A Double Sided Coin

By Silver Wolf Queen

A/N- Hey everybody! Guess what? I finally got off my lazy posterior and uploaded something! I'm so proud of myself! *pats self on back* Okay, this is my first ever fanfiction! Thank you everyone for taking time out of your day to read this. Please review!

Prologue

Pitch Black's battle with the Guardians had left him broken and his powers drained. After his nightmares, his own nightmares, had dragged him back into his lair, they had kept him in a constant state of uncontrollable fear. Sure, this was the same thing they did to his enemies, but he certainly didn't like being on the receiving end of the attacks.

After days of struggling, he finally managed to pry himself free from their endless visions. He crawled away from the black sand creatures, coughing and trying to clear his mind of the paralyzing fear. Once he caught his breath, he growled and punched the ground.

"Those Guardians have been a thorn in my side for too long. I will have my revenge... especially on Jack Frost," he spat the name of the Guardian of Fun as if it was curse.

Dark laughter filled the cave. Pitch frantically looked around, scanning the shadows for the source of the laughter. He pushed himself to his feet, swaying unsteadily, "Who is there?"

The laughter continued, but a figure in a hooded black cloak stepped out of the shadows. The golden and red highlights shifted like liquid as the figure glided forward. The shadow of the hood covered the figure's face. When it spoke, its voice was raspy and reptilian, "Why, Pitch... Don't you remember your old friend?"

Pitch gasped and stared at the figure, completely failing to hide the fear in his eyes. This man couldn't possibly be... No, it's impossible. He was killed thousands of years ago. It wasn't possible. Was it?

The man hidden by the cloak chuckled darkly, "Tell me, Pitch..." the man glided forward and chuckled as Pitch scrambled backwards, "How does it feel to be powerless and full of fear?"

His fear momentarily turned to anger, "Listen here..."

The man held up a scaly red hand, effectively quieting Pitch, "No, Pitch. You listen to me. You see, I have waited many years for the perfect moment to exact my revenge. I find that the time is now. But, there are a few... obstacles in my way. So I have a proposal for you."

Pitch stared slack jawed at the man as he left his offer hanging, "Apophis?"

The man in the black cloak chuckled again, the deep sound vibrating through the very rocks around them, "There we go. For a moment, I had thought you had truly forgotten your old friend."

"What do you want?"

"Like I said, I have a proposal for you. I want to exact my revenge on that infernal sun spirit, but to get at him, I must first get rid of his annoying sister. You see, we share a common enemy. The Guardians. I think we could both benefit from a team up of sorts."

"What's in it for me?"

Apophis disappeared and reappeared behind Pitch and whispered, "Fear. More fear than ever before. Just imagine the panic in the streets. The delicious chaos and terror."

Pitch could almost hear the screams and felt the strength returning to his body. He turned around to face Apophis, "You have a deal."

Apophis smiled behind the hood of the cloak, "Long live chaos."