A/N: So, this is my first ROTG fanfic... I don't own ROTG. Also, go read 'Captured by Pitch' by fantasygirl1227, because it is an awesome story and where I got my motivation from.

(North)

The Man in the Moon warned of imminent danger, but I did not believe it would be so soon. Night Veil, a decendant of Pitch Black, eventually came to power. War was coming and we had to be prepared. I sent word to Bunny, Tooth, Sandy, and Jack telling them to meet me here in the North Pole in order to figure out what we were going to do. Bunny arrived first, Tooth second, and Sandy third, now were were just waiting for the winter spirit.

"What's taking him so long?" Bunnymund asked impatiently, his accent noticeable.

We all wondered the same, but remained silent, waiting to see if the young guardian would arrive. Unfortunately, he didn't. We were all worried and set out to find him; I began searching at Burgess. I saw the children running about, having fun, and I expected Jack to be there, but he wasn't. After searching for hours, I eventually admitted defeat and returned home, where the others were waiting. "Any luck?"

The others shook their head.

I sighed, "We're just going to have to fight without him."

(Jack)

The only I knew was my name, where I was, and what I was. I was standing on a frozen lake and my name was Jack Frost, I'm a guardian. Everything else, every memory or recollection of what had happened to me had ceased to exist. The ice was slippery beneath my feet, but I walked off it witout too much trouble after picking up my staff for support. When my feet sank into the snow on the bank, I realized my feet was freezing and I did not have shoes on. Why am I freezing? I looked around and saw nothing but trees. I was alone and that scared me, because I didn't want to be alone again after nobody could see me for over three hundred years. I began to walk through the forest, searching for any signs of civilization, praying I would find someone to talk to. The moon shone down, creating a opague light that penetrated the darkness a bit, giving me just enough light to see. The cold nipped at my body and I was thankful for the warm clothing I had, minus the shoes. I continued walking, walking, walking, walking... Finally, I saw lights in the distance and ran toward them, tree limbs cutting my face and rocks digging into my feet. When the trees began to fade away, my feet hit pavement and a loud horn nearly made my eardrums burst. I whirled around to see a vehicle swerve and miss me by a few feet, it stopped. The driver jumped out of the car, "What do you think you're doing?" The man yelled furiously, coming toward me with rage gleaming in his eyes. I didn't want to stick around and see what the furious man had to say, so I ran back into the forest and climbed a tree, hoping the man wouldn't attempt to find me. Eventually, I heard the car roar away and I began to climb down the tree until I could safely jump to the ground. I began my journey again toward the lights and managed to do so without any further confrontations. I walked through a small, seemingly deserted town and stopped when I saw my reflection in the window of a closed store. My hoodie was blue and my pants were black, my hair and eyes were brown. However, what drew my attention was the red stains on my shirt. I lifted my shirt, but there was no wounds, only blood. Confused, I continued to walk down the street, trying to remember something, anything that could help me understand what had happened to me. It seemed I was no longer a guardian, I was back to the way I was before I died three hundred years ago. Now I understood why I was so cold and every scratch on my body burned: I was human. In that instant, I knew I had to figure out how to contact the other guardians, but there was nothing I could do. I was just a normal mortal. Compared to them, I was nothing. Compared to me, they were superior. I sighed and walked to the only house I knew in this small town called Burgess. The house eventually loomed in front of me and I tried to summon the wind to take me up to the window of Jamie Bennett's room. After a moment, I smacked my forehead. Duh, I'm a mortal. I can't control the wind anymore. Instead, I picked up a few pebbles and threw them at the window, making noise without breaking through the glass. After a few minutes, I saw Jamie stick his head out the window.

"Who's there?" He asked.

I smiled, "Jamie, it's me, Jack."

That woke him up, "Really? What are you doing here? Come on up."

"Yeah, well, you're going to have to unlock the front door to let me in..." I stated.

"Huh? Why? Jack, what's going on?" Jamie asked.

I sighed, "I'll explain it to you later. Right now, can you just let me in? I'm freezing to death."

Jamie nodded and retreated back into his room. A minute later, I heard the front door quietly unlock. Jamie waved for me to come in, but to be quiet, so I did. He closed the door behind us. The house was quiet since everyone was asleep, but it was a good quiet. Jamie motioned for me to follow him to his room, where he turned the light on and saw me for the first time. "You're not Jack! Who are you? Why are you bleeding?" His voice was pretty loud and I didn't want him to wake the others.

"Shush! Jamie, I promise you, it's me. Look, I just woke up and found myself like this. Something has happened and I can't remember what, which is why I need your help." Jamie still didn't look convinced. "Please." I begged, but to no avail, the child's eyes still burned with suspicion. I showed him the staff in my hand.

He glared at me, "What have you done to Jack?"

I sighed, "Jamie, it's me. I'm Jack. I woke up at the lake like this, I'm not an immortal anymore. This-" He gestured to his hair, eyes, and not so pale skin, "This is what I looked like before I died three hundred years ago. My immortality has been taken away and I don't remember what happened. Have you heard from any of the guardians?"

The young child thought for a moment, "You know... I haven't seen Sandy's dream sand in three days."

I began to think, "Something's going on and I need to figure out what."

"Maybe Pitch is back?" Jamie questioned.

I shook my head, "No, it's too early for him to be back. Besides, you would be having nightmares if he was." The moon shone brightly outside and I turned to it, "I need answers as soon as possible."

Jamie gasped, "What happened to your back?"

Confused, I turned to face him. "My back?"

"Jack, you have blood all over the back of your hoodie." Jamie stated, sick at the sight of blood.

I touched my back, "But... I'm not in pain. Turn around, if I'm hurt, I'm sure you don't want to see." The boy turned his back to me as I took off the hoodie and inspected the wound in a small mirror. There was a wound, but it wasn't bleeding, even though it seemed fresh. Why is it not hurting? There was not pattern to the wound, just a series of scabs where the wound once bled. How did this happen? Why can't I remember what happened?!

(Bunnymund)

I woke up. That's all I done was wake up, then I felt the pain. It coursed through me like a million knives stabbing into my gut simutaneously. I pushed aside the pain and took in my surroundings. It was dark, more dark than a night without the moon. My paws and ankled were binded by chains; I couldn't move, even though I tried as best as I could. Frustration and confusion became the only two emotions I felt in that instant, but I heard the clinging of metal against metal; they were chains colliding with each other. "Hello?" I asked.

"Bunnymund?" I heard a voice ask.

I was confused, "North? Where are we?"

"I don't know. All I remember is being attacked." North replied.

I thought back and sighed, "Same here." Then another thought came, "Is Tooth and Sandy here? Jack, even?"

North sighed, "I don't know. As far as I can tell, we're the only ones here."

I cursed, "What's going on?" As soon as I said that, a door opened, sending a small sliver of light through the doorway.

A man laughed, "So, you two are finally awake."

"Who are you?" North demanded.

"I'm about to become your worst nightmare. Have you ever heard the phrase 'don't be afraid of the dark, be afraid of what's in it'. Well, I'm an embodiment of that phrase. I am the immortal of darkness and I will be known." The man stated.

I snorted, "Known for what? I believe Pitch Black had you beat in the 'fear' section before we defeated him."

The man said, "I am a decendant of Pitch Black, but I will be more feared than him. I am Night Veil, King of Eternal Darkness which can also be known as another thing... death. I have taken out one guardian already, now I just have four more to go."

Even though Night Veil did not mention the name, I knew immediately who he was talking about. The reason we couldn't get word to Jack was because he no longer existed. Even though he was an annoyance and an enemy in the past, I couldn't believe the kid was dead. There was no way Night Veil could kill Jack... right? However, deep down, I knew an immortal could be killed if they were severely wounded. Jack Frost would not be an exception to that cold truth.

"You monster!" North screamed and struggled against his restraints. I understood his pain, because Jack was like a son to him, just like the winter spirit was like a long lost brother to me.

The man laughed again, "And slowly, but surely, the rest of the guardians is next. Not even the Man in the Moon can protect you from darkness."

A/N: Okay, so I'm going to warn you here. In future chapters, there will be torture as brutal as my imagination can create. My imagination when it comes to torture can be pretty sickening at times, so if you don't wish to be mentally scarred for life, don't read. I'll warn you when there will be torture scenes, so please read my authors notes. You have been warned...

-Wolfwind97