Thread:Skyebreeze/@comment-24217012-20140530170106/@comment-24217012-20141107224034

(As the guys were thinking of Ds's last words, sometinh is cooking up in Pitch's lair)

Pitch: Look, the plan is simple. We go at middnight, when all of the Guardians are asleep and we take....(Thinks)... How about Jack? I didn't had him in my claws for weeks now.

Eric: No. It's not a good plan. Someone would wake up, like she did, in the past.

Pitch: Then you tell a better idea, mr. Miracle.

Ds: (In the darkness, in the lair, hearing the men talking to themselfs) Tisk tisk tisk, Pitch. I thought you were better at giving comands and making plans.

Pitch: (Looks at the darkness, where he saw someone hiding in it. He could remember the voice) That voice....

Eric: Who's there?

Ds: (Goes out from the darkness and reveals herself) Me. The names:...

Pitch: Dark sister.

Eric: (Looks at Pitch)You two know each other?

Pitch: Yes...but it was a long time ago.

Ds: Oh, you didn't told your new minion about me? How ungratefull from you. And bideway....where is Nazreen?

Pitch: Nazreen is far far away. She is not mine anymore.

Ds: Oh, I see. (Steps forward and goes to Eric and slowly around him) And this is...

Eric: Eric.

Ds: (Looks at Eric) Oh, Eric. (Her looks went to Pitch) How great.

Pitch: What do you want here Dark sister?

Ds: Oh nothing, nothing. Just came here to visit a pal of mine.

Pitch: Pff. Yeah, a pal. That you betrayed him.

Ds: (Giggles evily) What can we do? Sometimes it has to be done. (Turns around)

Eric: (Goes to Pitch and wispers) Isn't that used to be Val?

Ds: You are correct about that...Eric. I am Val...a part of her, as a sister. But a darker version of her - Dark sister. Get it? (Turns around and looks at Eric)

Eric: Okay...

Pitch: You aren't suppose to come here. You are just gonna spoil everything and even betray us..again.

Ds: Hmmm...maybe your right....but maybe your wrong too. You see.... I have enough power to catch those Guardians and to crush them. But...

Pitch: You need help...

Ds: Bingo.

Pitch: Well let me just tell you....We are not going to help you.

Ds: Are you sure? But how about..these? (Throws a meddium sized bag on the table)

Pitch: We don't want your money.

Ds: It's not money. It's something more....spicy. You can look at it and you can tell me, if you really don't need my help.

Pitch: (Thinks it first, then he grabs the bag, opens it and looks inside)

Ds: Pretty, aren't they?

Pitch: (Looks at Ds) What's your plan?