Disclaimer: I don't own RotG.
Nate was in a bad mood. He had lost the fort after a decisive snowball battle that ended in his loss. And he hated losing too. In an attempt to cool his head, he wandered a little ways into the woods and started kicking the trunk of a nearby tree.
Then he heard a branch snap. Nate paused, and bent over to form a snowball out of the sticky snow.
"Who's there?" He called, turning around slowly. Another branch snapped to his left, and he hurled the snowball in that direction, imagining the icy projectile as a shuriken, and that he was Naruto.
"Hey!" he heard a muffled voice cry out, and a teenager stumbled out from bushes, snapping the dry branches as he came out. He was wearing a blue hoodie and brown, torn pants. He was also barefoot, and had silvery hair. "That wasn't very nice." The teenager smirked.
Nate frowned. "Who the hell are you?" He snapped.
The teenager looked slightly offended. "Watch your language. How old are you? Kids shouldn't your age shouldn't have that bad of a potty mouth."
"I'm nine. Like I said earlier, who the hell are you and why the f*** do you care about my age. Kids swear all the time you stupid a******!?"
The teenager was speechless, and turned his head. From behind him a tall man dressed in black appeared, and sighed. Suddenly, Nate was overcome with a sense of fear, and turned to run.
"Jack, if you please." He heard someone say, and as he opened his mouth to scream, icy cold fingers brushed against his cheeks, and a searing pain went through him. Then it was over.
Pitch was impressed. The slightest contact between Jack and the victim could kill, a significant improvement from before.
"Was that necessary?"
"Hmm?" Pitch looked up.
"I mean, killing the boy." The spirit said.
"Of course it was." Pitch said sweetly. "If you don't continue to gather their energy, everything will have been for naught." There was no response. "Well, we should get going, we-"
"Jack!?" A voice rang out.