DUN DUN DUN!


Children watched from windows, horrified at the sight of two of their idols fighting in the streets. Tooth, North, and Sandy fought to help their friend – but the Nightmares were too many, and held them back. They knew Bunny would not put up much of a fight. He would only defend himself.

The battle raged on for what seemed like hours before a well executive swing of his staff had Jack towering over a beaten and bloody Bunnymund. The thick black flakes dropped from the sky like rockets, obscuring everyone's vision. Behind him, though he could not see it, lay the guardians, defeated. All they could do was watch from their respective places on the ground as one of their friends murdered the other.

Pitch surveyed the scene with unrestrained glee. Everything he had hoped for was coming to him! The fear in the air was thick and rich; the guardians lay defeated at his feet; and Jack Frost was his, as he was always meant to be.

Pitch slithered through the shadows until he was just behind Jack. He leaned over his lover's shoulder and whispered in his ear.

"Toy with him a little. Make him hurt for all the pain he gave you. And when you're done… Finish him. I'll be waiting for you at the edge of the city." He disappeared.

Bunny watched dizzily as Jack watched him, his eyes cold and calculating. He knew this was his last chance.

"J-Jack… please…" he cringed inwardly at how weak his voice sounded. "Stop this… we can help you! Whatever Pitch did to you-"

Jack struck him. "The only thing Pitch ever did was love me! He took me in when you and those stupid "Guardians" left me out in the cold!"

Bunny managed to roll away from the next strike. "We never left you in the cold! Whatever he told you wasn't true! We were a family, you, me, Tooth, the others." He struggled to his feet. In irritation, Jack froze his feet to the ground.

"He told me you'd try and play games. Well I'm not having it. You're going to pay, Bunnymund. Not just for abandoning me. You're going to pay for what you did on Easter of '68."

Bunny's expression was one of utter confusion. "You're going to kill me for yelling at you? If that was the case, you'd think I'd be dead a long time ago."

Jack scoffed. "Don't play games, rabbit. You may want to cover up the nasty deed you committed that night. But I won't let you." Jack struck him again.

"Jack, what did I do?" Bunny cried. "At least tell me what I did!"

"You violated me!" Jack screamed, swinging his staff again. Bunny was sure he heard a few ribs break.

"Pitch warned me! He told me you were up to no good. But did I listen? No! And then you… you came and you took away my innocence! You treated me like trash! You used me!" Jack raised his staff. "And now I finally get my revenge."

It all happened in a blur. Jack brought down his staff, intent on simultaneously cracking Bunny's skull open and freezing him. Just as he was about to do it, Bunny grabbed the staff and twisted, pulling Jack toward him.

"I would never hurt you like that. You have to fight the darkness, Jack. It's messed with your memories. Fight it Jack!"

"You're lying!" Jack shriekd, attempting to free himself. With another cry of rage, he tore free from Bunny's hold, but Bunny mamaged to pull him back, spinning him around in the process.

They're lips locked, and everything came rushing back.


"C'mon Frostbite. I swear I ain't mad at ya. I just wanna take care of ya."

"I think I might… I love you!"

"I love you too."

"Please, snowflake. Don't shut me out again. Lemme help ya."

"I love you."


Bunny released him. There were tears pouring down his face, and Jack's as well. Jack took a step back, shaking.

"Jack…?"

Jack shook his head widly. This couldn't be right. He had never been Bunny's lover. It has always been Pitch. Bunny had hurt him, violated him. Bunny -

A pulse of pain brought him to his knees. He screamed.

A pair of paws slowly morph into a pair of cold white hands.

A pair of ears into slick black hair.

Malicious green eyes to malicious gold ones.

Memories of Pitch's evil, Bunny's love.

They all came back to him.

Everyone watched in awe as the hue of night leeched itself from Jack's person. His hair returned to white, his sweatshirt a brilliant blue. Slowly, the ash-like flakes of snow began to slow.

Jack slowly lifted his head. "B…Bunny?"


SO I'M SORRY THAT THAT WAS KIND OF ANTI-CLIMACTIC. THOSE OF YOU WITH IQS ARE SMART ENOUGH TO PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER ABOUT EASTER OF '68. I'LL HOPEFULLY HAVE THE NEXT CHAPTER UP SOON. I THINK THERE'S ONLY 2 MORE CHAPTERS LEFT.

BYE BYE NOW!~