Caged Ice
Plot: Pitch had somehow found a way to go back in time and used it to go back about 50 years after Jack's Birth.
AN: I haven't written and submitted a fanfic in probably forever so I apologize if this was rusty or not well written I just have to work out a few kinks here and there ;;
Chp 1
The snow was fresh, the air chill and crisp with the foreboding feeling that something big was going to happen. The shadows clung to him as he swept silently through the trees. In a few short steps he managed to reach the lake where its frozen surface shone harshly with moonlight and in the very center a scrawny young boy sat curled into himself. This boys clothes were covered in ice and snow, tattered and old, worn leather cape with deer skin pants with a Shepard's crook securely in his right hand.
The wind bite into his skin harshly, whipping around his shadowy figure as if to tell him to go away but he ignored it and kept staring straight onto Jack.
Waiting in the shadows of the trees he waited for it to get a little darker, clouds were rolling in, covering the moon, and covering the lake.
Grinning he swept smoothly onto the icy surface, its fresh frost pattern scraping away under his feet as he approached the figure.
"My, my, what might a young child like you be doing out so late?" he asked. Jack's head shot straight up when he was addressed.
Pitch loomed over him, his shark like teeth stretched into a horrible grin, golden eyes gleaming down at him like the eyes of a nightmare itself.
The nightmare king took great enjoyment in Jack's astonishment and fear, oh such vigor arose in him when that glint of fear appeared in Jack's eyes; emotions seemed to rush the boy at once just from being seen alone but by someone who was clearly no normal person.
"W-who. . . . he sputtered as he managed to slid back a bit, there was something ominous about this new figure and the wind was beginning to kick up around them.
"Aw Jack, first time being seen?" Pitch mocked, tilting his head to the side as Jack only cowered back more with a look of hurt.
Glancing to the clouds he kept watch in case the moon might show through. "I….I know you….. you….you scare children." A look of anger flashed on Jack's pale features, he held his staff in a defensive position to keep the boogeyman away from him.
"Aw yes," Pitch replied thoughtfully. "I create wonderful little nightmares for them, their terror is my rein, but that's beside the point right now." He answered stepping closer towards Jack.
The frosted spirit, now standing, backed up further with every step. "S-stay where you are!" he warned but fear was evident in his voice. Pitch only continued his steps, "You see Jack," he continued. "You may not know it now but you are about to be a huge problem to me, so, I'm here to get rid of you." He kept a straight and (to Jack) terrifying face as he approached.
Jack felt his feet leave the ice as he began to walk back into a tree, unaware that Pitch had just driven him off of the reflective lake and into the more sheltered forest. "What? A problem. . . how?" he questioned.
Pitch Grinned and was staring him down. "It won't matter now," the world around them was getting darker, from over Pitch's shoulder Jack could see the moon begin to shine through the clouds again, the rays shone through, bending around the lake as if looking for something; but soon a strange nauseating feeling came over him and he began to slide down the trunk of the tree, the only thing visible now were Pitch's glowing yellow eyes. "You won't be in my way." And with that Jack was overcome with shadows.