CHAPTER ONE- Lying Cold
Jack Frost stared at the twisted black ice sculpture they had just made together from the fight.
"Look what we can do together, Jack!" Exclaimed Pitch, the Boogeyman himself. "It's time for fear to rule the world and we can do it together, with darkness and ice. We will finally be believed in!"
"We will be feared. I won't do it!" Jack turns his back and begins to stomp away when he hears a familiar little squeak. He gasps "Baby Tooth!" and he turns around to see Pitch, squeezing her in the palm of his dark hand.
"If you're not going to help me Jack, then I will be certain that you cannot interfere. Your staff." He gestures for Jack to hand it over, a maniacal trade. Jack looks at his staff then at Baby Tooth. He knows what he should do and reluctantly swings his staff one last time before he hands it over to Pitch.
"Now, give me back Baby Tooth."
"No." Pitch says with a grin. "I want to be certain that I crush your powers and your spirit. You are to be alone, wandering this frozen waste land. No way to fly. No one to pull tricks on. No friends. You almost had the other guardians but, alas, you let them down too. You're always making a mess of things, Jack. Disappointing everyone you come in contact with. Snow Days only last a day, Jack. When they get back to school it's twice as much work to make up for that missed day." Pitch begins to circle Jack leaning in on hurtful words while Jack stares at the ground. "You think people enjoy being cold? HAH! You're worthless. Your powers? Wind, cold and ice? Sure you can say them and make it sound important and special. But in the end… they are worthless too. You are a worthless young man with worthless powers and a worthless cause." Each time he says the word 'worthless' Pitch says it with even more hatred.
Jack's fists begin to tighten then he just lets them loose. He lost all hope. Just then Pitch takes a swing at Jack with the staff and knocks him to the ground rolling in the snow.
"Worthless! Nothing but worthless!" Pitch screams down as he repeatedly kicks Jack again and again with each word. By the time Jack tried to fight back he's in too much pain to move. Pitch spots a crevice in the ice. He takes one final swing with the staff, like a golf club and gets Jack's nearly lifeless body to the edge. The crack is deep, mostly dark and cold.
"It's looks so fun down there! Don't you think?" Pitch whispers to Jack. "A perfect place to spend an immortal lifetime being utterly alone. I'll come visit every few hundred years, but don't let that give you any hope."
Jack is silently crying. He has one or two tears moving down his face. He could have helped save the world. But he failed. All he is thinking about is all the children he let down. All those children he could have helped. He can't even save Baby Tooth, he thought to himself. No more snow days, for Jack Frost, ever again.
"Awww! Is that a little tear?" Pitch taunts him. "No one cares." And he gives the final blow knocking Jack into the wall of the crack. Jack's limp body hits the icy rock hard wall, twice before his body finally hits the floor of his dungeon. The floor had a particularly painful blow to his head and he was out.
Baby Tooth wiggled out of Pitch's grasp just in time to see Jack hit the floor. She winced. She then quickly stabbed the hand of her captor with her little humming bird beak. Pitch opened up his hand and before he could stop her the little mini fairy flew down into the crevice.
"Whatever." Said Pitch. He then looked at the staff, he can't use its magic so he broke it in half over his knee. With one CRACK the staff's magic was gone. Pitch threw it into the crevice and turned his back.
Read the next chapter to meet Jack's rescuer!