Let The Music Play || Rise of The Guardians COMPLETED

7

Jack had run into North again, literally.

He wasn't watching his step, and ran directly into North's chest, sending him sprawling backwards, landing on his arm.

"Jesus" Jack wheezed.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah" blood began seeping through the sleeve of his blue hoodie.

"You're bleeding, Jack..."

"It's fine North. I'm fine" Jack played it off, lying as per usual, wishing North would see through his lies as per usual.

The bearded man didn't. He simply accepted what Jack had told him.
As.
Per.
Usual.

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The punishment for lying to someone was a cut.

But lying to North.

That was like lying to a father.

The voices wouldn't tolerate it.

Bleeding, in front of North, you attention whore.

"I'm sorry" the winter spirit whispered, dragging the blade across his arm once.

The scalpel split his porcelains skin in two, snakes of blood running down his arm like rivers.

Oh no, you lied to North.

You know that's not one cut.

"S-sorry" Jack whimpered, digging the blade into his arm again, and again.

Five cuts for lying to North.

And another for feigning stupidity.

"I-I unders-stand."

He choked back screams.

He knew he wasn't in control.

It was like it wasn't his hand holding the blade.

A lump rose in his throat, tears escaped his eyes.

Crying?

Really?

Weakness is a worthy of punishment Jack.

Jack just nodded.

He knew he'd sob if he tried to speak.

And noises like sobbing, according to his mind, was punished with a cut.

Seven cuts.

Cuts over cuts.

Scars over scars.

Pain over pain.

He wiped away his tears.

And, as always, he rinsed his arm under the sink, writhing in pain as the hot water touched his skin, cleaning his wounds, and wrapped them.

As always, he pretended he was okay.