A/N: Sorry for another barf-y chapter but I just completed my finals! So my posting schedule/chapters should be better :) Also just a quick thing for the future- the content in my chapters tends to skip around so that times over lap. I hope it doesn't get confusing, but that's how the next few chapters will be. Anyway enjoy! :)
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Jack was trying to keep his cool, so to speak. He knew this confrontation would be the hardest part, but it was necessary if he was to get his plan in motion. However, as he looked down at his former friends, seeing their eyes staring incredulously and desperately back at him, it made it near impossible to maintain his composure.
"Let's end this, shall we?" Pitch's voice echoed through the night.
End this. Jack knew what that meant. He knew Pitch was not just planning to send the world spiraling into an endless nightmare, but he meant to take the Guardians with it. Even though Jack had only been in their company for a few days, they were the closest thing to a family that he could remember.
And Pitch was going to kill them, and he was not going to be merciful.
Jack had to do something, fast.
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Pitch was absolutely beaming. He felt the energy thrumming in his veins. Power was coursing through him as his nightmare sand churned beneath his feet. His Nightmares were anxious to charge; it took all of his self-control to keep them at bay. He was ready for this,
"Let's end this, shall we?" he called down to the Guardians below. As the words left his mouth, Pitch felt the temperature drop around him, knowing full well it was Jack's doing. He knew the boy's emotions had a direct effect on his environment. The Nightmare King's words had stirred a reaction in the young spirit. Pitch knew then that Jack was indeed up to something.
But then again, so was he.
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None of the Guardians knew which figure to turn their attention to. Eventually all eyes settled on Jack.
"Oh, Jack," Tooth gasped, her voice barely a whisper, covering her mouth with her hands. She was always fond of the winter spirit. He was nice and gentle, despite what Bunny thinks, and she had to admit he was adorable, with his perfectly white teeth. All of this made it so hard to see him up there with the enemy. "I can't believe he'd join Pitch."
North put his hand on Tooth's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, "we must stay strong, Tooth. The Bogeyman won't win." He turned to Bunnymund, "take the child away from here. I will try to talk with Jack." Father Christmas turned back to face Pitch's dark figure.
The Bogeyman? Jack? Jamie furrowed his brow and looked up at the dark figure shrouded by a mass of deep black sand in the sky above him. That had to be the Bogeyman, no doubt, but he was up there by himself.
"Wait," he asked, looking from one Guardian to another, "Who's Jack?"
Jamie thought quickly about every magical being from his mystery books named 'Jack', and none came to mind. He thought harder, remembering everything he had seen or heard, from books, magazines, TV, everything. Then he heard his mother's voice, a warning to him about the cold and the need to wear his hat. She had always said it was just an expression, but could it be?
"Jack Frost?"
