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He wasn't sure what to expect when he woke up, but certainly not this.
He laid at the base of the breathtaking statue that he had accidently created with Pitch, the last time he faced him alone. It stood looming over him, it dark ice piers filled with black dreamsand twisting into the sky in a gorgeous, but ominous spectacle.
He tried to stand up, but his limbs felt like lead, every nerve in his body screamed at him to stop moving, to just lay there for all of eternity, to stop this unforgiving struggle. Most children still didn't even believe in him, what would they know or care if he disappeared. The other Guardians could protect them; after all they managed without Jack for 300 years.
Is that it, Jack? You have come all this way, seen all this destruction, just to fail now? How pathetic.
The voice echoed off the sculpture that immortalized one of Jack's greatest failures, it seemed to slap Jack in the face, jarring him awake.
"And what, and what if I do?" he called back, although his voice was hardly more than a whisper. Pitch seemed to hear, or at least understand, because his cackle filled the air, made Jack's hair stand on end.
And then there he stood. Pitch's cloak seemed to be darkness itself, no light seemed to touch it. His yellow eyes protruded from the darkness that swelled around him, overwhelming the icy air. He stared down at the defeated Guardian, a wicked sneer curling back his lips.
"Last time I tried to regain my power and glory, I underestimated how far the Man in the Moon would go to stop me," he said, his voice inching its way into Jack's mind, making him shudder. "This time, I came up with a different strategy. Instead of attacking the children head-on for power, I'll outright attack those who protect them."
Slowly, Pitch strolled over to Jack; his steps didn't crunch the snow, but instead seemed to float over it, leaving no trace. "Oh, getting the others was the easy part. Their realms hold their power, so attack their realms, and they lose their strength, and their power."
By now, Pitch was standing over Jack, and Jack starred into his cold yellow eyes. He refused to flinch, or look away. If this was to be his final stand, he would go out fighting, or at least without giving into the fear that radiated from Pitch's form.
"But you, you are a different case. Your power doesn't rest in your realm, but in your staff." And that's when Jack realized he was unarmed. How could he have been so oblivious to its disappearance? With his staff was gone, he was completely defenseless. His face must've betrayed his sudden realization, for Pitch laughed.
Pitch reached into a shadow, and pulled from its depths the long, slender wood that curved at the top. "Yes, Jack. To get to you, I need this." And just like when they met and created the wonder that rose up behind Jack, Pitch took the staff and broke it over his knee for a second time.
All at once, Jack doubled over as pain swelled inside him. His vision went red, and he felt as if his own life had been snapped in two. He fell to his knees, his breaths coming in quick gasps. And as if the pain weren't enough, Pitch kicked him in the ribs, and he heard a sickening crack.
"And I won't let you get in the way this time." With each word, he sent another blow to Jack, striking out at his ribs, his legs and arms, even his head. He tried to defend himself, but Pitch continued to strike out at him. Blood trickled into his mouth from a bloody nose, but he would not give in to fear.
He wanted to give up so much. Just to lie down into the cold, welcoming snow and sleep forever.
Visions of the wrecked realms flashed before him, and the same darkness began to seep into his vision. But these visions of the destruction, designed by Pitch to discourage him, only empowered him. His fellow Guardians went out fighting, and so would he.
He staggered to his feet, and Pitch's grin widened. However, Pitch didn't expect the half conscious Guardian before him to leap out and clutch on to his throat. Pitch sucked in a gasp of surprise as Jack clung on with one arm, and struck out with the other.
Jack felt the satisfying crack of Pitch's nose under his fist, and could no longer tell if the blood on his arms and face was his or Pitch's. It didn't matter. He struck out wildly, but the darkness was closing in faster than before. Pitch fell down into a snow drift, and managed to roll so that Jack was underneath him. He lifted Jack up by the shoulders, and smashed his head into their beautiful ice sculpture.
The darkness consumed Jack's consciousness, and his body went limp.
and so pitch reveals his plan! stay tuned for the next update, it should be soon! keep reviewing!