PITCH
Pitch watched as the storm died down on the globe, a smile spreading across his face. Jack Frost's newest fear had come true: Jamie Bennett was dead. Jack was alone, or at least, he felt alone. Now it was time for his plan to begin.
The Nightmares behind him whinnied, wanting to move. "Quiet!" Pitch ordered, "We're not leaving, not just yet. We need to make sure that the Guardians are distracted before we can attack. We need to get Jack Frost." Pitch watched as the storm completely disappeared. He knew the little brat would leave after Santa tried to calm him down. He would leave then.
The Boogeyman turned to his army of horses, Nightmares made out of his black sand. He looked at one of them. "You go watch, and come to me as soon as it looks like Jack Frost is going to leave." The horse dipped its head and left, neighing as it ran off. Pitch turned to the others, "The rest of you will wait here, while I go pay a visit to an old friend."
Pitch stood in the moonlight, looking at the grave. "Awe, such a sad little sight. Your dreams, hopes, memories, all in one place." He laughed, his confidence rising. He had seen all the Guardians come and say goodbye, all except for one. "Only one person hasn't said goodbye." He wrapped up all the gifts, the box of memories, the sled, Easter eggs, flowers, and boomerang, in his black sand, covering them until they couldn't be seen.
Just then, he heard a whinny in the sky. He looked up, seeing one of his Nightmares in front of the Moon. As it flew down to him, Pitch said, "Well, old friend, this is what you get when you make a bratty teenager a Guardian." The horse landed next to the tall, dark man, and he climbed on its back. He glanced at the gravestone, reading the words out loud:
"I'LL NEVER STOP BELIEVING, EVEN WHEN THE CLOUDS BLOCK OUT THE SUN. I'LL MISS YOU, JACK, BRING JOY AND FUN TO MY GRANDCHILDREN. JAMIE BENNETT. Oh, if only he could now, Jamie, if only he could."
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