It was a sickening sound.
The noise of Pitch Black's scythe slicing open Jack Frost's flesh, ripping through bones and organs.
It was a sickening sound.
The noise of the child's heart wrenching scream.
It was a sickening sound.
The noise of all the Burgess children gasping in horror.
It was a sickening sound.
The Guardian's yelling Jack's name. Tooth shrieking in horror.
It was a sickening sound.
The young boy's blood oozes onto the ground and ice around him. Not even dripping, but...pouring.
It was a sickening sound.
The noise of Pitch Black ripping the blade from the boy's chest.
It was a sickening sound.
The lifeless thud Jack's body made when it hit the ground.
It was a sickening sound.
The sinister laugh Pitch let out.
It was a sickening sound.
Blood dripping off of the scythe.
It was a sickening sound.
The noise of running foot steps rushing to the child's side.
It was a sickening sound.
The silence.
It was a sickening sound.
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