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Hello Everybody! Welcome back to Forever Cupid, I have the latest instalment here for you, this is a continuation from the last and it starts out with Pitch and Merida. Sorry if the story lately seems a little angsty but I thought it was time to really make it dramatic (I’m so sorry what I’m doing to these baby’s and still sorry about chapter 7). Enjoy!
The whip made a loud crack as it slapped across Merida’s back but she bit her lip and swallowed the pain. She refused to yelp or cry for that man. The whip cracked on her back again and this time she couldn’t help but let out a faint yelp as she tugged on her chains.
She was on her knees inside a cage, her arms were stretched out and held in place by chains that clamped around her wrists and were bound to the cage’s wall. It was made so that her body was positioned like a T. She was unable to move, only struggle, and she was vulnerable, just the way Pitch liked her to be. The cage she was in resembled one that you’d put a bird in, except it was large enough to fit her. She assumed that it was a joke that Pitch liked to play on her, putting his little bird in its cage.
“You brought this on yourself you know,” Pitch said. He brought the whip down a finale time before he decided she’d had enough. He was inside the cage and made his way around her front and knelt down on one knee so that the two were face to face. Her head hung low as she panted.
Pitch grabbed her chin and brought her face up so they had eye contact. Merida was grinding her teeth and looking to Pitch angrily, her now blue eyes piercing through him “When am I going to break you?” he scowled. Merida just smirked at this. Anger shot up through Pitch and he backhanded her as hard as he could across the face.
Merida couldn’t help but cry out. Pitch grabbed her chin again. He noticed her bottom lip begin to bleed. “You know you really disappointed me today,” Pitch looked down to her lip and gently wiped away the blood with his thumb but she reeled back at his touch, only able to move back a few inches due to the chains holding her in place. “Get yer’ hands off meh’!”
Pitch chuckled lightly. Her restraint always amused him. She still held back as far as she could but it was no use. Pitch grabbed a lock of her now red hair and entwined his finger in its curl “Such a shame,” he pouted “That you haven’t accepted the darkness yet,” Merida continued to scowl, mostly for her inability to get that creep away from her.
She had realized years ago that whenever the moon was out, even if she couldn’t see it, she would regain her true form with red curls, white wings and all, not the dark twisted figure that Pitch had made her become. Although the night was restraining, it was the only time she regained her consciousness and full control of her body, but it was also the only time she had needed to be in her cage.
It wasn’t like everything blacked out when she was in her shadow form, she could still see and hear and feel, but all the senses seemed dull, and she could control none of her body, only watch as Pitch would puppeteer her from the outside, while she was trapped from within.
She always fought, she was always screaming on the inside of her head but it was no use. Except, that was, for today. She remembered Jack trying to talk to her at the pole, how he slowly approached. How his cold hand felt against her cheek. In her head she was using all her power. Don’t shoot, she thought, don’t shoot! Surprisingly enough she found that she did in fact hold some restraint. Not to any of Pitch’s pleasure that was.
After 250 years Jack hadn’t changed one bit, he still had that unruly hair, not that hers was any better, and those eyes. Looking into his eyes always made her feel fuzzy inside. Why could that be? She remembered how he’d always tease her for reasons that involved her hair and beyond. Merida almost let her lips perk into a smile at the thought. Almost.
Her brow furrowed. She remembered that seeing him had lit something inside of her, given her a spark, so why was it that after years and years of Pitch puppeteering her and her being unable to do anything about it, why was it that as soon as Jack had been there, as soon as she felt a spark in her heart, that she could control her body again?
She was brought abruptly from her deep thoughts at Pitch tsk-ing and mumbling the words “such a disappointment…”
“Well if ya’ haven’t noticed, you don’t c’ntrol meh’” Merida retorted. Pitch scowled and back handed her a second time, but this time Merida steadied herself and didn’t need Pitch to keep her head up. She wore the same defiant look as always. “As far as you’re concerned, my little bird, I own you,” he stood and Merida was forced to look up at him.
“You’ll nev’r break me,” She spat the words at him. “Never, my bird, say never,” and with that Pitch slammed the door of her cage and let the lock click, sealing her in for another night. He turned to leave but just before he disappeared from sight, he turned his head slightly but not enough to face Merida “For your sake,” a pause and he let himself disappear within the shadows. Although he was unseen his voice could be heard lingering “You’d best fallow orders.”
A sigh of relief left Merida’s lips. How long could she keep this up? How- How- Ugh. She shuddered and couldn’t hold back the tears swelling inside her eyes. She answered her own question. She knew she couldn’t keep this- this act up much longer. Pitch had broken her years ago, but the only thing that kept her defiant, that kept her dangling on that thread of hope was- she scoffed and grew angry at herself. What hope? It wasn’t like that suddenly after two hundred and some years frostbite, or anyone could save her.
She scoffed again, she was hopeless. Couldn’t get herself out of this mess and all she could do was cry about it. She cried some more and let her head hang low.
“Hush, hush, don’t let your tears fall,” a soft whisper could be heard. It wasn’t eerie and didn’t echo like Pitch’s would, but this one was comforting, and secluded, like it was only meant for her. Merida gasped and looked up, and there hovering softly in front of her was dim blue flame that danced about like smoke. A wisp.
“Don’t let your tears fall,” it whispered again. Merida immediately stopped and struggled to wipe her tears away on her shoulder. ‘Who- who are you?” the wisp didn’t answer but instead floated upwards. Merida’s eyes fallowed it until it stopped directly above.
“I give you the night my noble maiden fair,” Merida gasped “M- Mum?” she asked quietly. It had to be her. In all the years of Merida’s life only one person and one person only had called her the noble maiden. Her Mother. The wisp suddenly disappeared.
“Wait! Come back!’ Merida cried. But the wisp remained hidden.
Suddenly, she heard a small creaking noise, followed by the sound of rock tumbling. She looked straight up in the direction the wisp had been and gaped at a portion of the caves roof fall in, and letting the rays of the moon shine on her.
As soon as the moon’s beams shone on the cage and her chains, the locks clicked, letting the chains fall off of her and the door to the cage swing open.
Merida couldn’t move for a moment. Was-was this real? Am I dreaming? No, she couldn’t be dreaming. In here, the only things that came were nightmares, this had to be real. Merida stood up uneasily as she approached the door of the cage.
Slowly, she stuck her foot out and let her toes rest on the cold ground. The door was open, and she was free. A sense of utmost happiness swirled inside her, she couldn’t help but scream with joy as she hopped into the air and letter her wings expand with a loud whoosh. In a matter of seconds Merida flew through the gap in the roof of the cave and out into the open night sky, the moon and stars smiling down on her, at least that’s what it felt like.
A millions things past through her mind at once, but the main thing was who should she go to first? At the moment there was only one person she could think of, and she didn’t care if it took her all night, she would find him. She would find him.
Why couldn’t he find her? Jack had been searching ever since he had woken up at the pole. The other guardians had told him what he had missed. Not a second after he got the news he zoomed out of the pole, he heard the other’s call after him but he didn’t care, all he cared about right now was trapped and unable to free herself.
He’d been searching for hours before he finally came across Burgess in the late hours of the night, maybe a few minutes before the dawn. He spotted the pond he had woken up so many years ago. It glistened beneath the fading moon light and seemed to draw him nearer. He let the wind carry him down to the currently frozen pond’s edge. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over him and he dropped to the ground with a heavy sigh.
There was a patch of clear ground before him which he poked lazily with his staff. Frost branched off from it and spread along the patch, twisting and curling until it formed a distinctive shape. A heart, Cupid’s emblem. He eyed it for a moment with a deep frown and then hugged his knees and tucked his head in. This was hopeless.
This was hopeless. Merida had spent a good portion of the night searching the globe but to no avail. It was now almost the dawn, how would she ever find him. She thought for a moment, she could always go to the pole, North might know what to do? No, she dismissed it, the old toy maker couldn’t help her, in fact, she didn’t think anyone could help her.
She let a long sigh escape her mouth. What was she even doing anymore? She drifted slowly to the ground and breathed slowly. Along with her breath came a faint whisper that didn’t come from her. Although her spirits perked as she whipped her head back and forth to find the source of the noise.
Hush, hush. There it was again! Merida turned her head to the source and floating a few feet in front of her was a will-o-the-wisp, seemingly drawing her nearer, pulling her in, wanting nothing more for her to fallow. She had dealt with the wisp before, and she knew fallowing would be the change in her fate, which was exactly what she needed right now.
Without a moment’s hesitation she bounded towards the wisp that, instead of disappearing and creating a trail like she would expect, the wisp bolted straight into the air and she leapt along with it, letting her wings expand with a loud whoosh, and flew after it.
“Com’ere you!” Merida yelled after it, but it zipped above the world for miles, at an amazing speed, but Merida was never one to lag. After what seemed like seconds of flying the wisp dove downwards into a forest blanketed in patches of snow. Merida zipped after it and upon reaching the ground she let her wings retract. The forest was still around her, not a sound to be heard, Merida listened intently for the sound of the wisp but, there was nothing.
“Why would tha’ wisp’s lead meh’ here?” she asked to no one in particular, and as if her question was answered, a distant breathing, no, more like a sob, could be heard. Almost as if it were echoing in her ear. She fallowed the sobs through the thin woods, brushing past leafless branches and shrubs as she went, until finally the forest opened up into a clearing that held a pond on the edge of some town.
There was nothing noticeably unique about the pond except for the bot that sat on its frozen edge. Even though it was from his back side, with that white mop of hair and the staff laying at his side Merida knew exactly who it was “Jack…” his name left her lips in a whisper, and she watched as his head almost twitched at the sound. He slowly raised it and paused for a moment, as if he was scared to turn around, like what he would find would be the result of nothing but his ears betraying him.
Jacks head began to turn and Merida stepped from the tree line, she hadn’t even realized the wide grin set on her face. Jack turned his head, slightly rotating his body, he mothed her name before his eyes lit up and he smiled in what almost looked like shock and disbelief.
“Merida!” he cried her name and didn’t even stand, he just let the wind pick him up and send him flying over to her.it was amazing she hadn’t fell when Jack went ramming into her and wrapped his arms around her, one being around her waist and the other entangling its hand in her hair. At first she didn’t hug him back in the fact of shock, also she’d never been the ‘hugging’ type, but as her face was buried into his shoulder and she could feel his every breath with the rise and fall of his chest, she knew it felt right, and in turn, wrapped her arms around him as the sun began to peak over the rocks.
“Jack” her voice was muffled since her face was buried in his shoulder “Yeah?” Jack breathed. “I can’t breathe,” his eyes widened and he pulled away from her with a grin plastered on his face, but it slowly faded into a look of worry and anger. “Did Pitch do this?” he asked sternly looking at her newly forming bruise. Merida touched it “Jack, don’t worry ‘ bout it,”
He clenched his jaw. How can she stand this? 250 years of it! His anger then turned to curiosity as a thought occurred “Merida…” he trailed off and squinted his eyes at the newly raising sun “how did you get away?”
Merida didn’t answer, instead stood there looking off into the distance, expressionless. She suddenly looked Jack in the eye and whispered “run”
In an instance of saying the word, Merida’s skin went pale, her eyes became foggy and the roots of her hair turned black. She through her arms back and let shadow well up inside them before thrusting them forward in Jacks direction. The blast sent him flying through the air onto the ice of the pond, leaving him winded and his chest stinging. He glanced back at Merida to see her dark wings expand of her fully transformed shadow like body and take off.
No! He thought sternly, he is not going to let her get back to Pitch.
Hey everybody! Ugh, this update took FOREVER and it’s because my inspirational juices are running low and I’ve been spending time with some other projects. I also left this chapter short because I have two different directions the story can go in at his point and I don’t know which way I want it, so I ask you all if you want this story to end within the next 3 chapters or within the next 5 chapters both story lines are similar and really the only difference is length so let me know, and I’ll try not to go hiatus on you all. Please like and REVIEW. I never get reviews anymore and they really help boost the inspo. Thanks!
-Aberdeenqueen22
Hello Everybody! Welcome back to Forever Cupid, I have the latest instalment here for you, this is a continuation from the last and it starts out with Pitch and Merida. Sorry if the story lately seems a little angsty but I thought it was time to really make it dramatic (I’m so sorry what I’m doing to these baby’s and still sorry about chapter 7). Enjoy!
The whip made a loud crack as it slapped across Merida’s back but she bit her lip and swallowed the pain. She refused to yelp or cry for that man. The whip cracked on her back again and this time she couldn’t help but let out a faint yelp as she tugged on her chains.
She was on her knees inside a cage, her arms were stretched out and held in place by chains that clamped around her wrists and were bound to the cage’s wall. It was made so that her body was positioned like a T. She was unable to move, only struggle, and she was vulnerable, just the way Pitch liked her to be. The cage she was in resembled one that you’d put a bird in, except it was large enough to fit her. She assumed that it was a joke that Pitch liked to play on her, putting his little bird in its cage.
“You brought this on yourself you know,” Pitch said. He brought the whip down a finale time before he decided she’d had enough. He was inside the cage and made his way around her front and knelt down on one knee so that the two were face to face. Her head hung low as she panted.
Pitch grabbed her chin and brought her face up so they had eye contact. Merida was grinding her teeth and looking to Pitch angrily, her now blue eyes piercing through him “When am I going to break you?” he scowled. Merida just smirked at this. Anger shot up through Pitch and he backhanded her as hard as he could across the face.
Merida couldn’t help but cry out. Pitch grabbed her chin again. He noticed her bottom lip begin to bleed. “You know you really disappointed me today,” Pitch looked down to her lip and gently wiped away the blood with his thumb but she reeled back at his touch, only able to move back a few inches due to the chains holding her in place. “Get yer’ hands off meh’!”
Pitch chuckled lightly. Her restraint always amused him. She still held back as far as she could but it was no use. Pitch grabbed a lock of her now red hair and entwined his finger in its curl “Such a shame,” he pouted “That you haven’t accepted the darkness yet,” Merida continued to scowl, mostly for her inability to get that creep away from her.
She had realized years ago that whenever the moon was out, even if she couldn’t see it, she would regain her true form with red curls, white wings and all, not the dark twisted figure that Pitch had made her become. Although the night was restraining, it was the only time she regained her consciousness and full control of her body, but it was also the only time she had needed to be in her cage.
It wasn’t like everything blacked out when she was in her shadow form, she could still see and hear and feel, but all the senses seemed dull, and she could control none of her body, only watch as Pitch would puppeteer her from the outside, while she was trapped from within.
She always fought, she was always screaming on the inside of her head but it was no use. Except, that was, for today. She remembered Jack trying to talk to her at the pole, how he slowly approached. How his cold hand felt against her cheek. In her head she was using all her power. Don’t shoot, she thought, don’t shoot! Surprisingly enough she found that she did in fact hold some restraint. Not to any of Pitch’s pleasure that was.
After 250 years Jack hadn’t changed one bit, he still had that unruly hair, not that hers was any better, and those eyes. Looking into his eyes always made her feel fuzzy inside. Why could that be? She remembered how he’d always tease her for reasons that involved her hair and beyond. Merida almost let her lips perk into a smile at the thought. Almost.
Her brow furrowed. She remembered that seeing him had lit something inside of her, given her a spark, so why was it that after years and years of Pitch puppeteering her and her being unable to do anything about it, why was it that as soon as Jack had been there, as soon as she felt a spark in her heart, that she could control her body again?
She was brought abruptly from her deep thoughts at Pitch tsk-ing and mumbling the words “such a disappointment…”
“Well if ya’ haven’t noticed, you don’t c’ntrol meh’” Merida retorted. Pitch scowled and back handed her a second time, but this time Merida steadied herself and didn’t need Pitch to keep her head up. She wore the same defiant look as always. “As far as you’re concerned, my little bird, I own you,” he stood and Merida was forced to look up at him.
“You’ll nev’r break me,” She spat the words at him. “Never, my bird, say never,” and with that Pitch slammed the door of her cage and let the lock click, sealing her in for another night. He turned to leave but just before he disappeared from sight, he turned his head slightly but not enough to face Merida “For your sake,” a pause and he let himself disappear within the shadows. Although he was unseen his voice could be heard lingering “You’d best fallow orders.”
A sigh of relief left Merida’s lips. How long could she keep this up? How- How- Ugh. She shuddered and couldn’t hold back the tears swelling inside her eyes. She answered her own question. She knew she couldn’t keep this- this act up much longer. Pitch had broken her years ago, but the only thing that kept her defiant, that kept her dangling on that thread of hope was- she scoffed and grew angry at herself. What hope? It wasn’t like that suddenly after two hundred and some years frostbite, or anyone could save her.
She scoffed again, she was hopeless. Couldn’t get herself out of this mess and all she could do was cry about it. She cried some more and let her head hang low.
“Hush, hush, don’t let your tears fall,” a soft whisper could be heard. It wasn’t eerie and didn’t echo like Pitch’s would, but this one was comforting, and secluded, like it was only meant for her. Merida gasped and looked up, and there hovering softly in front of her was dim blue flame that danced about like smoke. A wisp.
“Don’t let your tears fall,” it whispered again. Merida immediately stopped and struggled to wipe her tears away on her shoulder. ‘Who- who are you?” the wisp didn’t answer but instead floated upwards. Merida’s eyes fallowed it until it stopped directly above.
“I give you the night my noble maiden fair,” Merida gasped “M- Mum?” she asked quietly. It had to be her. In all the years of Merida’s life only one person and one person only had called her the noble maiden. Her Mother. The wisp suddenly disappeared.
“Wait! Come back!’ Merida cried. But the wisp remained hidden.
Suddenly, she heard a small creaking noise, followed by the sound of rock tumbling. She looked straight up in the direction the wisp had been and gaped at a portion of the caves roof fall in, and letting the rays of the moon shine on her.
As soon as the moon’s beams shone on the cage and her chains, the locks clicked, letting the chains fall off of her and the door to the cage swing open.
Merida couldn’t move for a moment. Was-was this real? Am I dreaming? No, she couldn’t be dreaming. In here, the only things that came were nightmares, this had to be real. Merida stood up uneasily as she approached the door of the cage.
Slowly, she stuck her foot out and let her toes rest on the cold ground. The door was open, and she was free. A sense of utmost happiness swirled inside her, she couldn’t help but scream with joy as she hopped into the air and letter her wings expand with a loud whoosh. In a matter of seconds Merida flew through the gap in the roof of the cave and out into the open night sky, the moon and stars smiling down on her, at least that’s what it felt like.
A millions things past through her mind at once, but the main thing was who should she go to first? At the moment there was only one person she could think of, and she didn’t care if it took her all night, she would find him. She would find him.
Why couldn’t he find her? Jack had been searching ever since he had woken up at the pole. The other guardians had told him what he had missed. Not a second after he got the news he zoomed out of the pole, he heard the other’s call after him but he didn’t care, all he cared about right now was trapped and unable to free herself.
He’d been searching for hours before he finally came across Burgess in the late hours of the night, maybe a few minutes before the dawn. He spotted the pond he had woken up so many years ago. It glistened beneath the fading moon light and seemed to draw him nearer. He let the wind carry him down to the currently frozen pond’s edge. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over him and he dropped to the ground with a heavy sigh.
There was a patch of clear ground before him which he poked lazily with his staff. Frost branched off from it and spread along the patch, twisting and curling until it formed a distinctive shape. A heart, Cupid’s emblem. He eyed it for a moment with a deep frown and then hugged his knees and tucked his head in. This was hopeless.
This was hopeless. Merida had spent a good portion of the night searching the globe but to no avail. It was now almost the dawn, how would she ever find him. She thought for a moment, she could always go to the pole, North might know what to do? No, she dismissed it, the old toy maker couldn’t help her, in fact, she didn’t think anyone could help her.
She let a long sigh escape her mouth. What was she even doing anymore? She drifted slowly to the ground and breathed slowly. Along with her breath came a faint whisper that didn’t come from her. Although her spirits perked as she whipped her head back and forth to find the source of the noise.
Hush, hush. There it was again! Merida turned her head to the source and floating a few feet in front of her was a will-o-the-wisp, seemingly drawing her nearer, pulling her in, wanting nothing more for her to fallow. She had dealt with the wisp before, and she knew fallowing would be the change in her fate, which was exactly what she needed right now.
Without a moment’s hesitation she bounded towards the wisp that, instead of disappearing and creating a trail like she would expect, the wisp bolted straight into the air and she leapt along with it, letting her wings expand with a loud whoosh, and flew after it.
“Com’ere you!” Merida yelled after it, but it zipped above the world for miles, at an amazing speed, but Merida was never one to lag. After what seemed like seconds of flying the wisp dove downwards into a forest blanketed in patches of snow. Merida zipped after it and upon reaching the ground she let her wings retract. The forest was still around her, not a sound to be heard, Merida listened intently for the sound of the wisp but, there was nothing.
“Why would tha’ wisp’s lead meh’ here?” she asked to no one in particular, and as if her question was answered, a distant breathing, no, more like a sob, could be heard. Almost as if it were echoing in her ear. She fallowed the sobs through the thin woods, brushing past leafless branches and shrubs as she went, until finally the forest opened up into a clearing that held a pond on the edge of some town.
There was nothing noticeably unique about the pond except for the bot that sat on its frozen edge. Even though it was from his back side, with that white mop of hair and the staff laying at his side Merida knew exactly who it was “Jack…” his name left her lips in a whisper, and she watched as his head almost twitched at the sound. He slowly raised it and paused for a moment, as if he was scared to turn around, like what he would find would be the result of nothing but his ears betraying him.
Jacks head began to turn and Merida stepped from the tree line, she hadn’t even realized the wide grin set on her face. Jack turned his head, slightly rotating his body, he mothed her name before his eyes lit up and he smiled in what almost looked like shock and disbelief.
“Merida!” he cried her name and didn’t even stand, he just let the wind pick him up and send him flying over to her.it was amazing she hadn’t fell when Jack went ramming into her and wrapped his arms around her, one being around her waist and the other entangling its hand in her hair. At first she didn’t hug him back in the fact of shock, also she’d never been the ‘hugging’ type, but as her face was buried into his shoulder and she could feel his every breath with the rise and fall of his chest, she knew it felt right, and in turn, wrapped her arms around him as the sun began to peak over the rocks.
“Jack” her voice was muffled since her face was buried in his shoulder “Yeah?” Jack breathed. “I can’t breathe,” his eyes widened and he pulled away from her with a grin plastered on his face, but it slowly faded into a look of worry and anger. “Did Pitch do this?” he asked sternly looking at her newly forming bruise. Merida touched it “Jack, don’t worry ‘ bout it,”
He clenched his jaw. How can she stand this? 250 years of it! His anger then turned to curiosity as a thought occurred “Merida…” he trailed off and squinted his eyes at the newly raising sun “how did you get away?”
Merida didn’t answer, instead stood there looking off into the distance, expressionless. She suddenly looked Jack in the eye and whispered “run”
In an instance of saying the word, Merida’s skin went pale, her eyes became foggy and the roots of her hair turned black. She through her arms back and let shadow well up inside them before thrusting them forward in Jacks direction. The blast sent him flying through the air onto the ice of the pond, leaving him winded and his chest stinging. He glanced back at Merida to see her dark wings expand of her fully transformed shadow like body and take off.
No! He thought sternly, he is not going to let her get back to Pitch.
Hey everybody! Ugh, this update took FOREVER and it’s because my inspirational juices are running low and I’ve been spending time with some other projects. I also left this chapter short because I have two different directions the story can go in at his point and I don’t know which way I want it, so I ask you all if you want this story to end within the next 3 chapters or within the next 5 chapters both story lines are similar and really the only difference is length so let me know, and I’ll try not to go hiatus on you all. Please like and REVIEW. I never get reviews anymore and they really help boost the inspo. Thanks!
-Aberdeenqueen22
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