The Guardian of Pure Evil
By: XOXOErinXOXO
Jack was getting old for age.
879 years old.
For most guardians it's more like years young, but Jack was crippling fast.
And it was not because he was choosing to.
The nightmare sand was digging a new hole into Jack's body. It kept eating it's way through his flesh. It was like acid, but worse.
Acid was much less painful.
The vision in Jack's left eye was gone, because it was blocked or didn't exist, Jack didn't know. And didn't care to find out.
The heavy solid - iron door burst open again, making a thud that shook Jack's brain. Jack struggled off the ground. "Are you happy now?" Jack asked softly, due to the pain in his throat.
"Killing the Guardian of fun is a very fun task, so yes." Pitch smiled like the Cheshire cat and walked over to Jack. He lowered his foot onto Jack's wrist until it chrunched. Jack winced, but didn't even scream. Maybe this time Jack would have a chance to set it before it healed. "Happy Birthday, Frost." He said, slamming the door and leaving. Jack clung to his hand and cried. He would never reach 880 years old at this rate.
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