Part 2! You will finally see Crystal's past and a BIG surprise! Sorry if it kind of sucks, I wasn't concentrating when I was starting this, I mean, come on! I was studying! But I am happy to take a break and give you the final part for Chapter 9!


3rd POV

Crystal fainted after a surge of strange energy made her head spin. She lay unconscious, looking extremely exhausted. The guardians watched with wide eyes and confusion throughout the whole battle. Jack's expression was the first to change to rage. "What did you do to her, Pitch?!" Some of the guardians had to hold Jack back before he would do something reckless. Pitch smiled, satisfied at the results of his work. "I think this might help." Pitch threw a tooth box towards them. Tooth caught it and checked the picture. "It's Crystal's..." Everyone plastered a wary look before agreeing to look into Crystal's deep, dark memories.

A bright light flashed before the memories played. They watched Crystal growing up little by little but started tearing down. People bullied her for no reason, her friends left her, and her parents didn't even accept her! The guardians fought to keep their tears in but after every each memory, it got worst. They could feel what Crystal felt at the time also. 'Crystal's hurt so much, bottling them up, one by one.' Bunny thought as he finally felt a hot streak drip from his eyes. But a strange memory caught them off guard, and instead of more hurtful scenes, it was a somewhat pleasant one.

A Crystal, who looked a few years younger than the present(13), was crying again on her bed, rolled up in a ball. Her window was opened as the evening wind blew in gently. There, in the shadows, was Pitch. You would usually find him smiling at people's pain, but he was scowling deeply. It looked like he was hurt with Crystal's display of pain. "What happened, child?" Crystal stopped crying and jumped back to her head board. "Who are you? How did you get in here?" Pitch ignored her questions and sat next to her on the bed. "Why are you here?" That question was most definitely one that Pitch never heard anyone ask him before.

"I can't stand you in pain." Was all it took for Crystal to dive into Pitch's arms and cry. And here's another sight to see, Pitch was crying with her. "They hate me... They hate me. They hate me!" Pitch seemed to understand what she meant. "I know what you mean, they hate me, too!" He confessed. Soon after that, day by day, Pitch would come to Crystal's side and they would chat happily. They laughed together, they cried together. They became each other's saviours, they became best friends.


"Are you leaving me?" Crystal's voice was threatening to crack. Her hands clenched onto Pitch's, no intention of letting go. If you took a picture of this scene, they would seem contradictory. Pitch, drenched in black and evil. Crystal, clad in white and pure. But they both had the same, pained expression. "Just for a month, it seems I have missed a few towns in South America." Crystal gazed towards the ground. Pitch tilted her chin upwards so she would be looking at him. "I promise to come back as soon as I can." Pitch looked so sincere, if they didn't know any better, it would have seemed Pitch wasn't a boogey man. Crystal nodded and embraced Pitch tightly. He returned the hug with just as much passion.

Crystal climbed into bed and got comfortable. "Kozmo?" Crystal learnt Pitch's real name and decided to nickname him. "Yes?" Pitch slowly crept to Crystal's side. "I know Mr. Sandman wouldn't like it, but would you give me a nightmare before you go? So I can remember you by?" Pitch was surprised but settled into a sad smile. "Alright," Crystal smiled. "Go to sleep, then." Crystal obeyed and forced herself to fall asleep fast. Pitch waved his hand over her head, giving her a horrific nightmare as she asked. Pitch was about to morph into the shadows when he looked back and saw Crystal smile into his nightmare. As he left, a tear slipped through her closed eyes.

In that lonesome month, Crystal seemed even more distant. A couple of children ran past her, laughing so happily. Crystal smiled at that, she remembered her and Pitch sharing the same laughter and joy as the little kids. She was soon snapped out when she saw a man, hiding a knife behind his back, stomping over to the two children. 'No! He's going to ruin their friendship! Their happy memory!' She thought as she dashed in front of the kids. Instead of grabbing a kid and stabbing them, he grabbed Crystal instead and stabbed her right arm. Crystal cried out in pain, the children screamed in horror, attracting the attention of neighbors around them. The man panicked and bolted away. Before he could make it out of the the neighborhood, a German Sheppard was released and bit the man's leg down.

Crystal slowly and painfully knelt towards the children. "Keep your happy memories, the treasured memories of you two together..." Crystal ran off into a nearby forest as the children hugged each other. Being friends with someone who understood you did wonders on Crystal's pessimistic attitude. Crystal was able to sneak into the house without any of her family members noticing her bloody arm. She wrapped a gauze around her wound and wore a sweater to cover it up. Later that night, as Crystal slept, white light shone through her window. It made its way towards her sleeping body. Crystal was suddenly dreaming as if she was... an angel. The outlines of scenes were white and faded, she was watching kids from the back of a classroom.

The next morning, her wings appeared, glowing healthy and then disappeared. As the month passed by, there were no signs of Pitch. Crystal started losing hope, and she was breaking even more when she was bullied and cried alone. Alone in her empty room. With no one to cry with, no one the laugh with... Soon, Crystal forgot about Pitch. And Pitch forgot about Crystal, too. His new found power made him thirst for more so he decided to kill someone. He came upon a familiar house but he brushed it away. The memories of 2 years ago replayed. Pitch was smirking and when Crystal turned around for the door, his smirk instantly dropped. An angel's wings.

But what was more strange was that they were bloody wings! And one of the wings... Were near to being broken off. It's like someone snapped her wing off but stopped before they could finish. So now, it hung and swayed back and forth to her motion. The guardians were brought back to the present. Pitch was still smiling at his work. "Pitch?" Tooth uttered. "What?" He spat. "How much did you see?" Tooth choked out. Her throat suddenly felt dry. Pitch shrugged but replied anyways, "Her being bullied by everyone." Pitch seemed unamused. "You didn't see everything." Tooth's voice started to waver. Pitch started to look disgusted towards them.

"You don't know what you've done to her. Her! Out of all people!" Jack motioned towards a passed out Crystal on the floor to make his point. Pitch scoffed. "I know what I've done, annoying brat!" Tooth cautiously fluttered towards Pitch, holding the box out for him. "You need to see for yourself." Pitch looked at Tooth, then back at the box. "You need to Pitch." North ushered, resting a hand on Jack's shoulder. "Fine." Pitch snatched the box and traced his fingers along the outlines of the designs.

The guardians watched Pitch's face change from bored, to suspicious, shocked, and then despair. As if he'd been stabbed through the heart. He dropped the box in his panicked state and it seemed like he was hyperventilating. When his eyes rested on Crystal, he dove down and clutched Crystal's poor figure in his chest. And once again, he started crying. "What did I do?! I'm so terrible!" For once, the guardians felt sorry for Pitch. His only friend, after thousands of bitter years alone, had been hurt. He had hurt her.