AUTHORS NOTE:
First off, I'd like to say sorry for keeping u guys waiting! :( I'll try to update as soon as I can but I cant promise anything. Also I'd love to hear what you think :D that would make me very happy
I'm going to post a little summary of the previews chapter:
Chapter 2: Snowballs and Fun Times
Jamie is 16 years old. He meets up with Jack on the forest and they have a snowball fight. When Jamie was about to leave he think he sees a black sand cloud approaching. Jack tells Jamie to go home, he'll take care of it.
Jack hoped he was wrong. That his eyes were deceiving him. As he got closer, he realized it wasn't true. It was obvious it was black sand. And black sand could only mean only one thing. The Nightmare King was back. He though about when Pitch was close to destroy all the children's belief and with that, the Guardians. He was so deep in though that he didn't notice the sudden black sand whip catching his left hand.
Jack noticed this too late. Suddenly the whip threw him down with a sudden force at the middle of the lake. His back against the cold floor from the lake, making a few cracks appear on the ice. (He made sure that the lake was frozen enough so that nobody would fall in)
Okay, that hurt… Jack started to get up when the cloud sand descended and started to swirl until the shape of a tall, thin man could be seen. As soon as Jack saw Pitch, he frowned and held his wooden staff aimed at him.
"Pitch…" He said through clenched teeth.
"Oh, you remember me? It has been a long time-"
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blast you right now.." Jack said as he raised his voice and held his staff even tighter in his hands.
"Well, actually I don't" Pitch smiled. "But I have some things that need being taken care of". His smile turned into a flat line. "And that means… taking care of you…".
Just as he finished his line, fearlings started appearing from nowhere and started surrounding Jack.
No matter which way Jack turned, there were fearlings everywhere. Some dropped from the sky, others came from his own shadow on the ground. But most were just all around him, in every direction. He could shoot his piercing ice at them, kill a fearling, but another would take its place, like there was never anything missing at all.
Jack continued to shoot his ice at the fearlings as fast and as accurately as he could, trying to kill as many as possible with no help from the other Guardians. But one thing was bothering him. Where was Pitch? Jack wanted to fly up and look around for Pitch, but all the fearlings kept him grounded, making it impossible to see anything. He tried shooting a path above him so he could fly up to safety, but there were infinite fearlings as far as the eye could see.
Jack was starting to get winded. He was panting hard for breath, his arms were aching from holding his staff up for so long, and his head was starting to pound from all the nightmares' nightmarish sounds. But Jack continued fighting, even though he was tiring. A fearling lashed at him, he jumped over it as another ran towards his head. His staff cut it in half and black sand fell to the ground only to be remade into another fearsome creature that came after Jack once more, making him have to repeat what he did. It seemed like Pitch was nowhere to be found. "Pitch, you coward!" Jack screamed into the mass of fearlings. "Come out and fight me yourself!" He was starting to get angry, and all the sore muscles in his body didn't help his attitude.
Jack clung his staff tightly in his hands, trying to keep all the fearlings away from him as best he could. But he could tell it was a losing battle. Suddenly, he heard a different noise behind him. But before he could turn around to face it, a blunt object had smashed into his thin shoulder. Startled, he stumbled forward a couple feet, dropping his staff in the process. The blow had knocked the wind from him and he fought to get it back. His shoulder throbbed with pain as he clutched at it. Turning quickly, he saw Pitch. Jack scrambled for his staff, which was lying a few feet from his bare toes. His hands were shaking, not from cold, but from fatigue and pain. His shoulder made his whole arm ache and he could not hold his staff as tightly as he would have hoped.
Jack shot a few icicles at Pitch, trying to hit him. Pitch easily dodged them and slapped Jack with some nightmare sand. Jack stumbled, but regained his balance and swung his staff over his head. But with his shoulder screaming in protest, he had to stop and all Pitch got was a small, cold breeze through his hair. Pitch grinned sadistically. He unsheathed something Jack hadn't seen before. Jack fought to make the ache in his arm go away as he swung his staff once more, trying to keep the Boogeyman away from him. The knife he held in his hands was starting to scare Jack terribly.
Jack's shot completely missed and instead hit a fearling next to Pitch. Pitch laughed his cold, hard laughter, and lunged forward, hitting Jack off his feet. Jack tried to turn around to face him again, but it was too late.
The knife was lodged into his left side…
A white blinding light shone from the knife.
But Jack hardly noticed it. The whole world went in slow motion. He could hear his breath becoming slower and slower. His vision started to blur and he started to loose his strength. He started shaking and he dropped his staff.
At first Pitch, turned away from the light. He did not enjoy the light but he just smiled. He saw how Jack was becoming weaker by every second that passed. Although Jack was barely conscious, Pitch still had to wait for a few more seconds until he could take the knife out. I am enjoying this even more than I thought…
What is going on? Jack thought as he felt as if his life being sucked away from him. He felt like he was dying. Slowly and painfully, the darkness overcame him. His knees gave up and finally he fell to the floor.
But just before he fell, Pitch took the knife out of his left side. He watched as the young guardian fell and stayed lifeless on the floor, his eyes closed. He noticed his breathing getting slower with each breath. Now that my job here is done, I'll get the guardians one by one… and now he though as he looked at the teen on the floor there is no Jack Frost to stop me.
He smiled and look at the knife that was on his hands. It's glass handle, was now filled with a light blue glow. His eyes then scanned the place until they rested on Jack's staff. I will be needing this, he though as he bent down and grabbed it. He took a good look at it and though how such a thin piece of wood could hold such power. It's ridiculous, but I will make a good use of it.
Then he looked at Jack once again. He looked terrible. Pitch just smiled. He thought of killing him right there but he then looked at the pool of blood that was spreading beneath him. Nah, I'll just let him die here where no one will find him. He then turned around and left him for dead. He disappeared on a cloud of black sand.
Well, here it is. Let me know what you think ^^ I would love to hear from you! And if you get any ideas, leave them in a review or PM! ;)
And I'd like to thank my beloved OBFF (online best friend forever :p) Cuddlyhawk who wrote the whole fighting scene! (cause it's my first time writing). Thanks again! :hug:
