His Past Come Alive

Authoress Note: It is nearing Halloween and I decided to write a Nightmare Before Christmas/Corpse Bride crossover. Sorry if I mess up some stuff, I'm not too familiar with Nightmare Before Christmas stuff, so if you notice anything review or message me! Onwards!

Prologue

October 31st, 1875

Twelve year old Jack and ten year old Victor Van Dort ran down the cobblestone roads through their small city, the full moon lighting the way. Tonight was Halloween and this was Jack's favorite holiday. Why you ask? Well, Jack was a troublemaker; he loved to scare and prank others. Tonight he finally managed to persuade his quiet brother to help in his best prank yet! They were going to scare the meanest man in the city!

The two boys ran down the roads towards the old, rickety house, their shoes clinking against the cobblestones.

They arrived and ducked behind a bush by the entryway.

"What are we going to do Jack?" Victor asked. Victor's brown, almost black, worried eyes glanced at his older brother.

Jack turned around to look at his younger brother. A big smile was plastered on his face and his black eyes shown with glee. "We are going to scare him!" Jack whispered.

"With what?" Victor whispered back.

"These!" Jack pulled a big, scary jack-o-lantern mask and a vampire mask. Jack handed Victor the vampire mask.

Victor gasped. "You might give the man a heart attack with these Jack!"

"No I won't! He's too stubborn for that! I just might give him a scare, that's all!" Jack started brushing his long midnight black hair back so he could put on the mask.

Jack positioned the mask over his face then put the strap around his head. He looked at his younger brother and nodded. "Ready!" he whispered through the mask.

Jack crawled around the bush to the sidewalk. "Come on Victor!" he whispered.

"Jack, I-I think you should come back. You know what he says about trespassing. Let's just go home," Victor stuttered, clutching the mask in his hands.

"Oh come on Victor. This is the last one I promise!" Jack said.

"You said that last year! Come, Jack. Let's go." Victor motioned Jack to follow him out the gate.

"Victor! This is the last one! I'm not lying!"

"No Jack! I don't want to get in trouble!" Victor exclaimed.

"But we won't! I've-" Jack exclaimed but was interrupted by a creaky door being thrown open.

"What are you kids doing out there?!" an old man shouted. Jack and Victor looked at the entrance to the door. The silhouette of a short, chubby man stood there with a rifle in his left hand.

"J-just trick-or-treating sir. We-we were going home now," Victor answered, fear evident in his voice.

"You two know what I think about trick-or-treaters! You aren't allowed to come onto my property! Don't you two stupid kids know what I do to trespassers?!" the man shouted.

"Y-yes sir, but we were just-" Victor stuttered.

"Not anymore!" he shouted then brought the gun up to his shoulder and aimed at Victor.

"NO!" Jack shouted then jumped in front of Victor.

BANG!

Victor screamed. Jack fell to the ground.

"Tch. Filthy kids," the old man scoffed then went into his house, slamming the door shut.

Victor dropped to his knees and looked at the tall, thin boy sprawled on the ground. The front of his black suit started turning a dark red around his heart. The mask still covered his face.

Then realization struck Victor. 'I must get him to a doctor!' Victor thought.

Victor ripped of the pumpkin mask and met a pale face. Midnight hair stuck to Jack's face and his black eyes looked dull, void of the glee and happiness that was there just moments ago.

"No! No! Jack you must stay awake! Don't go to sleep!" Victor yelled and started crying.

Jack turned his head to look into his brother's eyes. He tiredly smiled.

Victor wrapped his arms underneath Jack's thin legs and back and struggled to pick him up. "I-I must get you to the doctor!" Victor yelled between sniffles.

Jack shook his head 'no.'

"But-but Jack you will die!" Victor screamed.

"It's okay little brother. I didn't listen….It will all be okay," Jack gasped. His struggled breaths turned to gasps.

Victor suddenly felt weak. He fell to his knees, still clutching his big brother's thin frame.

"No! No! No it won't! You will be gone! I will be alone! You will be dead!" Victor started bawling.

"Hey, hey," Jack gasped. He weakly clutched one of Victor's hands. Victor opened his eyes and looked into Jack's eyes. Jack tiredly smiled. "It will be okay. I'm sorry. I will see you again. I promise you."

Victor sniffled but reluctantly nodded. "G-goodbye, Jack."

"Goodbye Victor. Happy Halloween," Jack rasped out.

Then Jack started coughing. He started taking deep ragged breaths. Victor's eyes widened. Jack heaved in, then out. Then he went silent. His chest stopped rising up and down. His body went limp. Jack Van Dort was dead.

"NO!" Victor screamed.

Authoress note: So there you have it. The death of Jack. It brought tears to my eyes. Chapter 2 will be up soon.