I swear to The Man in the damn Moon I meant to update sooner, soooo sorry.


Chapter 8

Jacks mouth went dry and he became filled with fear. Pitch loomed over him, a terrifying smirk on his lips. Jack realized he was more afraid now than he had been in a very long time. He swallowed, trying to match Pitch's stare.

"I-I, well, i w-was c-curious and, w-well.." Jack stuttered, Pitch listening.

"Yes?" He asker , mock interest present.

"I-I just saw a-a shadow, a-and I w-well, f-followed it...?" Jack chocked out, unsure of what to do.

He briefly glanced around the room, looking for something, anything, to use as a weapon, just in case.

"Oh Jack, you should know better than to follow mysterious things into dangerous places, after all, curiosity killed the cat." Pitch said, his tone mysterious and intimidating, but alluring all the same.

"W-What do you want w-with us a-anyway?" Jack asked, still searching for a weapon of a sort.

Pitch chuckled. "Simple, my dear boy." His face suddenly went from amused to dead serious.

"Your fellow bandmates took from me the opportunity to be great, to be adored, to be appreciated. So I will take from them their success and fame. To put it simply, I want revenge." He seethed the last part, breathing heavily on Jack's face, a little too close for comfort.

Jack gulped again, as if he just realized now that this man could truly hurt him.

"I-I'm not afraid of you." Stated Jack, suddenly unsure why he did that.

Pitch chuckled. "Maybe not, but I know what you are afraid of."

"O-Oh yeah? W-What's that?" Jack backlashed.

"Simple, your afraid you'll never fit it, your afraid you'll never be a good enough musician in their eyes, your afraid that one day, they'll see what you did, they'll realize just how terrible you really are, and they'll turn away, and once again, you will have nothing, but this time, you won't get a second chance. Your afraid you'll lose the only thing you've got left."

Jacks eyes widened.

How could he know? How could he possibly know?!

Pitch grinned. "Am I right?"

Jack glared at him. "You don't know anything about me." He stated, almost surprised by his sudden bravery.

Pitch laughed. "Of course I do, your Jack Frost, the reckless musician who doesn't take anything seriously, makes a mess of everything. Why, you doing it right now."

Jacks eyes widened in horror and realization.

"What. Did. You. Do." He seethed.

"No Jack, the question is, what did you do?" With that, Pitch grinned maniacally and Jack saw a swift-moving object coming toward his head before, for a second time, everything went black.


Yes it was short, and yes, I am evil. Glad that was established. :) This chapter really was more of just a filler.

Prepare, Next Chapter, emotional stuff, and any jackrabbit fans are also going to hate me.