Jack followed them by the trace of black dust they had left behind. It was all over the ground and in the air that he breathed it in by accident and sneezed. A shrill echo spread around the cave. It was a dark and damp place. Even though Jack was cool himself; he could feel the cold black tiles under his feet. the stone was so slippery that he even pretended to be a salsa dancer. Every step he took was cautious, but his sneeze's echo had already uncovered him. He started to hear weird noises coming from the very depth of the darkest cave he had ever been in. Those sounds were like death's breath along with monster sharpening his claws, ready to rip Jack into pieces. he squeezed his trusty wooden staff so spasmodically, that he was afraid it could break into pieces. He never felt this way before, and if he did he hadn't paid any attention to it. Cats were scratching his guts and his knees were slightly shaking. He was scared. It wasn't his first taste of fear, but this time was different. Jack knew there wasn't anything to be afraid of. His greatest enemy had been defeated some time ago and probably vanished into unknown place. Despite the fact that his mind told him, "No, you're wrong - stop!" Jack was still heading to nowhere; but every tunnel must have at least a dead end or way out.

The tunnel shaped cave began to darken, but a sudden glimpse of bright light distracted Jack and he stopped to shade his eyes, so he could see where he actually was. There was no doubt – it was Nightmare King's underground lair. He had been here before, facing Pitch himself, "But what now? He's gone and what am I doing here right now?" Jack asked himself outloud.

Jack moved on, the feeling of being watched became stronger since the moment he stepped in the lair. He was spinning around every two meters he stepped further, to see if he could spot the stalker. But there wasn't any – only him, his shadow and silence. Even those weird noises ceased into nowhere. He smirked smugly, telling himself that there's really nothing to be afraid of this time. It's only a huge empty lair with creepy interior. Stepping further became even more fun and he turned into a daring, grown-up child.

Jack yelled happily and echo spread all over the spacious place. He began to have fun while jumping form one cage on another, swinging on them, creating snowfall and funny ice sculptures of his family, the guardians. While decorating the grey, melancholic, stone walls with icy ornaments he felt something coming.

His inner sense told him that and he turned around with a serious and suspicious face. There was nothing but his shadow behind him. It started to creep him out. Taking few steps in unknown direction Jack came face to face with his own reflection. He saw in the black-black pond. Water was so dark he couldn't even see the bottom of it.

He squatted to take a closer look. The surface seemed so calm and mirror-like. A chill ran down his spine." He's staring at me." The last thing Jack wanted right now was him to grab his leg and pull him into that unknown liquid. He 'stabbed' him with his staff so the reflection would disappear.

Jack heard something move behind his back and he turned around with a sharp movement. Only thing he saw move were the dark cages. They were slightly swinging. Something made them to do that. Jack lost my patience. "Come out, Pitch! I know it's you, coward! I've beaten you before and I can do it again!" He yelled out loud, but there were no movements, no answer. Only silence.

He took a look at my staff and to his surprise, the one end of the staff, which he stabbed into the water, was slowly covering in black. Dark liquid crawled carefully up to his hand, Jack threw it away from himself. Confusion and fear were taking over him. The next thing he knew someone's hand grabbed his leg.

Pain was all he could feel when he hit his shoulder against the stone border. He felt he would lose consciousness and drown again, the way it was 300 years ago; except only this time it was different – then he felt the ice-cold water, but here he felt nothing more than fear. he pushed to try to swim to the surface, but someone pulled his closer to the bottom. He sank, meter by meter, fear growing the farther he sunk. Suddenly, someone threw his arm around his neck, holding him, dragging to the bottom.

It took seconds to realize it was him, his reflection from moments ago. Jack felt like screaming but clamped his free hand over his mouth. When he couldn't hold his breath any longer huge gray bubbles rose to the surface, carrying away the last of his oxygen. His lungs were filled with the dark liquid… Still he couldn't scream. It felt like he was trying to separate himself from Jack. As he did so, Jack could feel parts of his mind and soul being ripped apart. This time, he did scream, loud, though he had no oxygen to release.

Now, there was nothing that could bind him to Jack. The boy rose. Jack thought he was going to leave him behind to die, but his strong hand seized Jack's hood and dragged his body to the surface. A splash of only darkest water in the lair spread as echo and reached nerveless ears of the lair's owner. He was standing there, resting his hands behind his back. A heavy breathing was heard. Jack held on to consciousness , but barely.

"Why did you do this to me, father?!" yelled he, leaving Jack's body behind, half in the water. Pitch watched Jack coming out of the water silently. Corners of his mouth stretched into a pleasant smile. "What? Haven't got anything to say?!" continued he, stepping closer to his creator. "I'm glad you've made it… Pitch Frost," answered Pitch. He didn't even move himself to pat Jack's shoulder or back to say welcome.

Half of this belongs to deviantart's

The birth of Black Jack by ask-Black-Jack and I'll protect you, no matter what form I take-pt.1 by MeLyKaT10

I asked both of them and they allowed me to put together and finish off their incomplete fanfictions. and that is just what I'm doing.

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