I'm still new at writing fan fiction. Please don't be rude with the reviews.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
Ever since the Guardians defeated him, Pitch has been cautious whenever he left his lair. He only comes out to take in small amounts of fear. No need to be hasty now. On this particular winter's night, he strolled past a pond in Burgess. He heard something crack, followed by water splashing. All of a sudden, he senses such an abundance of fear.
"Strange. This fear feels so familiar to me."
As he focused more on the fear, he sensed other fears. Fear of a previous drowning. Fear of the dark and cold. Fear...of not resurrecting as a Guardian! Jack Frost!
Pitch hurried to the pond and found where the young Guardian must have fallen.
"Why isn't he surfacing?"
He travels through the shadows and darkness under the water to find Jack. There he is. Jack isn't struggling. He must have fallen unconscious. Pitch grabbed a hold of Jack's hand and quickly pulled him to the surface.
Pitch dragged Jack's limp body to the shore and checked to see if he was okay. Jack was ice cold, but his heart still had a beat. Just as Pitch decided to apply CPR, Jack came alive and coughed up water.
"Ugh, what happened? So cold. Who.. who is that?"
Jack took a moment to recover from the incident when his eyes widened in recognition.
"PITCH? Wha- What are y- y- you doing here? Was...was that you who s- saved me? I...s- so...cold."
"Yes, Jack. I rescued you. But how are you cold?"
"I don't kn- kn- know. I thought I was going to- to- to die. Please help me." With that last word, Jack collapsed in exhaustion.
Pitch knew hypothermia when he saw it. He felt the fear of many parents who worry their children would die of hypothermia if one got lost in the snow. Not knowing why he's doing this, Pitch lifts Jack up and carries him away to his dark lair.
