It was a true nightmare. One you could never wake up from. Darkness surrounded every corner and no one would hear a cry. You have no control of what you do and are forced into hiding. Your mind is the only safe place, until darkness gets into it, too. You then have no control of what happens or where to hide. You will be a weapon of power and destruction. Nothing can stop the spread. Not even someone you trust dearest can save you. They will be destroyed and so will your body and mind.
"Emma?" A voice said.
"She's out cold." Another voice said.
"It's snowing and I didn't do it." The first voice said.
"I wonder what happened." The second voice said.
"I have no idea." The first voice said again.
"Maybe she hurt herself?" A new voice said.
"Not likely. She has wounds from a fight. Not any self-caused wounds." The first voice said.
"Do you think Pitch did this?" The second voice said.
"He likely would've taken her with him." The third voice said.
"That is a possibility. She does look almost identical to you." The second voice said.
"I know, but she doesn't look the same." The first voice said.
"She is hurt. The wounds make her look different." The third voice said.
"No. I mean she does look the same. It's like she's a different person." The first voice said.
"It's the same girl. Who else looks exactly like you?" The second voice said.
"I guess you're right… I just have a feeling something is wrong inside…" The first voice said.
"You're just worried she'll freak when she sees us after what she likely heard." The third voice said.
"Let's just get her back to Santa's workshop and let her rest." The second voice said.
"Ok…" The first voice said and the voices faded away.
Later at Santa's workshop…
Emma leans up on her bed in her room.
"She's awake." The second voice says.
"Emma. You're ok. You're safe here." A fourth voice said.
Emma looks around mutely.
"…" Sandy makes images over his head, but no one notices.
"Emma? Can you say something?" The second voice says.
*Jingle*An elf is shaken by Sandy. *Jingle*
"What is it Sandy?" The fourth voice says.
"…" Images appear over Sandy's head showing Emma, Pitch, a night stone, and Emma waking up.
"That's wrong, mate. Emma can't be controlled by Pitch." The third voice says.
"…" Sandy makes images of children sleeping then Emma sleeping.
"Right…" The third voice says in response.
"Emma? Is this true?" The fourth voice says.
"I…" Emma's eyes start to turn black.
"Oh, Krigy…" The third voice says as Emma blasts the four voices out of the room.
"…" Sandy forms a sand ball and throws it at Emma.
"Ha!" Pitch says as he appears in the room and Emma dodges.
"…" Sandy forms sand whips in his hand.
"You know that won't affect her… She's my new slave…" Pitch walks around Emma. "You can't break my grip on her… Even with your dream sand."
"Let her go!" Jack says as the other guardians come in.
"Never…" Pitch puts his hand on her shoulder and they disappear.
"I hate him…" Bunnymund says.
"Where did they go?" Tooth says worried.
"I think I have an idea…" Jack thinks to himself knowing it was safe.
"When did he learn to control people?" North says lowering his swords.
"I'll be right back!" Jack says as he runs out of the room heading for the pond.
"Wait up!" Tooth says.
"Let him go… It's his fight."
"She's our friend."
"She's out of our control and Jack might be the only one that can stop her."