"What's wrong, Jack, don't like my experiment?" laughed a very evil and sinister voice. Jack began to breathe hard, staring at the poor girl he loved. A shadowy hand slithered through the air and softly was placed on the winter spirit's shoulder. "Do you remember, Jack, how I desperately came to you in hope of salvation?" the voice chuckled as it was cruelly whisper into the boy's ear. The shadow limb creeped around the teen's beck, followed by another. "That's exactly how she came to me, heartbroken, betrayed. Saying the one she loved left her, shattered her hopes, her dreams... Jack, she has forgotten hope" the voice hissed its lie into the frozen guardian's ear. "Oh how misrible she was, the many tears that fell... all because of you..."
The winter spirit's mission was long forgotten, buried deep in the pits of depression and remorse building up in the bottom of his heart. Tears began to swell at the corners of his eyes, making his cheeks slightly red. "You see, Jack, she came to me willingly... trying to get away from you" From the nightmare king's words, the boy began to weep hard. Hiccups, sniffles and murmurs came from the poor, heart shattered spirit, echoing in the dark, underground caverns.
He slowly lowered himself to the grey stone floor, dropping his recently repaired staff in the process.
"Oh, Jack, have I hit a sensitive cord?" the voice laughed tauntingly, a shadow now standing infront of the mourning guardian. The pale boy's chin was lifted up with a grey, shadowy hand. The boy didn't protest, letting the dark man lift his head. He felt so empty, so helpless... What was he to do? He failed to protect his angel and she was now, Pitch's little experiment. He ignored the man but looked up at his face nonetheless, torn down by his broke and aching heart. "Do you want her back, Jack, your frost fairy" Pitch asked with a smug, evil grin forming on his face.
Jack didn't trust his voice well enough to even whisper so, he nodded as drops of tears, pain and remorse fell down his red cheeks. The dark being chuckled and released the spirit's chin, grinning as if he hadn't a care in the world. "In good time, Jack," he said darkly as he turned around. "All in good time."
The tall, dark man started to walk off but then suddenly stopped. Jack blinked, confused at why his apparent (neutral) enemy had abruptly halted. As he sat on the grey stone floor, he couldn't help but realize another dark shadow behind him. A snort ruffled his white hair and Jack quickly stood and began to follow Pitch, being pushed along by a black, angry looking nightmare.
A laugh sounded from infront of the winter guardian. Victorious, evil and raspy. "Come, Jack, we have much to discuss"
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Jane's POV
The darkness was relentless. I couldn't get away from it. It was just... eating me away...
I didn't feel sorry for myself anymore... I get what I deserve...
I slowly came back into consciousness. It was wet, dirty and uncomfortable in my little cage. All I saw was shadows dancing on the wall, laughing with big yellow eyes.
I laid in a pool of my own cold blood, staining, ragged and in pain. Eventually, I got up enough strength to sit up and when I did, I saw the horrific things that had happened to me.
My eyes were gold.
My hair had black streaks.
My skin was pale grey.
My hoodie was black.
My chest... had a big hole in it...
My reflection danced on the surface of the red, taunting my. What remained of my hear was a black hole filled with nightmare sand... I wasn't a spirit anymore... nor a guardian.
I was a monstrosity.
A creature without a heart.
And I... have lost hope...