly made, whilst chanting some unknown spell. Jack rushed forward to Pitch just as soon as he finished chanting.

"Ahh, Jack. There's nothing left to be saved. The Santa Clause you knew... is .... gone." Pitch stated.

"What do you mean, "Gone'?" Jack asked cautiously.

"Oh, Jack. Not so many questions. That's all you've ever done. I think it's about time you got some answers." 

Jack stared curiously at Pitch while subconsciously lowering his staff. While Jack pondered his words, he wasn't able to see Pitch begin to silently chant a spell.

"Oh Jack, you'll see your buddy North very soon. Unohtaa! "