I set right to writing up this chapter right after the last one was posted. Although, originally I had this to be included in chapter three, but then I decided it would be a much better scene to start off chapter four. Hopefully I made the right choice!

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IHaveNoName and IDC: Thanks! Good guess. In this story, no, he doesn't have an alter ego. In time, I promise to reveal the dark and twisted truth about why Jack has actually decided to side with Pitch. In the meantime, feel free to keep guessing. I might give shoutouts to the person who correctly guesses what's going on with Jack.

GirlFish: You picked right up on that little detail! Nice work! You are completely correct. That will come into play in a bit.

Warrior Nun: I know there are a lot out there. I think I may have even read some Dark!Jack fics before as well. I think my story, though, will add some new twists to the idea, though. I hope so, because I definitely would hate to unknowingly copy someone else's story.

Chapter 4: Jack Tests His Limits

"Well, that little reunion went well. Did it not, Jack?" Pitch entered, asking the eternal teenager in his smooth voice.

Jack smirked. "As much as I did not want to go see them all again, I can't deny that their expressions were worth it. They were so shocked that I'd ever think of turning on them. I was right. They really did not know me at all."

Pitch smirked back. "Yes, that was quite satisfying…even for me." He walked over to the globe and watched the lights. There were significantly less of them now that Easter had been ruined. Still some lights flickered, symbolizing children who were teetering between believing in the Guardians and giving up on their beliefs. "There are still too many lights. Even after losing Easter, there are still children that believe."

Jack turned to face the globe as well. His eyes flickered across the lights. One light in particular caught his attention. "One child in my hometown still believes in the Guardians?" he sneered. "How sad."

Pacing, Pitch spoke aloud, "We need a plan; something that will eliminate these remaining lights for good. We must convince these…children to give up their foolish beliefs in the Guardians."

Jack was only half-listening to Pitch at this point. The winter spirit's eyes were locked on the solid light placed near the location of Burgess. If there was one light on this entire globe that Jack wanted to extinguish, it would be that one. A plan formed in Jack's mind. "I think I might have an idea," Jack smirked, answering in a low dark voice.

Stepping back from the globe, Jack turned to Pitch and began to detail the role that he (and, more specifically, his powers) would play into the plan to crush the children's beliefs. Pitch listened quietly to what Jack had to say and waited until the winter spirit had relayed all the details before answering. "I think that may just work," the Boogeyman told Jack. "If nothing else, I'm certain that it will definitely extinguish some of these lights."

"Good. Now, I will begin. For this to work, I have a lot of winter storms to create," Jack finished, his dark smirk returning.

Calling out to Wind, Jack took to the skies to set his plan into motion. This plan would surely test his limits; it would require much of his power to create and maintain all these storms at one time. In all his three-hundred years since awakening under the watchful glow of the Moon, Jack had never conjured up so many storms all at once and for so long. The plan would surely drain his power, but if it succeeded, then Jack would be just fine, knowing the effect it all would have on the Guardians and their believers.

Jack figured that he would journey across the Earth, setting the storms and then, once all were in place, take his rest back home in Burgess to watch over and control the intensity of the storms. Wind howled in sadness, crying out and missing the Jack Frost of snow days and snowball fights. This Jack Frost was not the one she knew and she mourned his dark plans. Still, though, she obeyed faithfully, guiding Jack through the air.

Wind moved Jack east to west across the globe and the winter spirit conjured up blizzards unlike any that the world had ever seen. It never occurred to Jack to wonder how the humans would explain this phenomenon. He didn't really care anyway.

As planned, once Jack had finished setting his widespread blizzards, he returned to Burgess and took a perch on a tree branch overlooking his lake. Later when it was darker, he'd find a place in the small town to sit and oversee the town and how they coped with his blizzard. Jack was pleased with his work. These blizzards were the strongest that he had ever conjured. The storms would definitely be keeping the children indoors…and, as long as the snow and winds continued, there was no way the Guardians would be able to collect the teeth set under pillows by the children.

Sure the idea was redundant, but it didn't matter. If the Tooth Fairy did not place a quarter under these children's pillows, they would still stop believing, just like last time. When developing his plan, Jack remembered how successful Pitch had been last time he'd prevented the Tooth Fairy from collecting the children's teeth. Tooth has lost many believers that night. Of course, Jack had sympathized with Tooth then. He'd known how it felt not to be believed in and he didn't want Tooth to feel the way he did. Now he could care less.

Jack waited high up on his branch. He enjoyed the chill that the blizzard brought to Burgess. As he waited, Jack planned his next move. Maybe I'll go check in Jamie. That might be a good place to wait and see if the Guardians even attempt to brave my storm. Approving the idea, Jack shifted to look at the sky. With the clouds from the blizzard, it was harder to guess the time, but it was almost nightfall. Soon, he would make his move.

Once it had grown darker, Jack again called out to Wind, asking her to take him into town. Wind guided Jack into Burgess and gently placed him down near Jamie's house. Good. That's exactly where I wanted to go.

Knowing that Jamie and his family couldn't see Jack, he approached a lit window and peered inside. Jamie and his mother were sitting on a couch and watching the evening news. The window was open just a crack, as if it had not been shut the whole way and no one had bothered to fix it.

On the news, the weatherman was talking about the strange widespread winter storms that were affecting major cities all across the globe. "This unprecedented weather event is unlike anything we have ever seen and will probably ever see again."

Jack smirked. "Well, if you want strong widespread blizzards, all you have to do is ask," he muttered.

"How much snow can Burgess expect to see from this storm?" a female newscaster on the TV asked the on-screen weatherman.

"It is hard to say, Val. Late winter storms such as this one are rare and this one is especially strong for this time of the year. I can say for certain, though, that it appears this one will be sticking around for several days. As you can see from our radar, this storm cell is large and extremely slow-moving. The combination of these factions will keep this storm lingering on top of us for couple days before moving on eastward."

Laughing, Jack, unseen of course, shook his head. "Listen to them trying to logically explain these storms. How amusing. "

The newscaster and weatherman continued on, recommending their viewers to remain indoors during the strong blizzard and warning of the potential for power outages and burst plumbing. Inside the house, Jamie heard not the warnings and recommendations and, instead, rejoiced because he knew that this storm would mean that he would most definitely be guaranteed more snow days to go out and play with his friends. Jamie's mother, taking more seriously what she just heard from the news personalities, tried to calm her son down, but merely resorted to answering that she thought Jamie should at least wait until the snow stopped falling before thinking about going outside and starting a massive snowball fight.

Hearing Jamie talk about snow days and playing outside with his friends on the days off from school, sent a slight twinge to Jack's heart. He thought back a few days ago to when he had initiated a snowball fight between Jamie and the boy's friends (even if Jamie would never know that it was he, Jack Frost, who had actually thrown that first snowball). Jack's smirk fell away and his gaze softened as his icy-blue eyes focused on Jamie.

Balling his fists, Jack growled in frustration. I can't let some…kid stop me from following through with this plan! "Wind, take me up to the roof!" Jack ordered. He needed to step away from this window because, if he didn't, his compassion for Jamie would surely override his plan, forcing it to its end before it even began.

I'm seriously on the fence about the ending of this chapter. I don't like it, but I do. Maybe I don't like it because it's not a cliffhanger. Still, though, if I would've kept going, this chapter would've been longer than I usually prefer my chapters to be. Besides, we need some action for the next chapter.

Thank you all for reading and supporting I'm No Hero!

Posted: August 30, 2015