Chapter Ten (Jack's POV)
You will loose everything. And I will watch as you watch everything you value leave you. He will hate you when I'm done. Everyone will remember you, only to forget.
He will hate you.
He will hate you.
I gasped awake. Hiccup was still asleep next to me, just as I left him. My heart was a bird in its cage, and I couldn't breathe. Calm down, Jack, it was only a dream. He's still here, asleep, next to you. Just a dream. Hic's slow, steady breathing lulls me back to sleep.
He doesn't love you now, but when I'm done, he'll hate you. You'll be alone in this world, forever. Who would love Jack Frost? The murderer, the dead boy. Not Hiccup, that's for sure.
I slept until midday. When I did wake, Hiccup was against the wall, reading. "He lives!" he exclaimed, dog-earing the page and looking up at me. "Oh," he winced, "you look terrible." I just nodded. "I didn't sleep well," I replied. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said, closing his book to join me on the bed. After he settled down next to me, he leaned over and gave me a slow, soft kiss. He then rested his head into my neck, our chests touching. "We'll figure this out ok?" he reassured.
(Hiccup's POV)
I hated keeping things from him. I sucked at it. But, he wouldn't let me go if I told him, and I had to go.
I looked back up at him. He blinked, and said, "Hey, Hic? I think I'm gonna take a nap." I smiled. "Ok, I'll be here with you."
He was out cold as soon as his head hit the pillow. I stayed next to him for a few minutes before tucking him in and creeping downstairs.
Out the door and walking down the road I went. I was following specific instructions. Through the woods, down the left deer trail, on the east side of the river by the stump. When I arrived, I sat on the stump and waited. The trees whispered profanities, causing me to shiver. I looked over my shoulder, then back again. Where empty space had been moments go stood a tall, skeletal figure. His hair was slicked back, and his eyes sunken eyes, making his cheekbones stick out. His skin had a dull gray colour to it, and his fingers were knives as he dragged them under my chin.
"Pitch," I hissed, staring at his sunken face. "Hiccup, I see you've been well. Not for much longer, but that's fine. I expect you know why I'm here?" His voice was multiplied and raspy. I nodded curtly, and asked, "Why?" "You know that too. Apparently killing your boyfriend wasn't enough-" "You did that?!" "-enough to separate and break you. Because gay love can pierce the veil of death, blah blah blah. Anyway, luckily enough, I'm not dead-dead, but neither is he. I'll just torment him some more."
I backed up from Pitch. "I still don't see why I'm here." He laughed, the sound of swords striking stone. "I need you to be the messenger boy. I usually wouldn't ever employ the services of a...well, your kind, but I feel this will be more effective." He cleared his throat. "Tell him to come to me tonight, or I'll take what's mine." "Never," I said. He waved his hand and disappeared.
I started to walk back when I heard a great cracking. I looked to see a tree tipping towards me. I dive out of the way, but my prosthetic is stuck under the trunk. Rather than trying to unwedge it, I undo the straps of the foot and pull my stump out. I get a staff and hobble off.
I didn't get very far when the trees whisper and the air bites my face. Pitch screeches, and blasts me from where I was standing. "I hope you reconsider my warning," were the last words I heard before I slipped into nothing.
(Jack's POV)
"HICCUP!" I screamed into the day. I had been calling and searching for him. He was nowhere. Pitch. Pitch has Hiccup. And I'm gonna get him back.
I flew out the window and above the trees, looking down. From the air, I spot a glint of metal beneath the tree canopy. As I neared, the glint took shape. It was Hiccup's foot, jammed in between rocks and a felled tree. Going towards his house were drag marks where Hiccup had dragged himself to the nearest tree. The dragging stopped, as he must have picked up a walking stick. I followed his hobbled until they stopped.
"Hiccup!" I screamed. I saw him, lying in the riverbed, face down, several feet below. "No, no, no," I whispered, jumping down to grab him. He wasn't moving, no matter how hard I shook him.
