He sat alone yet again. His eyes hardly needed to adjust to the dark; the dark and he had teamed up with each other so many years ago they were more like brothers. But in the empty hovel of his home where he had been banished yet again and hunted down by his own beasts was more than he could stand. True he was lucky to escape but in order to he had to destroy his greatest and most feared accomplishments. He was tired of this hole, tired of the disrespect, and most of all tired of the guardians. Guardians like Jack, and Sandy. Guardians of wonder and dreams and memories. Of fun and hope.
Well no more, now was his chance, pitches chance to gain control. All he had to do was destroy the guardians, but not directly, no. They would expect that, it was time for something a little more interesting. True they were strong, but what were they before guardians nothing.
Pitch scowled at his home, turned around and jumped from his thrown, "We almost had it!" The room was empty other than his shadow. He had started talking to his shadow now, trapped with no one to talk to. It was a painful thing for him, sitting in the dark looking at his shadow.
"It's all there fault," he said, "The guardians, and that Jack Frost." he scowled, "That Jack Frost." He looked around at his home again, "How long have we been refused our chance for glory, our chance to rule. All it took was Jack Frost to convince that one boy. While I convinced the entire world Frost managed to win by just one boy." he looked over at his shadow again. "So why didn't we win!"
Of course his shadow didn't answer, it never did.
Pitch looked up at the roof, a small crack too small to squeeze through let in hardly any light, but just enough that his shadow could be seen clearly. He turned away, "The Guardians will pay for what they have done, all of them will. And when they are begging on there knees for mercy," he said, "I will kill Jack Frost."