Icy Court

Missing

Jack's POV

The feeds. The feeds. That had to be our only option. Why did it have to be the feeds?

"The feeds are... In his room."

Elsa's face fell. I knew about Pitch's room. He keeps it under lock and key. If he catches you in there, you're better off dead.

"There's a door in his closet. It leads to an underground room and all of the feeds are down there on a USB port. Get that USB, and there's a tunnel behind the computers that Melanie and I dug as a quick way out. It leads right to my house. Just tell my parents you're helping me and they'll help you."

"Well, I can get in. I still have the key he gave me to his house and I know what time he falls asleep and sneak in. I'll do it tonight. I'll see you tommorrow."

Then she got up and left.

~~TIME SKIP~~

Elsa's POV

I looked at my watch. 1:00. In the morning. I f he's not asleep by now he never will be.

I drove up to his house and unlocked the door. When I got to his bedroom, I took a bobby pin out of my hair. I've become very skilled at picking locks.

I open the door and before I can even react, there's a hand clamping over my mouth.

I was gonna end it here, but then I realized that this is terribly short. So, ON WITH THE STORY!!

3 months later

Jack's POV

"I'll see you tommorrow."

Elsa's words resonated in my head.

"I'll see you tommorrow."

The last words she said to me before she went missing.

It's been three months since Elsa went missing. For all I know, she could be dead. If she is, I know exactly who did it.

That bastard, Pitch Black.

I'm sitting all alone in my cell. Bunny's at court. He got a fair trial.

I'm staring at the wall and I hear somebody walk up behind me.

"What?" I snap.

"Are you Elsa Winters' client?"

"Yeah. So what? In case you haven't noticed, she's missing."

"That's why I'm here. You have been granted parole to help look for her."

I whipped around as the cell door opened. I see a man in around his mid-30s. "Two questions. One, who are you? Two, are you serious?!"

"My name is Walt. And I'm dead serious. Now, let's go."

He gave me a pair of brown jeans, a white t-shirt, and a blue hoodie. Then we drove away. Just like that.

I spoke up. "Hey, can we make a stop?"

"Sure. Family?"

"Yeah. My parents and little sister."

I gave him the directions to my house.

We pulled into my driveway and I walked up to the porch. I took a deep breath and knocked.

To my suprise, my little sister, Emma, came to the door.

"J-jack?" She was so pale, she looked like she had just seen a ghost.

"Hey Em. It's me. I got parole." I tried to give her a hug but she just backed away. "Em, it's okay. It's me."

"You're a killer."