6. Rise of the Guardians (dark!Jack)

The Guardians had finished Pitch, and he was collapsed limply at Sandy's feet. They smiled in satisfaction and pride, but those smiles wilted away at the sound of laughter.

"Oh Pitch, I knew you'd fail." A long rope of nightmare sand whipped forward out of the dark, catching on Pitch's ankle and flinging him out into the shadows. His shriek could be heard for a few more seconds before it cut off with a punched-out gasp of breath. The Guardians tensed, pulling out their weapons with a scrape of metal and a rasp of wood.

The voice was angelic l, and creepy in its childlike innocence.

"So rude, isn't he? Wasting your time like the weakling he is. Honestly; you have my apologies." A gleaming, larger-than-life Cheshire Cat grin shone like the Moon above their heads. "And after I loaned him my nightmare sand, too..."

A finger of frost spiraled out of the shadow nearest Bunny, and he flinched back. The grin twinkled, and the barefoot padding of a spirit getting closer echoed shrill in the alleyway they crouched in.

"Might I finally get my turn?"

The grin tilted and, with a final twisting sneer, vanished.

In the distance, a mother screamed at the black frost curling around her baby's bed, crawling over its skin like a grotesque tattoo.

"Here...we...go!" The voice giggled one last time before it too shuddered out.

I do not own Rise of the Guardians.

I am willing to continue this one, or expand it into a longer story with an actual plot. You just have to ask. :)