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.

MW