Warning: in this chapter you'll get to see Pitch's sad side…wait…why am I even warning you about this? O.O
I don't own Rise of the Guardians or the song Demons...or anything else...
Bunnymund's eyes narrows at the sight. His temper seething hot with range, his blood boils inside him. He grits his teeth as he growls, angry words ready to spill out of his throat.
"Jack…" Tooth whispers, the hurt clear in her watery eyes. She takes a step forward, trying to get a little closer to him, but he only glares at her coldly and points his staff at him defensively. His eyes traveled to North, he was devastated, he has the same look back when Easter was ruined, the look of disappointment. Jack refused to meet with his eyes. Fight it those voices entered his mind again. He shakes them away. Stop it
"What sort of trickery is this Pitch?" North roars, the jolly toy maker who hardly took anything seriously was no longer jolly anymore. His hands land on the golden ends of his sword, really to strike.
Pitch simply ignores his accusation and scoffs. "I'm surprised you can still stand, you all look awful."
"What have you done Pitch!?" Tooth's crown of feathers fluffs with range, her teary eyes flares with range.
"What have I done?" Pitch repeats, pretending to look insulted. "The question is what have you done?" he slides of the globe and lands beside Jack, wrapping and arm around his shoulder. "You're the ones who abandoned him. He's my nightmare prince now."
"Pitch you stinkin' rat bag, we had enough of yer tricks!" Bunny snaps, if he wasn't so bloody tiny he would have charged forward to take Pitch's head off.
"Oh I did nothing, it's your mistakes that led you to your downfall. Isn't that right Jack?" the hand on his shoulder squeezes him a little, expecting an answer.
Jack opens his mouth and tries to find words but he couldn't say anything. He cringed, expecting to get hit, receive a glare or a nudge to force an answer out of him. It took him by surprise when Pitch pats him in the head. "You see he's a bit shy" he circles around the globe. "Let me tell you how I found him"
The guardians draw back warily as the nightmare king paces around the minimal space around the globe of belief.
Pitch ignores them with the roll of his eyes. "He was left lost and alone in the midst of Antarctica." He turns to face them, "You dare call yourself the guardians of childhood? You just hurt a child, an innocent child, you've abandoned him," he pauses, a grin forming on his lips.
North stares down at the ground with guilt, lowering his swords but Bunny, he was still in range, his paws clenched in tight fists. He didn't look sorry at all.
It angered Jack a little. They turned you away, why should you help them? His mind told him, but something in his subconscious was stirring. This isn't what you want; you are chosen to fight darkness. The winter spirit angrily shakes it away, this is what he wanted…to see the guardians fall and even if he was chosen to fight darkness he was mad at the moon too, it left him alone for so many years.
The first thing he ever saw was darkness, he's never meant to side with light. He belonged to darkness. Don't get to close, its dark inside.
Pitch continues after what seems like a long moment of silence. "Your lucky he even came back to you, he could have just stayed out of the way, but he came back to you guys, and you blamed here for what happened to your stupid holiday. Now he wants revenge, he wants to see you fall." He turns to look at Jack, who gave him a shy nod.
Pitch averts his attention to the globe. "Soon those lights will go out, one by one and you can't do anything but watch, what a shame."
Bunny's fur bristles, "ya ain't getting' rib of us so easily Pitch."
"No matter what you do, we will be here to fight fear, "North points one of his swords at him.
Their gazes all fell on Jack, making him shift uncomfortably.
"Jack…come back to us…" Tooth wails, finally allowing her tears to fall.
"And what? So you could send me away again when all of this is over!?" Jack finally snaps, he could hardly believe it was his own voice.
The room falls silent in shock.
"Jack…I'm sorry that you feel that way…" North says. "But it's not true…"
"It is, your just gonna throw me away like a used can of paint," he laughs mirthlessly and shakes his head. "I knew it all along."
When you feel my heat,
Look into my eyes,
It's where my demons hide,
It's where my demons hide.
The voices suddenly returned.
This isn't what you want…
Don't let fear take over you…
You want to be believed in, not feared in…
"Shut up" he tells himself. This is what I want. Yet whenever he met their gazes something felt wrong, terribly wrong.
Something inside him begins to twitch. His heart pounds harder.
"Jack…" Tooth tried again "We're sorry"
"No you're not!" The winter sprite raises his voice. "You left me the time I needed you the most, how am I supposed to know you won't do that again!?" out side the North pole, the blizzard ranges.
"And how will ya know Pitch isn't lying to ya?" Bunny cuts in. "that rat bag is nothin' but lies, why would ya believe im'?"
"Because all I ever known was darkness," Jack answers firmly.
Bunny growls "oh so you believe in him instead of us?"
"Yes"
Pitch smirks
"He made me feel like I belonged somewhere…."
You don't want to be feared in, you want to be believed in.
"I want to be feared in." He answers to the voices out loud, "and I would love to see you crumble" he glares at the guardians.
Bunny grits his teeth, "Why you little…." He was lost for words; he knew this was his fault. He should never have hit him.
Jack shakes his head. There was no way he would accept their apology. "Forget it"
Bunny growls again.
"Oh stop it rabbit" Pitch interrupts. "You're angering him"
Black sand crawls out from the shadowy corners of the room, surrounding them like a tornado. The wind howls again, the blizzard outside dies down.
The twister of black sand dissolves. Jack Frost and Pitch Black were gone, leaving the guardians flabbergasted.
Pure white snowflakes began falling in Burgess even if Spring took it's place and the snow was already replaced by grass.
Deep in the shadows of the Nightmare King's lair, Jack Frost sat beside the globe of belief, his head buried in his arms. His heart felt like it's been set on fire and his head was throbbing from all the voices invading his head space.
They came in harsh screeches, it bothers Jack the most.
What have you done?
Go back to them?
What you're doing is wrong!
Eventually they'll quiet down into hoarse ghostly whispers.
Jack, you are a guardian.
You don't want to be feared in, you want to be believed in.
Jack could barely contain his sanity. He clutches his ears and screws his eyes shut, shaking his head violently. "Please stop! Go away!" hot tears streaks down his cheeks.
Soon the voices die down on their own, leaving Jack with a severe head ache, breathing heavily, tears stained his cheeks.
He sat upright, wiping his cheeks with the sleeve of his hoodie. He believed what he was doing is the right thing, he isn't a guardian, he was just a mistake.
Maybe Man in the Moon chose him by mistake.
Maybe giving him a second chance to live was a mistake.
Nobody wants him, he belonged no where but darkness.
Yet something annoying inside him was trying to prove him wrong. Every time he thinks of the guardians, something inside of him twitches, telling him he should fight the darkness.
But he wanted to embrace darkness and the voices will go away, but why was it just so hard?
You're a guardian…
Jack stops his thoughts and tries to compare the Guardians with Pitch Black. Yes they did treat him well at first; even Bunny started treating him well. They made him feel welcomed and he was comfortable with that. They promised him his memories if he helped them collect the teeth but he forgot about their deal easily, he just wanted to help them. The time he was in the Warren, he actually wanted to be a guardian.
Until they sent him away, they didn't let him explain, they didn't give him a chance, the worst of all Bunny struck him, just when he thought they were starting to be friends. His hope, joy, happiness and the feeling of warmth were all ripped away from him.
The four guardians obviously had a lot of history together, why would they want to accept a loner to their group?
Then there was Pitch, they had some things in common, they were both alone and invisible, surely they both knew how that felt like.
That wasn't the reason why he joined him. When Pitch told him all he wanted was to be believed in, it only had little effect on him. He felt a moment of pity and that was it, nothing more, he had no intention of helping him, in fact during that time he was convinced to fight him.
But Pitch was there when he needed comfort; Pitch gave him what the guardians didn't.
Strangely he didn't feel the same kind of warmth and happiness he felt when he was with the guardians.
There came another familiar question.
What is your center?
He lets out a heavy sigh. His hand reaches in his pocket and pulls out the tooth box. He tilts it side to side and stares at the lid that had the face of a brown haired boy with a mischievous grin painted on it.
Was this supposed to be him?
That moment he was suddenly afraid to see his memories. What if there's something in his memories that makes him question his alignment? What would happen?
He must have done something bad in his past life for man in the moon to punish him for 300 years. He was afraid to find out what he's done wrong.
Besides he already knew who he was, he was Jack Frost, the bringer of winter or the soon to be nightmare prince. Pitch kept calling him that, he kinda likes it. It has a nice ring to it.
Jack Frost the guardian
He frowns, those voices will never stop. He tucks the memory box back in his hoodie. He doesn't need them anymore.
He is Jack Frost, and his center is darkness.
Pitch suddenly materializes out of the dark cave that was presumed to be a door, startling Jack a little, "Well don't worry Jack, no one is going to hurt you here" he notices Jack seemed a bit distant, "What's wrong?"
Jack shakes his head, "Nothing interesting."
"Well feel free to tell me when something is wrong." Pitch seems to be in a happier mood today, probably because the lights were beginning to flicker. He stopped in front of the globe, forming new nightmare horses and sending them out to bring nightmares to the remaining lights.
Jack hugs his staff and leans his head on the wall, facing Pitch who has his back turned, busy barking commands at the nightmare horses. He remembers the brief conversation they had back in Antarctica and he was tempted to ask. "Pitch…"
"Yes?" The nightmare king directed his attention to the winter spirit curled up beside the steps of the stairs.
"You said you longed for a family, what do you mean by that? Did you ever have a family?"
Pitch smiles and gladly answers his question. "Yes I had a family, but it was a long long time ago back in the golden age."
Jacks purses his lips hesitantly. "What happened?"
"Nothing happened really" Unlike before the memory seemed to have affect on him, he seemed a little saddened by the thought. "Like I said before I was the golden age's greatest hero, I fell in love with a woman and had a daughter and named her Seraphina"
It was really, really hard to believe, but Jack found it rude to laugh.
"However my wife died from child birth and I was left to raise Seraphina on my own." He heaves a sigh. "I loved her very much, but when darkness took over me, she left me. Do you know who she is?"
Jack shakes his head.
"Seraphina is Mother Nature, apparently she is against darkness." Pitch rolls his eyes, "No place for her here."
Jack seems a little touch. "Do you miss her?" he shifts, slightly embarrassed from the question.
"Do I look like I still have a heart?" Pitch answers jokingly, but in his mind he wanted to say yes he missed her so much. Sometimes he would wonder what he did wrong.
But that does not matter anymore, if Seraphina wanted to side with light fine he had Jack on his side. He pats Jack in the head again, "You are my nightmare prince."
I can't keep it to myself any longer so I tell this to you guys now. The ending will take a very unexpected turn!
…..so….are you guys hooked yet?
If this seems like a slash to you, it's NOT. Pitch just wants Jack to be the nightmare prince :D he's just sad alright? XD
And now it's time to reply to your wonderful reviews.
Peaceful Dragon Rose: ;) thanks
Meowing girl: Everybody is evil inside, even me….Mwahahahah! lol but even I'm not sure which side is gonna win, the voices in my head keep arguing about it XD
Taranodongirl1: Yeah I guess Bunny does deserve to suffer Jack's wrath, but I just can't stay mad at him when he's so tiny and defenseless *squeals*
Guest: I updated, yay! Lol
Majestic beauty sealed in ice: your pen name keeps getting erased by fanfiction whenever I put the dots in….CURSE YOU FANFICTION! Lol it's starting to irk me. But thanks, I have fantastic ideas? I doubt that XD I listen to the song whenever I write a chapter, it gives me brain juice XD You don't have to stalk the alert list anymore HERE'S ANOTHER CHAPTER!
SinfulVanity: already writing like the wind, Yay! Although that is where all the typos come from XD
Skylar Lewis: Thanks :D
Guest: is this update soon enough? Sorry I got a little distracted by school, all I have is Friday night to write this down.
Book girl fan: Yeah Jack in angelic, Pitch can be manipulative….so very manipulative, have you tried staring at his yellow eyes for about 2 minutes? It'll hypnotize you…
HOW DID YOU KNOW PITCH WAS GONNA TELL JACK ABOUT HIS DAUGHTER DX lol
Guest: haha two days straight! Welcome to the club my friend XD
Doubled-Helix: I know right! In the movie I was furious at Bunny for yelling at Jack, then he was suddenly so tiny and cute he became my fave! Well screaming at the screen is pretty normal; I do it all the time XD
Phantom Ice: Poor confused Jack indeed *gasp* what have I done!?
TheWatcher'sEye: oh it just got real alright *evil grin*
So anyway appreciate those reviews, keep them coming, I love to read your critique.
Right now, remember I said the ending will take a very unexpected turn just a while ago? Does anyone wanna take a guess?
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