Note: Altho clearly fanfiction is different from a light novel, I should still finish it and give it an ending. Surprisingly, the breakdown of chapters has become longer then I thought it would be.

Chapter 27

You think darkness is your ally. You've merely adapted the dark. I was born in it, moulded by it. I didn't see the light until I was a man and by then it was only blinding.

-Bane

Jamie turned to the groups of children, now soon many shuffling and ready to bawl their eyes. Pitch stepped away from them with a frowned in his face while Sandy tried to settle a couple of kids down with some floating sands that turned into flying unicorns, dancing dolls, and robots. Bunnymund suddenly had kids rushing to him; 2 climbed on his back, 3 began to comb his fur and one began to touch his tail with a dazed look while muttering cotton candy.

Mick clapped his hands together. "All is well I suppose!" He casually elbowed Pick. "No need for us to come to the rescue, eh?" Pick just sighed tiredly, flapped his wing and flew up to the crow's nest where he settled to clean his beak. Mick looking perturbed, looked at Molten instead.

"Nah, you didn't miss all the fun." Molten smiled crazily and his eyes shined. Molten lurched forward with all his might, pulling loose on the shackles rope that was in Bunnymund's grip.

"Stop!" Jack shouted as sharp ice formed in the air. However, Molten licked his lips and continued to dash forwards to his closest targets he could find with his red beady eyes. Jack saw what was making Molten drool.

Jamie and Sophie.

Instinctively, Jack formed four icicles over his head with the remaining spilled moon water on the ground and without any hesitation, Jack swiped with his arms and they shot forward like spears. They flew in the air with enough force and speed to slice off the man's neck. Molten avoided them like a shadow- he swiftly dodged, slid, and docked. Yet, just as he gleefully reached out his claws at Jamie's eyes, he staggered aside. Molten glanced down and touched his wet chest that was lodged with icicle as wide as his fist.

Molten threw his head up to the sky and howled with his claws stretched out. Then, as if all air was depleted in his lungs, he exhaled a sad chuckle and collapsed on his side. "It's always the last one that gets me I suppose. " Molten stared up at frightened Jamie hugging wide-eyed Sarah. Bunnymund ran to their side with a boomerang in his hand acting as a shield while Sandy surrounded the kids in a giant globe of thick sand.

"Ha...there goes my chance. It looks like I gave you all such a fright. What a bad manner I have. Hehehe...but I couldn't help it you see, I was envious. I just wanted what you humans had." He gurgled.

Molten saw something soften in Jamie's eyes and saw his own reflection of himself slowing morphing and melting. "It looks like this is the end for me. But I rather have a company in facing death." Molten chocked out on his last breath. From Molten's stomach, a large blob expanded and separated, landing with a soft plop onto the ground. From the blob rose a child Molten with an impish grin. It roared and rushed toward the basement cellar door where North has popped out.

Everything happened too quickly.

"What in the artic blaze-?" North yelped as kid-sized Molten climbed up to his waist and grabbed a sabre. Kid Molten launched off of North's chest and spun around and rushed to face Pitch with a daredevil grin.

"When would you ever learn to give up?" Pitch amusingly said. He pulled out his own dagger to face a measly kid-sized Molten.

Then a sudden bolt of light fell on Pitch's eyes. He cursed out loud and rubbed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he realized he was looking at a tree in the darkness. He felt dry green leaves rustle as he stood up. In the evening light, the silent dark forest loomed over him, ever imposing with natural authority with unknown darkness that hid under the shrubs. The air felt thick with humidity and musty smell mixed with pine. No sounds of birds could be heard; the forest has suffocated any noise and light.

Where was he at?

He felt a snarl leave his mouth and realized he was moving without any intention to. But he felt himself rise up higher and sniffle his nose. He smelled something delicious. He felt drool form in his mouth and rushed forward crazily, losing all reasons. Leaves and branches broke under his pursuit as he struck them quickly to the side and dodged. A loud shriek followed as he grabbed an arm of a young kid, shivering in the shadow under a coniferous tree. The child had ginger hair and looked up with wet green eyes.

"Who-who are you?" The lost child stammered. Pitch opened his mouth to answer but only a smile stretched his face. The child asked again. "Could you help me to find my parents? I got lost when I came to pick herbs with them." Pitch screamed in his head to run, far away, yet the Bogeyman stayed silent.

He reached out to the kid's trembling eyes and felt a swell of his nightmares rise up from the ground. The lost child screeched as he teetered backward with fears in his eyes. "Mom! Dad!" The child cried out, but soon the child was swallowed up by the nightmares. Pitch felts himself watching with cold callous eyes until from the dissipating nightmares emerged a single dark creature with spikes shuddering in the middle. The dark creature shrieked into the night recklessly bearing it's sharp teeth to Pitch. Pitch slowly reached out to stroke dark creature's spikes and felt satisfaction drip into his skin.

"My greatest creation." The Bogeyman whispered and he cackled in the suffocating forest.

Pitch gasped and stumbled backward as the flashback ended. He turned a kid into a Fearling. When? he thought frantically. However, Pitch never finished his thought as he felt something sink into his stomach.

"My last present to you." Kid Molten cackled in satisfaction until he was no more, scattered into emptiness.

Pitch screamed.