Jack brought me to Antarctica.
I mean, it's not an awful place to go.
It certainly fit my mood.
He led me to an iceberg. He glared at the edge, at the freezing water beyond it.
"Jack. Tell me what you're thinking." I told him.
He was gritting his teeth. His face was turning blue. Which to someone warm blooded, would be red with rage. "We could've stopped it."
"Yeah we could've." I stated. My arms grabbed his, flexing them down to keep him from lashing out. Jack seethed. "But then one of the others would've taken Sophie home. Who knows what Pitch would've done to them."
"But we still could've fought the Nightmares. We could've protected those eggs!"
"How do you know that?" I questioned him. "Do you- do you have any idea how many Nightmares they fought?"
"No! Because I wasn't there!"
"Because Pitch lured us to his liar!"
"He wouldn't have done that-"
"He could've made us fight the eggs! It was dark in that fear scape thing- I would've hit you if the shadows hadn't pulled back!"
"WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!" Jack shouted in my face.
"WE'RE STUPID KIDS!" I shouted back. "HOW COULD WE?"
Jack continued to feel the rage.
He ran away from me, rushing to the iceberg. My wings flapped, pushing me after him.
Jack reeled his arm back to throw the teeth.
I halted, just short of him. He may be angry, but those are his teeth. He should get to keep them.
My hand clenched around the canister in my hand.
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for Kryptonite on this one-way street
I'm only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
It's not easy
To be me
"I thought this might happen." Pitch's voice appeared behind me.
My hand clenched again.
"They never really believed in you. I was just trying to show you that. But I understand."
All my life I've been good but now
Whoa I'm thinking 'what the hell'
"SHUT UP!" I raged.
Turning around, I fired four arrows at Pitch. Jack fired a large blast of ice. Pitch blocked it all woth nightmare sand. Sand that was only powerful because of what he'd done to Sandy.
"You don't understand anything!" Jack leapt over myself, landing on the other side of Pitch. He blasted more ice.
"You're a sociopath! They have no feelings or empathy!" I flung more arrows, trying to fire from all directions so Pitch would feel trapped.
Pitch grunted in annoyance- because he was barely using any effort against us. My arrows collided with his sand, bursting into golden ash.
"No? I don't know what it's like to be cast out?" Pitch shouted over the roar of the snow.
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Cupid's Rising
FanfictionShe has no idea how long she's been doing this. Her memories only go back three months, she could have been doing it for centuries before and she wouldn't know. But, if she doesn't remember it couldn't be that important. (Darcy is 45)(Lilac is 7-8)(...
