Here is the next chapter, I hope the description makes sense i made it up and i dont know if i described it well enough. anyway this is really creepy because the amount of words in the actual chapter part is 2013 and today is the last day of 2012, well have a good new years!

enjoy!


Pitch slowly stood up, leaning his hands on his knees for support, he was breathing heavily. He looked down at his hands, shouldn't he be holding the scythe? Where was it? Pitch looked around frantically, without the scythe he wouldn't have any leverage over the Guardians. Instead of finding the weapon he was looking for when he looked up he saw the last being in the universe he wanted to see standing in front of him, there stood the Grim Reaper, looking surprisingly solid and unnaturally mad, glaring right at him.

Pitch then realized that they didn't seem to be anywhere in particular, there was nothing to be seen, no horizon, no shadows, no Guardians, nothing, they were somewhere completely empty. The color was indescribable, it seemed to be a place that was all one color but it wasn't any specific shade, it seemed that every time Pitch thought he knew what color to call it it had changed to a new one, the best he could describe it was as a place filled with light.

Grim looked around as well, he knew where they were, this was his realm, it was nothing, it was nowhere, to any living creature it didn't exist, and hardly anyone had ever seen it. Grim may have been slightly more solid from the amount of energy it took to get Pitch into his realm but he felt stronger than he had since the scythe had been taken. The reason the scythe wasn't there with them was because they weren't in the tangible world anymore, the scythe had stayed behind with their bodies, only their minds were present in this realm.

Pitch looked into Grim's eyes, they seemed brighter, and he then realized that they matched the 'color', whatever it was, of the place they were in. He was very disoriented and was contemplating was to do when he heard Death speak.

"Your time has come." Said Grim, you could barely tell that the voices had come from him, since it seemed that they came from every direction, like millions of people speaking in unison, they were no longer confined to Grim's own form, they now resonated through the eerie space and simply matched the movement of Grim's lips.

"Never!" Pitch shouted, his voice seeming miniscule in comparison with the layers upon layers that had been Grim's voice, "Fear will never die."

The many voices spoke once more, "Maybe so, but fears can be repressed, for a very, very, long time, and I believe that you know that better than anyone. Your fears have been hidden for all this time, I know what you fear most." Grim came closer with every step, the voices becoming louder with each word. Grim was only inches away from Pitch when he had finished, looking straight into the eyes that feared him so much.

The silver eyes stared back, the glow of the bright flecks of orange contrasting with the depth of the black pupils that seemed to go on forever, but Grim knew that buried beneath all that hatred and power there was something that Pitch shared with most living things, a fear of death. Grim always found that to be the worst part of his job, the absolute and utter fear he was faced with all the time, the sad state most beings were reduced to when they found out who they were standing in front of. Grim wished that he could make it easier for them, but it was his job, he had to do it, he was a balancing force of nature and the world couldn't afford to have people live forever.

Now, as he faced Pitch, he didn't see a murderous tyrant, he saw a scared person, he saw any one of the millions upon millions he had met in his life standing before him. The Nightmare King was reduced to the the same state as any being who had ever faced him had always reached.

Pitch's vulnerability did not last for long though, he snapped out of it quickly and took up a defensive stance. "There is much fear present in this place, I don't believe you thought this through very well." Said Pitch, his normal, evil, self beginning to form once again.

Grim thought this through, maybe Pitch was right, but no one could defeat death, especially in his own realm.

Pitch concentrated very hard for a few seconds, and then lifted his arms slowly, appearing to be lifting something heavy from the ground. As it turned out that was exactly what he was doing, as figures began to rise from the ground.

Although the floor was completely solid the figures seemed to emerge from it as though they were rising from water. They appeared to be the same shade as the realm except each had its own color variation that shifted slightly every so often.

Grim watched as at least a dozen forms rose from the ground, great, just great, Grim could name each and every form as one of the lives he had claimed during his existence. Pitch was summoning the fear of the souls that lingered in Grim's realm.

There were figures of every stature standing before Death. Tall men with roman gladiator helmets, large animals like bears and lions, women wearing huge Victorian powdered wigs and carrying some nasty looking medieval weapons, modern looking soldiers, some with limbs missing, armed with various weapons, samurai in full battle armor, and a multitude of other kinds of warriors from different points in history. Pitch sure knew how to pick out the most spiteful and dangerous warriors from Grim's practically endless collection of souls.

"It would seem they had a lot of fear when they met you, but now I believe it's mostly anger." Pitch said with a smirk, his confidence growing by the second.

The figures looked eerily camouflaged, considering that they were all shades of the strange 'color of the realm, and Grim could see them bristling with anticipation and excitement to finally get a chance at revenge on the being who took them from their lives.

All at once the figures charged, their weapons at the ready and their indistinct faces contorted into angry sneers.

Grim phased into the ground, appearing behind the group of angry bodies. They did not hesitate in turning around, able to sense everything going on around them, they were made of the same material as the realm after all, they could feel everything that was going on everywhere.

The Grim Reaper realized that he would have to defeat them another way, he couldn't simply phase around forever, besides his friends needed him and were probably still fighting in the conscious world.

The figures began to charge again, this time they surrounded Grim and began to attack him, Grim fought them off with dark shots of energy, though it was hard to do so because he didn't want to hurt them, they were still souls and did not deserve any pain after their deaths.

Grim kept this up for a few more moments before he realized that he could use the advantage of his attackers to defeat them, if they could feel everything in the realm, he could overwhelm them if he created a big enough diversion.

Grim focused all his thoughts and energy on his realm, letting himself be attacked, he didn't mind that much, he could withstand much harsher conditions than a few souls come back to haunt him.

He reached out with his mind, calling on every soul he ever met that was encased in his realm, he urged them all to help him, telling them to yell and scream and make as much noise as possible.

At first only a few souls heeded his instructions and a few far-off sounding screams and shouts could be heard, no one seemed to notice except Grim, who was grappling with all the souls who hated him, he pleaded with them, telling them that the people who were still alive in the world were all going to die if they didn't help him, that earned him some more participants, and the figures attacking him began to look around, some covering their ears.

Some souls were jealous of those who were alive and selfishly wanted them to die, Grim's thoughts resonated through the seemingly endless area around him, trying to get the people to see how monstrous they were being. Many had forgotten the values they had once held and had become bitter and cruel, Grim asserted himself even more, something he hated doing, making his thoughts more intense and showing them a picture of the darkened world, the sight of their old home so decrepit and dark finally struck a chord in the more stubborn spirits and they too began to howl and shout with the others.

The product of Grim's efforts was a huge jumble of different sounds, some animal, some human, all loud and strong. The figures around him all began to melt away whilst clutching their heads and spinning in pointless circles. Once they had completely assimilated with the ground Grim made sure that the souls would not let anyone out anymore, because Pitch could just keep on summoning more and more souls if there was no barrier.

Grim breathed heavily and looked down at how solid he was, he could see every detail etched into his skin, he hadn't ever seen himself this solid in all of his existence. He could make out every little arm hair on his arms, every wrinkle in his skin, every fold in his simple clothing was visible. He stood slowly, standing steady in front of Pitch.

Pitch smirked and raised his arms yet again, only to look around in confusion at the ground. He couldn't summon any souls, his mind couldn't even sense the fear that these souls had, instead he found a solid wall when he tried to reach out with his mind.

Grim looked straight at Pitch, this time he was the one smirking, and Pitch could see every line and curve of Grim's triumphant expression.

"I'm sorry," Grim said, approaching Pitch, who had absolutely no idea what to do.

"For what?" Pitch asked indignantly.

"For this," Grim said touching a hand to Pitch's forehead and closing his white eyes. Surprisingly Pitch didn't move at all, he had no more ingenious ways to defeat Death, no sarcastic remark to throw, he was defeated, and the worst part was that he knew it.

Grim reached into Pitch's mind, flinching at the things that lived in the recesses of his consciousness. Grim's power wrapped around the mind that had been around for almost as long as he had, for when Death came into the world fear did not follow far behind. It pained Grim to take the life of the only being that had lived even remotely as long as him. But he could feel that the years had worn on Pitch and that he was tried, maybe this long rest was needed. He knew that Pitch would come back, but he would keep him down for as long as possible, maybe he would change in time.

Pitch's thoughts slowly became more and more disjointed, and his consciousness slowly ebbed away into the sea of souls in Grim's realm.

Pitches body completely disappeared and Grim opened his eyes, letting out a deep breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding. He could already feel Pitch's presence pushing against the restraints of death, he sighed, maybe the Nightmare King would be kept for even less time than he had originally speculated, but at least the fight was over for now.

Grim closed his eyes and when he opened them he was back in the real world, lying on the ground. He looked around, and was very annoyed when he saw that the fearlings were still running rampant and his friends were still fighting. That was why Pitch was already fighting back, because the people of the world were still terrified, they still had one more fight left.


So review here is the revised version of the happy and you know it song, thank you to Malica15 for giving me the idea to make it sound better:

If you're happy and you know it then review! If you're happy and you know it then review! If you're happy and you know it and you really wanna show it if you're happy and you know it then review!

ik its kind of a stretch from the 68 reviews i have as of now but im hoping that at the end of the story it will have 100 reviews :) well a girl can dream cant she!

anyway have a good new years!