A/N: es el 3 de diciembre de 2012

At first I was going to write a long A/N about how mad I was that people would accuse me of plagiarizing, but then I had a long conversation with Hymntanra, who I admit I plagiarized off of, and I cooled down. I'm not even going to respond to the people that said I'd plagiarized because most were guests anyway. I just want people to know that despite everything that's happened (Which seems like a lot to me.) I am not quitting this story, and I think everything between me and Hymntanra is now on okay terms.

I'm just sad that I part in the deleting of Hymntanra's great story 'When You Were a Flurry.'

Now for replies-

Kate: I'm working on it and I think I have some great ideas planned.

ForgetTheWalls97: Of course there will be more! I'm planning this to be a 5 chaptered fic. Also, thanks for the second review!

angelrider13: Mission-Make-Tooth-Amazing is complete! Thanks!

greekfreak101: Sorry! I'm doing Pitch this chapter! But, Sandy is next!

Kiomori: Really? You didn't know I was in Middle School? Well, it's not like there's a camera that allows the reader to see the author's face. That'd be… creepy.

CaptainMushroom: Ah, it's okay you didn't review the first chapter. To me, reviews are just little notes that allow confidence that people read your story. Lucky you! I'm doing Pitch this chapter!

Grecia427: Sorry, I thought about who to do next and I decided to do Pitch. But, Sandy is next.

Luofr: Thanks for your honest opinion. Don't worry about the review thing, I do it to, so I'm kinda a hypocrite. Sorry people.

Immortalis Cruor Elf: I try my best with each update!

g: Oh, thanks so much! That really means a lot. I don't think I'm in the best 5% of writers, but I know I write better for my age. Thank you again!

MintLeafeon: I don't really think I'm good as distinguishing character personalities so I'm thankful for your review! It means I'm doing well! P.S I totally was trying to make Tooth like that. ;)

Reid Phantom: That was the feeling I wanted to give you guys!

hisokauzumaki: Pitch is this chapter, my dear reader! I am happy to fulfill your wish!

Anonymous: Thanks! I try to make it realistic.

hey: Thanks. Your review may not seem like a lot, but it really makes me glad that people think my story is one of a kind.

To Guest: I want to sincerely thank you for sticking up for me. And being mature about it. What you say is completely true.

Candy3314: I always mess up when I review with my iPod, so I completely understand! Thanks for your review! I don't think I'll be writing a story with the Big Four learning of how Jack died, because there are already several stories I've read like that, and I think my writing will be influenced by the stories I've read. Sorry, but I'll still consider it.

Godly-Falcon: Thanks. I don't think Pitch is considered a 'Guardian' because he gives nightmares to children, but he's definitely someone big. Fear is essential to life; it balances with bravery, courage, ect.

And for the rest of my reviewers, thank you so much for your support!

Ugh, that was a long A/N, almost 1,000 words. Now I feel really guilty. So, without further ado, I present the third chapter of 'Jackson Overland Frost.'

NOTE: Pippa's nightmares are NATURAL. They were not caused by Pitch.


PITCH

Spring, 1708-

Jackson smiled at his sister, Pippa, as she ran around, playing with her friends. The night after Easter she'd had nightmares. Then the next night she lost her tooth falling out of bed. And, then the night after that, the Tooth Fairy had come. He'd known because Pippa's tooth had been taken and she'd been given a pelt in its place. Surprisingly, he'd gotten a pelt as well and a note with the mysterious words: Not your fault, remember.

Then in the morning, Pippa had said that she'd see a 'pretty lady with colorful feathers' come. The Tooth Fairy would never admit it, but he saw her the next night with a small pouch and trickle golden dust on Pippa as she slept. He didn't know what or who the golden sand belonged to, but after the Tooth Fairy did that, the nightmares started to fade. Jackson would never say this, but he was eternally grateful towards the Tooth Fairy for helping get rid Pippa's nightmares.

"Jack!" Pippa shouted, pulling him out of his thoughts. He ran over to his sister.

"What's wrong?" He asked, scanning his sister for injuries or anything like that.

"Mom's hat!" she pointed into up. Jackson followed the finger. It led into a tall tree, where on a branch ten feet above the ground was his mom's hat. She'd let Pippa's borrow it for that day, a pink hat it's ties flying in the wind as it was trapped in the tree. Mother loved that hat, but wouldn't blame Pippa for losing it. Jackson took one look Pippa's sad eyes. He knew Pippa didn't want Mother to be sad. Jackson started climbing up the tree, ignoring the shouts of his friends and his sister's friends of what he was doing.

Once he reached the branch he slowly crept to the hat. Unfortunately, it was at the end of the branch, the thinnest part. Jackson swallowed his fear and kept on crawling. With painstakingly slow progress he managed to end up on his stomach and almost reach the hat. He was about to go farther, but the branch creaked precariously, as did the hat, making Jackson freeze. Recovering, he decided to try and grab the hat instead. He reached out, his mouth a grim line of determination. His finger's brushed the hat, and before he could even attempt to grab it, the force pushed the hat off the branch with the wind taking it away.

Jackson sat up. "Oh, c'mon!" He complained. He had to get it for Pippa! "Bring it back!"

Surprisingly, the wind turned direction, and the hat came near enough for Jackson to grab it. "Heh, it's like the wind followed her command, Jackson!" A boy shouted up.

"Yeah, right!" Jackson called back, "The wind's a free thing! I wouldn't even dream of controlling it!" He threw the hat down, and the boy that'd shouted up, caught it and then handed it to Pippa. Jackson stood up, on the branch, and then pretended to stumble and fall.

"Jackson!" Pippa screamed.

He bent his legs and caught himself so he was upside down. "I'm fine, Pippa!" He shouted down.

"Jackson Overland Frost! Get down before you break your neck!" Pippa ordered. Jackson laughed. The order's effect was lost when it was being called out from a four-year-old with a four-year-old's voice.

He pulled himself up, and just as he was about to climb down, he saw something move in the corner of his eye. He looked around and found it. There!, Jackson thought, By the lake! What he saw made his eyes widen. It was what looked like a black foal, but it seemed unsteady and something black and smoky trailed behind it.

"Jackson?" he heard, breaking him from his thoughts.

"I'm coming, Pippa," he called down. I'll check it out later, he thought.


It was during Pippa's naptime when he went to the lake. He'd told his parents where he was going and then ran off through the woods with ease due to much practice. Once he'd reached the lake, he was panting with the effort of running straight from his house to the lake. Jackson looked around. Nothing. He frowned. I swear I saw a black foal here…, he thought.

Jackson was just about to turn around when he saw someone coming. He ran behind a tree and peered over the trunk. The 'someone' was a tall, lanky man in a black robe and swept back dark hair. His skin was an unnatural shade of ash grey. Jackson frowned. He didn't look like he came from the village, and Jackson had never gone much out of the village so he didn't know much about the other colonies. Was he from one? That could be possible, but to Jackson he had a sort of familiar feel to him… He just couldn't remember where he'd gotten the feel from.

"Who are you?" the man asked. Jackson then noticed that the man was weak. Did he get attacked? Was he injured?

Jackson stepped out. "Are you okay, sir?" he asked.

The man's yellow eyes widened. "You can see me?"

Jackson frowned. "Of course I can see you." The question was familiar as well. Then it hit him. "You're one of those spirits, aren't you?" He said.

The man's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean 'one of those spirits?' You've met others like me?"

Jackson grinned. He hadn't expected to meet another so soon. "Yes! I met the Easter Bunny on Easter. Who are you?"

The man frowned now. "How can you see me, if you don't know who I am?"

Jackson shrugged. "I don't know. It matters who you are. I must believe in you if I can see you."

"I am Pitch Black," the man said, smirking and crossing his arms.

Jackson felt a sliver of cold fear run through him, but he covered it with a smirk. "You must be the Boogeyman then. Only someone with fear would be colored black and grey." His parents had told him tales of the Boogeyman, but he'd convinced himself not to be afraid of him. Most kids his age told themselves he wasn't real, but when Jackson had been younger he'd thought, If a big man that comes down your chimney once a year exists, as well as a bunny that gives out eggs and a fairy that collects teeth, then the Boogeyman must be real as well. I refuse to be afraid of him though.

"That is correct," Pitch said.

"I thought I saw a black foal around here?" Jackson asked, "Have you seen one?"

Pitch smirked and raised his hand. Black sand welled up in it and fell through his fingers and over his hand. As soon as it hit the ground, it started building up. Jackson felt the fear again, but this time it was more like a bolt than a sliver. It threatened to make him freeze right then and there, but Jackson refused to let it. The sand soon stopped forming. It had become a real life, breathing foal. Well, Jackson, he thought to himself, There's your foal. "Is this what you were talking about? Pitch said.

Jackson forced a grin. "Of course. It's beautiful. What's its name?"

The foal reared up suddenly and let loose a high-pitched whinny, causing Jackson to stumble back a little. Pitch patted its muzzle to calm it. "Now, now," he told it. Then he faced Jackson. "I'm glad you feel that way. It smells fear," The foal reared up again and charged Jackson. Just as it was a couple inches away, it collapsed, the sand falling and getting absorbed into the ground. Jackson stared at the sinking black sand in shock. He thought for sure that it was going to maul him. Then he remembered how Pitch had been weak when he'd first seen him. And if Pitch really wanted to make someone scream in fright, wouldn't he use a full grown horse?

Jackson smirked, the realization dawning upon him. "You can't use the sand properly yet, can you?"

"Shut up," Pitched hissed, the failure making him aggravated and enraged, "You know nothing boy! I need that sand…" His voice trailed off as he thought of what he was doing wrong.

"What do you even want with the sand?" Jackson asked.

Pitch smiled, though not a kind one, as he thought of his plan. "I need the sand, boy, to make cause fear. I will bring back the Dark Ages on humanity! Then, and only then, will everyone know the name of Pitch Black."

Jackson blinked, ignoring the malice of the plan. "So you have an attention complex? You just want people to see you?" He added when he remembered how Pitch had asked if Jackson could see him. "I can see you without fearing you. Making everyone know your name out of fear isn't the answer."

Pitch took a threatening step forwards, and Jackson forced himself not to flee. "Oh, I know you fear me. There isn't any other reason why you'd be able to see me."

Jackson set his features and took a step forwards as well. "I may be afraid, but I'm not going to cower at the sight of you. I'm not that much afraid of you."

Pitch sneered. "You're a stupid boy. My sand isn't perfected yet, so for now, you'll be my test subject." As soon as the last word left his mouth, he faded into the shadows, and a foal took his place. It kicked its hooves high in the air, neighing at the same time. Something hit Jackson's temple area hard and he momentarily blacked out. When he came to, the foal was standing over him, about to slam its hooves into his chest.

Jackson yelped in surprise, his eyes widening, and he rolled to his left, the hooves slamming down were his head had been. And here I thought it'd give me a chance of living, Jackson thought, Nope, it goes straight for the kill.

It shook its head with a snort, and charged Jackson again. He looked around frantically for an escape, but he was surrounded by trees. Jackson groped the ground for anything of use, and just as the foal was on him, he grabbed something with his right hand and swung. The foal made a choking sound as a long stick hooked around its throat with the hooked side. Jackson yanked harder towards his left, grabbing the stick with his other hand for more support. Surprisingly, he managed to fling it down. The black sand exploded and sunk into the ground leaving Jackson panting for air, a long branch in his hand with the hooked side on the ground. Jackson stared at the stop where the foal had been, while feeling his head where he'd gotten hit with the hooves. It was bleeding, but it was slow and small. Jackson smiled and started laughing as the adrenaline left him. He'd survived! He, a thirteen-year-old, had lived! He'd thought he was a goner!

"Did you see that, Pitch!" Jackson yelled into the open air as he laughed triumphantly, "You can send as many as you like! I can take anything you throw at me!"


Present Day-

When Pitch Black had first saw Jack Frost, he'd thought something was familiar about him. Then he thought of the boy that he'd tormented with his imperfect black sand, and thought, It couldn't be him… Then he dismissed the thought. The Man in the Moon couldn't have picked that boy. The chances of that were impossible. Besides, Jack Frost didn't even look like that boy. He contemplated introducing himself to Jack Frost before the Guardians got to him, but he dismissed that thought as well. Jack Frost only brought snow, ice and wind around with him. He was weak and wouldn't be a problem to Pitch. Pitch's thoughts were confirmed as he saw and heard of Jack making 'snow days' and playing with children.

But as Jack Frost sent him a black of ice through his nightmares after Sandman had been eliminated, he started to think that maybe Jack Frost wasn't as weak as he thought. But Pitch didn't think of him as a threat; just another person to use to prove his strength.

But when his nightmares started disappearing before his eyes as children- a group of six children!- helped the Guardians win to defeat him, rage filled him. This was all Jack Frost! If Jack Frost hadn't tried to help that last believer then he would've won! He should've stayed in Antarctica with his broken staff and tooth fairy when Pitch had thrown him there! He was so close to spreading fear! He couldn't go back… He wouldn't go back hiding underneath that bed that he spent so long escaping!

And as he was forced back under- taken down by his own creations- and as the last of light faded, he wondered how things would've turned out if he'd listened to that boy 300 years ago.

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