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Rise of the Little Nightmares
part 11
~~~~
Jamie woke up in the elevator shaft that was now dead silent.

He shook his head and rubbed his drooping eyelids, ushering his grogginess away.

There wasn’t much strength in him after his quick wake up, but he climbed up the raptures and stumbled into the next room.

He landed hard on a pile of old dusty books. Two chairs sat by the dying fire. This place was eerie, the silence made him hallucinate whispers into his tiny ears…

Jamie had heard of the Lord of the Maw, or was rather warned about him from Jack.

If this luxurious place was indeed the Lord’s Quarters, he was in big trouble.

A soft, low humming echoed from the room over, a small tinkering music box playing along with the voice.

Peering around the corner, there, Jamie saw him.

Tall, elegant, menacing. The Lord of the Maw.

His robes were long, ill-colored, and his face wore a porcelain mask.

The Lord was surrounded by children’s dolls placed delicately on shelves and pillows.

His delicate, boney hands caressed a golden locket that rung the tune he resonated with so perfectly.

It was sad and serene to see the master of this place like this.

But Jamie was still terrified. He remembered hearing rumors though, that the Lord smells your fear. You must be quiet and quick.

You must be brave and bold.

Determined, Jamie flicked on his flashlight, and slowly strode across the threshold the Lord stood upon.

He watched the tall man, dead silent, until he made his way into the next room.

Portraits, libraries, sculptures, lamps, carpets, clocks….the room was massive, a large staircase with three stories of rooms hung high above his little head.

Where would he even start?

Finding a way out proved more difficult than he ever imagined.

This place was full of puzzles and traps. The Lord might have had unwanted company before.

Jamie seemed to notice the portraits on the walls. Many were of the masked Lord himself, and yet….many were of…strange people.

A few he was familiar with: the Sandman, the now deceased forgotten man at the bottom of the flooded decks below.

Others were of the Bunnyman, a winged colorful woman, hairy creatures, and so many other twisted and disturbing faces.

But Jamie, in his travels, discovered two portraits out of place, separated far apart from the rest, and in terrible condition.

One was of a man. A man who looked normal, if not kind and gentle. Round was his face, pastel blue were his eyes. Blonde and well dressed, a smile plastered on his face. But dusty and rotting was his portrait, tossed on the floor, glass shattered and the canvas ripped… what rage was beget from this man toward the Lord?

How wrongful the indiscretion, how much trifle did they face?

By the Lord’s power, the round faced man must have been dealt with long ago. But why was his portrait there in the first place?

Jamie couldn’t help but be curious. He felt like he was a detective on a mission, almost forgetting about his main objective to leave this place for a moment.

It was all so intriguing.

But the second portrait, one he found stowed away, locked up in an old chest…

A girl.

Raven hair, bold green eyes, posture upright and elegant. Almost like the lord himself.

A picture of a young child, her likeness so akin to the Lord….a daughter?

Her picture left to dust, her face stained… remnants of tears on the page….

Chills crawled up his spine….

Jamie jumped as something giggled in his ear. His head snapped to the side, eyes wide with fear, and watched as the shadows moved.

He ran from the room; the shadows quick to follow.

He only now noticed the humming ceased, the rooms were dark, and he was not alone.

Shadows of Children arose from the floor, laughing and snickering, surrounding little Jamie.

The ashes of those turned to statues scattered along the floor, the souls stuck inside were now let out to play….

…and they wanted Jamie to join them.

Flickering his flashlight was the only way to disintegrate the spirits, their porcelain masks shattered upon their demise.

He managed to escape them, his feet halting when he heard panicked heavy breathing down the hallway.

One foot after the other, the carpet silencing his footsteps, peering around the corner, and there, he saw it…

the Lord of the Maw….his face….old and rotting. Drooping eyes and mouth as though his face harbored black holes…

Slender fingers desperately itched at his complexion as he weeped and whimpered.

Jamie lost his breath, he could not tear his eyes away.

He stepped forward, as if to see closer… but the floorboard creaked, giving away his position.

The Lord’s head snapped up, and through the mirror, saw little Jamie.

He screamed in rage, the light bulbs popped, the mirror shattered, and everything went cold.

Jamie’s breath smoked out of his body, his feet were numb and his teeth chattered.

He heard a strange wind, and he found the Lord levitating towards him.

and then, he ran.

~~
I can't wait to get a copy of the Jack Frost book for GOC! (I'm certain the author will make story choices I will disagree with, but I'm excited regardless)

Jamie Bennett, Pitch Black (C) Rise of the Guardians / ROTG

Description

Rise of the Little Nightmares
part 11
~~~~
Jamie woke up in the elevator shaft that was now dead silent.

He shook his head and rubbed his drooping eyelids, ushering his grogginess away.

There wasn’t much strength in him after his quick wake up, but he climbed up the raptures and stumbled into the next room.

He landed hard on a pile of old dusty books. Two chairs sat by the dying fire. This place was eerie, the silence made him hallucinate whispers into his tiny ears…

Jamie had heard of the Lord of the Maw, or was rather warned about him from Jack.

If this luxurious place was indeed the Lord’s Quarters, he was in big trouble.

A soft, low humming echoed from the room over, a small tinkering music box playing along with the voice.

Peering around the corner, there, Jamie saw him.

Tall, elegant, menacing. The Lord of the Maw.

His robes were long, ill-colored, and his face wore a porcelain mask.

The Lord was surrounded by children’s dolls placed delicately on shelves and pillows.

His delicate, boney hands caressed a golden locket that rung the tune he resonated with so perfectly.

It was sad and serene to see the master of this place like this.

But Jamie was still terrified. He remembered hearing rumors though, that the Lord smells your fear. You must be quiet and quick.

You must be brave and bold.

Determined, Jamie flicked on his flashlight, and slowly strode across the threshold the Lord stood upon.

He watched the tall man, dead silent, until he made his way into the next room.

Portraits, libraries, sculptures, lamps, carpets, clocks….the room was massive, a large staircase with three stories of rooms hung high above his little head.

Where would he even start?

Finding a way out proved more difficult than he ever imagined.

This place was full of puzzles and traps. The Lord might have had unwanted company before.

Jamie seemed to notice the portraits on the walls. Many were of the masked Lord himself, and yet….many were of…strange people.

A few he was familiar with: the Sandman, the now deceased forgotten man at the bottom of the flooded decks below.

Others were of the Bunnyman, a winged colorful woman, hairy creatures, and so many other twisted and disturbing faces.

But Jamie, in his travels, discovered two portraits out of place, separated far apart from the rest, and in terrible condition.

One was of a man. A man who looked normal, if not kind and gentle. Round was his face, pastel blue were his eyes. Blonde and well dressed, a smile plastered on his face. But dusty and rotting was his portrait, tossed on the floor, glass shattered and the canvas ripped… what rage was beget from this man toward the Lord?

How wrongful the indiscretion, how much trifle did they face?

By the Lord’s power, the round faced man must have been dealt with long ago. But why was his portrait there in the first place?

Jamie couldn’t help but be curious. He felt like he was a detective on a mission, almost forgetting about his main objective to leave this place for a moment.

It was all so intriguing.

But the second portrait, one he found stowed away, locked up in an old chest…

A girl.

Raven hair, bold green eyes, posture upright and elegant. Almost like the lord himself.

A picture of a young child, her likeness so akin to the Lord….a daughter?

Her picture left to dust, her face stained… remnants of tears on the page….

Chills crawled up his spine….

Jamie jumped as something giggled in his ear. His head snapped to the side, eyes wide with fear, and watched as the shadows moved.

He ran from the room; the shadows quick to follow.

He only now noticed the humming ceased, the rooms were dark, and he was not alone.

Shadows of Children arose from the floor, laughing and snickering, surrounding little Jamie.

The ashes of those turned to statues scattered along the floor, the souls stuck inside were now let out to play….

…and they wanted Jamie to join them.

Flickering his flashlight was the only way to disintegrate the spirits, their porcelain masks shattered upon their demise.

He managed to escape them, his feet halting when he heard panicked heavy breathing down the hallway.

One foot after the other, the carpet silencing his footsteps, peering around the corner, and there, he saw it…

the Lord of the Maw….his face….old and rotting. Drooping eyes and mouth as though his face harbored black holes…

Slender fingers desperately itched at his complexion as he weeped and whimpered.

Jamie lost his breath, he could not tear his eyes away.

He stepped forward, as if to see closer… but the floorboard creaked, giving away his position.

The Lord’s head snapped up, and through the mirror, saw little Jamie.

He screamed in rage, the light bulbs popped, the mirror shattered, and everything went cold.

Jamie’s breath smoked out of his body, his feet were numb and his teeth chattered.

He heard a strange wind, and he found the Lord levitating towards him.

and then, he ran.

~~
I can't wait to get a copy of the Jack Frost book for GOC! (I'm certain the author will make story choices I will disagree with, but I'm excited regardless)

Jamie Bennett, Pitch Black (C) Rise of the Guardians / ROTG