Hi ya'll! I really wanted to write this. I made sure I was in a bad mood when I wrote this and everything. (I tend to write better stories when I'm upset) anywho... Onwards!

It was a fight with Pitch. The guardians were winning but someone was missing.

Gaurdians POV

A piercing scream of agony filled the air. The gaurdins finished off the last of the nightmares and turned to the sound. They looked, and froze, their eyes wide with fear. For there, in the middle of a black mass of sand was Jackson Overland Frost. Guardian of Fun and newest member to the team. The boy was beaten and bruised and a nasty gash on his side, blood seeping through the seams. He was in poor condition, but his blue eyes held as much determination as ever.

"Help me!" Jack cried, his eyes filled with terror. Jack exterior seemed to be calm, full of strength and will but his eyes gave away the fear he truly felt. "Somebody! Please!" Jack begged. However there was nothing the Guardians could do, for their minds seemed to not be working. Jack's staff was in his hands, but he seemed to be paralyzed, for the sand held him down. They just watched in horror as Jack's hair went slowly, but surely, from the color of the whitest, purest snow, to the color of the blackest of nights. They stared as his pale white skin turned to a horrible gray.

But the worst things were his eyes. They watched as they flickered from the beautiful sky blue to a terrible cat-like yellow. His eyes flickered back and forth and they knew Jack was fighting for his innocence. However, Jack was scared, for he was losing. He knew that death wasn't an option, due to his immortality. There was only one other. That path was to become a fearling and be cursed to being evil, Pitch's sidekick and many other things he didn't want to think about. That was the path he was stuck with. Still Jack was gonna fight. The guardians suddenly snapped out of their stupor and attacked, but Pitch had the advantage for they didn't know where he was, and when he'd pop up. "Tsk,tsk. couldn't save your friend could you?" Pitch said from behind. Jacks eyes had gone back blue and the others knew he was still fighting. And inside, they were all rooting for him.

"Leave them alone!" he yelled, even if this was happening to him, he wanted his friends to know he was still in there. Pitch only increased the sand and his eyes turned back yellow. Then, to the guardians dismay, Pitch shot a tentacle of sand through Jack's heart, turning it cold and dark. Jack couldn't help but to let out another high pitched scream as the tentacle went through his chest and more of his crimson blood splattered on his hoodie as his eyes glossed over. Jack's heart was now cold. It was colder than a blizzard on Pluto. The others watched as he was lowered on the ground. Jack, and the others knew that he had lost this round.

"Depose of them." Pitch commanded. Instantly Jack looked at them with his yellow eyes filled with hate, and gave a small nod.

"Jack! It's us! Your friends!" Tooth exclaimed but he simply sent an ice bolt at her and then leapt into action, doing just as Pitch said. The ice bolts were black as they flew around, a mixture of hate, darkness, and all other negative emotions. The guardians realized there was nothing they could do at the moment and ran.

*****later*****

Tooth cried silently. She knew she should've helped but didn't know how. Now he's gone and it brought a pain to her heart. She knew even the worst people had a good side, and sometimes if that good side showed through, the person could reverse the effects. But those people never came back the same as before. They came back depressed, still showing habits. It was heartbreaking to know what being in that condition had done to them.

Though, what scared her wasn't that he may never come back, what scared her was his eyes. Instead of the fun-loving, sky blue eyes she knew and loved, they were now a cold and heartless yellow. When he was attacking them, those eyes had a mission. A mission to steal, kill, and destroy. Those eyes said he didn't give a damn about kids thoughts and dreams. He was no longer the Jack Frost they knew. But the way fought for his innocence gave her hope and she knew he was still in there, somewhere. With that thought, she went about her duties as the tooth fairy.

Good Jack's POV (thoughts)

The Jack Frost they knew was dead. He knew that. What replaced him was a being of hatred, fear,and darkness. His heart was now hard as rock and cold as ice. The memories of the last few hours were there, the pain, the blood, the looks on their faces. Sure the good Jack was showing through now, but he could feel the darkness creeping back in. He's heard stories of this happening, of sprits coming back from all this, but they had a lot of power, or just been newly turned, and even those were rare. He knew that the rest just got darker and darker until it consumed them. He knew he could get through it. He had faith in that. A while later, he felt the sun come up and something inside him told him to run and hide. He stayed out until it got too great to ignore. He knew that was the start of new life that he was gonna hate.

Norths POV

He didn't get it. He didn't get how Pitch had been able to do this. It had only been two years since he was defeated the first time. He didn't get how Pitch had gotten so strong. But he now had Jack. That bothered North. He wished he had done something. But now there was nothing he could do. Maybe Jack will be ok. Yes. Jack is big boy, he can handle himself.

Here you go. Don't know what to do with this. Tell me in a review! Bye! BTW, got this idea from picture in the link below, art/Dark-Jack-Frost-347846515