Me: Hey guys ! This is a Rise of the Guardians fic! I hope you all like it. Just a warning; this is going to be a little bit of a dark fic. It also happens to be my first ROTG fic. Enjoy!
Falling. It was the last thing he remembered. One minute he had been flying home (home being the North Pole) and the next behead falling. It was strange; he felt the wind fighting to keep him aloft. That, and a sharp sting on the back of his neck. He tried to force his drooping eyes open but to no avail. Even so he saw the snow covered ground rushing up to meet him. Slamming into the ground he tried to keep himself conscious but was completely unable to do so. Just before his vision went completely dark he saw a tall figure walking toward him. The figure said something and laughed. His words were lost on the teen before him as he lost consciousness.
Pitch Black looked down at the pale teen in front of him. Jack Frost; the youngest member of the Guardians and the only one to have ever beaten him. It had been surprisingly simple to bring him down. A single little whip of black sand catching the nerve in the back of the teen's neck. It worked like a charm; the boy fell like a stone. Yellow eyes narrowed as he laughed again and summoned a Fearling. Throwing the unconscious winter spirit over it's back Pitch headed back to his lair. The time for his revenge was at hand and by Fear he was going to enjoy it.