Hello everyone, I have finally gotten back to fanfiction!

Ugh, I haven't posted anything in a long while. It's just with all this school! It's killing me! Ugh! And then I re-did most of this chapter since I didn't like it and it wasn't as well written as last chapter so that really put me behind. So I hope you like this:) Quite honestly guys, I seriously do not know what this story is going to turn into... it's actually making me worried that I don't know because I like the plot!:( (if I do say so myself, boy I'm so cheeky:p) But as I promised, here are your shout outs!

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A/N (Author's Note): Sentences in Italics like this are people's inner thoughts. Except for a few places. (You all probably know that)

WARNING: Blood and feels:'(

Blood.

The drill drove Jack back down into the street. Once Jack came in contact with the ground, the road created a crater and shattered due to all the force. Dust arose from the crater as specs of pebbles and rocks randomly shot fiercely through the air. The nightmare sand then vanished in a wave that stretched outwards, like water being dumped on a table and the ripples expanding farther and farther out.

Jack groaned. He didn't open his eyes and he dare not breath in the dust. He couldn't breath anyways since the wind was knocked out of him entirely. But once the dust did clear, a soft groan escaped his lips as he tried hard to sit up. He cringed and hissed with pain as a searing, white hot pain blossomed over his chest. The source of the pain came from his right sided rib cage. Jack gritted his teeth and pressed his numb hand to his side, to his surprise, it was soaking wet. Jack looked down as his face filled with dread once he saw a rich, crimson color stain his royal blue sweatshirt. Jack almost gagged.

Tears stung Jack's eyes. Tears that Jack forced himself to not let fall. He bit his bottom lip. His gash was numb but he knew later it would burn, then sting, then hurt like hell. What now? He wailed. I have to get up. Jack growled at himself. Just a little longer. Jack lied to himself as it would be a lot longer. But just long enough to suck in any emotional or physical pain in front of the Guardians and children.

Jack then hiccuped when he felt the air around him vanish and darkness settle over his closed eyelids. He didn't have to see it to believe it. A dark, looming figure present over the limp boy. Jack clamped his eyes shut, trying to pretend that Pitch wasn't there.

Pitch smirked and sighed. Jack's aura of fear wafted around him. The fear electrified Pitch's adrenaline like a powerful shot of coffee. He just realized, Pitch could live off of Jack's fear for a good century perhaps! The boy was so scared! Never in Pitch's long life had he had a feast this delicious. The boy tried to be brave, but deep down, he was terrified. The boy knew he had no hope in winning, and Pitch intended it to be that way. It wasn't just the fear of failure, oh no, it was the fear of not being able to protect his loved ones and how he couldn't save the Sandman. The Guardian's fate rested within this little Pain in the Ass teenager. Pitch decided it was time to spill the beans!

Pitch roughly scooped up the boy by the scruff of his collar and pried his staff out of Jack's hands, causing Jack to grunt and claw at his collar and whine and howl at the loss of his precious staff. Jack squirmed and writhed but was no match to Pitch's firm iron clutch. Pitch stepped out of the crater as the dust cleared, making a dramatic effect. He dropped Jack to the ground as the boy collapsed to his side, whimpering over the gash in his side.

"Jack!" Everyone called and attempted to make a dash to the spirit.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" Pitch threatened. His hands rubbing over the precious staff in a menacingly matter.

Everyone stopped in their tracks. They didn't know a clue as to what Jack's staff meant to him, but from their perspective, it couldn't be good. Not meaning to harm Jack further, nobody dared to move.

"You'll be alright, sweetie! Just hang in there!" Tooth whispered to Jack, deserving a cocky cackle from Pitch.

"It's so adorable how you all think this boy is so brave!" Pitch spat, reaching down and gruffly picking Jack up by his own hair, receiving a growl of pain. Jack's healing powers (all spirits had this) could only heal small cuts, nothing like this gash that was causing him so much pain right now.

Pitch then slipped into the shadows and vanished momentarily. The Guardians and children slid over to Jack.

"Just go!" Jack wailed desperately.

"Are you mad, ya bloody drongo?" Little Bunny asked hoarsely, keeping his evergreen eyes locked on Jack's side.

"I'll be fine." Jack said through gritted teeth and warily forced himself stand up. "Just get Jamie and his friends and yourselves out of here!"

Another evil chuckled rippled through the skies, making the Guardians and children expand outwards from their circle, Jack in the center.

"But you aren't fine, are you Jack?" Pitch cooed, his voice colder than ice yet as smooth as silk.

"Shut yer trap, Pitch!" Bunny ranted as Jack shivered with fear.

Pitch pretended he didn't hear a thing. "Oh Jackie, I do think it's time to get over Sandman! Don't you?" Pitch taunted.

Jack gasped. Pitch was really doing this? He was going this far? Jack's knees buckled as he sank to his knees. He placed his delicate hands over his ears, hoping to drown out Pitch's voice. He crumpled himself together as close as he could, trying to hide himself within himself if that was possible. Jack begged that this wasn't happening.

"Jack?" The Guardians asked, looking at the boy on the ground while worrying of what Pitch was going to say.

"You don't know?" Pitch scoffed mockingly on a much less deep note as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Pitch finally approached out of the shadows, making the kids run behind the Guardians. "Well let me tell you this: it may seem like the Sandman's death is in the past for Jack Frost, just like the rest of you. Of course your grief will never ever go away, but Jack's grief is so much different." Pitch slunk back into the shadows and reapered next to Jack who scrambled away on all fours with horror. "The Sandman's grief is tearing this poor boy into shreds! He feels that it was his fault for why the little man is dead-" Pitch paused. His words almost full of sorrow, but menacing and teasing to Jack.

"P-Pitch! P-please!" Jack beseeched. His bottom eyelid began to well up with tears. His emotions became overwhelming. Memories of the little golden spirit flooded his mind. Right now, Jack would give anything to bring Sandy back, even his own life. After all, it was Sandy's life that he, Jack Frost, was unable to save. I could have flown faster. Jack yelled at himself. I could have saved him! Jack was now on the brink of shattering from sadness and fear.

"The Sandman's death, ruining Easter, why we are all here..." Pitch slowly walked up to the petrified boy who had backed up so much, he rammed himself into a lamp post.

Before Pitch could even continue, Jack began to sob. He let his tears flow out of his eye sockets like a waterfall, letting them come out without a care. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-" He repeated. He tucked his legs into his chest, his arms wrapped around them with his head buried into his arms. I'm so sorry, Sandy. I just want you back! I'm sorry Bunny, for ruining Easter. I'm sorry Tooth, for betraying your daughter for my memories. I'm sorry North, for not being the Guardian I should have been. I'm so sorry Jamie... for letting you down. I wish I never existed...

"He's so afraid!" Pitch shouted at the Guardians as if it was their fault, but then returned to Jack. "I'll just tell you!" Pitch screamed, a wicked smile plastered on his face, his emotion giddy. He could read Jack's mind and oh, how it would break everyone's hearts to hear! "He's sorry for not saving that little Sandman. He feels it was his fault and that he could have saved him. The boy just wants that little man back! He would give up his life for him!" Pitch roared with delight at the Guardians, delighted to see their faces contort with sorrow and agony. The kids faces were shocked hearing the death of a spirit yet deeply saddened for Jack's inner feelings.

"Jack... it's not your fault!" North cooed, trying to reason with the Winter Spirit. Why is the poor boy so sorry? North asked himself. The boy would die for Sandy! The realization hit North's heart like a cold stone to the stomach.

Jack could only peek up out of his arms and shake his head 'no' with pursed lips. Glancing sideways at the Guardians of Wonder, not being able to take the shame by looking into his eyes of wonder.

Pitch turned to the little Easter Bunny who backed away and scurried up North and rested into his large hand and quivered, fearing of the inevitable. "He feels so guilty for the little wabbit..." Pitch pursed his lips as Bunny looked at Jack with the saddest of eyes as his little ears drooped. "How he ruined Easter, and by that, the trust hope and love of your relationship and the children."

Bunny was too sad stricken to say anything as his mouth just became a hollow hole, not able to say anything that was wracking his brain at the moment.

"Jack's sorry for betraying you, Toothiana." Pitch growled at the fairy who gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. Tears welling up in her lovely violet eyes. "For loosing your precious little daughter in turn for his memories. Truthfully though, he never intended to loose her. It was me who fooled him!" Pitch cackled, taking pride in his little trick he played on Frost. The fairy sobbed as tears began to fall as she lost her balance and collapsed next to North who patted her shoulder for comfort. "In fact, as soon as the boy took the shame on ruining Easter, he fled to Antarctica where he willingly traded his precious staff which is the key to his powers and his very life for the little fairy in which I held captivity on."

Everyone's jaw hung open. Jack would do such a thing!? On behalf to trading such an object for the fairy, Jack's staff was his very life source!? That act made Tooth's heart wrench and ache with sadness. "Why, Jack!? Why did you do it? Why didn't you say something?" Tooth wailed.

Jack's face became a blank slate as his crystal blue eyes were gazing into nothingness.

"Because!" Pitch groaned and face palmed himself. "He got a mouthful of this!-" Pitch snapped his fingers. With that, the Guardians heard their very voices booming through the clouds. Their voices were of protest to Jack Frost back on Easter.

"What have you done?" Tooth's weak voice echoed through the sky, causing Tooth to bawl.

"That's why you weren't here? You were with Pitch!?" North's angry voice bellowed through the clouds, making North weep and slouch with defeat and sorrow.

"We never should have trusted you!" Bunny's voice roared last, causing the small rabbit to yank on his ears and curl himself into a little ball.

As soon as the sky calmed itself from the voices, Pitch continued to rant on. "And North, he's sorry for not being the Guardian you wanted him to be!" Pitch sadistically laughed. It was as if the man was going insane. Pitch stumbled over to the kids who cowered behind the Guardians. "And he's very, very sorry for letting you and your friends down, Jamie Bennett." Pitch sang darkly in Jamie's face which contorted from sadness and fear, into anger.

Jamie shot out from behind North and slashed the Nightmare King in the cheek before his friends pulled him back. Not even Cupcake would attempt such feats. "Come on! Lemme at 'em!" Jamie raved as he squirmed beneath his friends tight grasp on him.

Pitch held a hand to his torn cheek. "Brat!" He spat before returning to Jack who was still wallowing in fear under the lamp post.

"I can taste your fear..." Pitch hissed.

Jack looked up with wary yet dark eyes. His hands began to shake with rage. The pit of his stomach began to boil as heat radiated through him. A good and powerful sort of heat. His heart thumped against his chest, it echoed in his ears.

"And it tastes delicious."

Jack bolted up and snatched his staff out of Pitch's hands as he was not expecting the sudden outburst. "SILENCE YOU CUR!" Jack roared. His aimed his staff at Pitch as a powerful ray of ice beamed out of his staff and blasted towards Pitch.

Last second, Pitch slunk back into the shadows, avoiding the attack.

The Guardians and children rushed over to Jack. Jamie clung onto Jack's waist, not caring a thing to the blood as Tooth held Jack's face in her hands. "We are sorry, Jack! We are so sorry for everything! It's gonna be okay..." Never in Tooth's life did she ever want Jack to feel sorry for anyone or anything ever again. It was too dreadful to even hear, let alone feel.

Jack just wanted to bury himself into their love, but he couldn't. Jack felt like crying, but he didn't. His secrets had been spilled. What do they really think? Jack thought as he glanced at the Guardians saddened expressions. Do they accept my apology? "I-I'm fine." Jack choked out. Truthfully, he was anything but fine.

"It's okay, Jack. I believe in you, my friends believe in you, and now you have a true home with the Guardians! We'll never stop believing in all of you! You haven't let me down! I don't care what Pitch says! He's a liar!" Jamie screeched as his friends nodded with him, receiving warm smiles from the Guardians.

"Pft!" Pitch scoffed. "Well, you're not going to fight with a gash in your side like that, Jack."

Jack growled. "Who's fault was that?"

Pitch merely shrugged. "Let alone that you know how to fight in general. I would call your fighting skills 'animal instincts' if I didn't know any better!"

Jack bit his bottom lip as his hands trembled. He gripped his staff so hard, his knuckles turned whiter than his own pale and frosty skin. Where was Pitch going with this? "What are you talking about?" Jack barked.

Pitch moaned as if Jack was behaving like a seven year old. "You know perfectly well what I'm talking about! Being in solitude for 300 years can do some dreadful things to a person." Pitch smirked as the children and the Guardians looked at Jack.

Solitude? Jamie racked his memory from his English class. Oh. Jamie gawked, hoping that he was wrong for once, remembering what solitude meant. "Is it true, Jack? Were you alone for 300 years?" Jamie asked tentatively. He knew that he, Jamie, was Jack's first believer but... never had Jack really met a person before? Never had the other spirits or Guardians say hello to him?

The Guardians looked at Jack scornfully. It looked so wrong on all of them as their irises had proven to dim at the question. Would Jack say the truth? Or would he lie? The Guardians hoped that Jack would lie... would they?

Jack's mind was saying, "Yes, I was alone for 300 years. The Guardians never bothered to say hello." But his mouth just blubbered for a moment. He couldn't tell Jamie the truth! "N-no, no! Of-of course n-not J-Jamie!" Jack pulled Jamie in for an embrace by crouching down to his level, in hopes that Jamie didn't see his eyes watering.

The Guardians insides buckled as their knees felt weak. He lied. The Guardians wished Jack would have just told him the ugly truth. Especially now that Jack was looking at them with eyes that were so reflective, they could see their own pitiful selves in them.

A cold and sadistic laugh came from behind. "Let's not forget now that I have my army of Nightmares multiplying as I speak. Your fear is only making it worse. The only way you can stop me is to beat me right now before it's too late." Pitch then slunk into the shadows and retreated to his hordes of Nightmares.

"Save your breath, fool." Jack mumbled. He clutched his staff and walked forward. Less afraid this time. Even though there were almost double the nightmare sand, if that was possible. Jack walked forward without a care because now, he felt like he wanted death. He always wanted death and now was his opportunity. Nobody cared for him, nobody needed Jack Frost. But there wouldn't be people to forget about Jack Frost if Jack just let Pitch turn the world into the Dark Ages once again and kill everyone off. Jack wanted the world and everyone to flourish, without him. I'm ready.

Jack was about to soar into the sky when something stopped him.

"Jack. Let him. Let him do as he will. We will defeat him in due time. It is not worth loosing you. Nothing is worth loosing you, not even the world." North

Oh North... your right. Let's go. Jack's mind whispered. Oh North... your lying. Jack's mind roared, snapping him back to reality. Jack shooed North's hand away. "You don't mean that! Listen, if you want to live, take Jamie and his friends home where they will be safe. Then leave! Don't come back! If I don't beat him, then fine! You will beat him later, without me. You've done it before and can do it again. You don't need me... nobody needs me." Jack flew off before the Guardians could protest or stop him.

"Jack, no!" Tooth wailed. She would have zipped after him in a heartbeat if she could fly.

Bunnymund raced down North and hopped after the boy in some hope of catching him, but of course it was no use. If he was in his original body, maybe he would have had a chance reaching the pesky teenager.

"We have to stop him!" Jamie said referring to Jack. And if they were lucky, he was also referring to Pitch.

"How?" The Guardians asked.

"I-I..." Jamie stuttered. He didn't know.

They all looked up with worry and saw Jack fly into the battle of his life.

Dun dun daaaaa! Chapter 2 is done! I hope you all liked it, it was actually kinda hard for once:/ But I'm pretty satisfied. I like when Jack's inner feelings are always spilled;) #GuiltyGuardians. Good news is that I think I know where the story is going!:D bad news is is that it's going to be short. Like three more chapters. Short stories come in big packages!

So I hope you liked it. PLEASE leave a review, makes me so happy!:) Thanks for reading!

Peace!

-SkatingDJ