Dated after the movie: The Guardians, in order to defend against the spirit of Hate, need to find love.
Chapter 1
"Brother. They have ruined me!" Dark whispers echo throughout the vast cavern. "Help me brother!" The voice demands. A man emerges from the darkness, a cruel smile upon his pale face; his inky dark hair framing his handsome features and outlining his golden eyes. "Brother! Please!" The man only stared on, those golden eyes only mirroring the coldness of his heart. The whispers continued to plead, to beg; the man only looking on with a faint disinterest. "Why are you not helping me brother?" Finally, the man speaks; "Why would I help you, Pitch?" he spat, "You have failed. You are nothing now."
"Brother, please help!" The faintness of Pitch's voice only expressing his weakness.
"Pitch, I had helped you and your pathetic plight up until this moment. You were always worthless, and even with my added power to help you, you have failed." The man's golden eyes looked to the darkest corner, the shadows seeming to move and writher. "Do not hide from me brother. It will do you no good." Waving a long nailed hand, the shadows disappeared, showing the crumpled bleeding form of Pitch Black. His golden eyes, so much like the man's standing before him, were filled with fear and pain. The man's smirk only grew more prominent.
"Oh Pitch. My dear brother. Look at how far you have fallen. Imagine what mother would say." The man tsk'd him and glided closer, his feet seeming not to even touch the ground. "You had your chance. Now it's my turn." An emotion flashed on the man's face, one that sent fear through Pitch.
"Brother, do not do this!" Pitch begged of him. "Wraith! Please, do not!" the man's eyes widened in anger.
"Your time is over. The Guardians may have spared you, but I will not!" Wraith gathered his shadows around him, so different from Pitch's. These were filled with screams of rage, revenge, and hate. Wraith pushed them towards Pitch and they surrounded his form. The only sound being pained screams and Wraiths cold laugh.
Pitch Black was no more. There was a new Boogieman in town, and his name was Hate.
***Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, so bear with me. I hope you liked it It may seem dark now but it will get better, I promise.
I'll probably update my chapters by the end of every week ***