I've been in Ireland, so I haven't had chance to update, but here we are, with the promised chapter 'Disaster'. This particular oneshot is a prequel to 'Corrode', so you'll know where this is going if you've read that one. Not sure which prompt I'll use next, but if you have any ideas then drop them in a message or in the reviews and I'll see what I can do :D

Disaster, n
- a calamitous event, especially one occurring suddenly and causing great loss of life

He'd come out of nowhere, looking even more sinister and haunting than he'd ever done before. Since his defeat God only knew how many years ago, he'd appeared to have festered in the dark – his cheeks hallow, his eyes sunken and gaunt which only made his golden iris' stand out more, illuminating the hatred, highlighting the evil. His lips were twisted up into a menacing smile, while the very essence of him seemed to flicker and dance like a shadow in candlelight.

Glancing about swiftly, Jack saw what horrors had unfolded in the Warren before he'd arrived. Tooth was lying motionless on the floor, her shimmering pink wings broken, collapsed upon themselves, her beautiful feathers near enough al plucked from her body, leaving the skin underneath raw, tender and bleeding. What feathers were left were dull, and disintegrating. Baby Tooth was sat beside her, squeaking helplessly. Jack watched, shocked still as a nightmare descended upon the little fairy, snuffing her out before Jack could even yell out an anguished warning, his bright blue eyes filled with tears.

Tearing his eyes away from the lifeless body of the fairy, Jack spotted Bunny's boomerang, broken in half and lying upon a charred section of grass. There was no sight of the Pooka, and all the warrior eggs had been cracked and split in half. North's coat was lying shredded on the blackened grass not too far away from the spot where Bunny should have been, his swords abandoned beside it, a reddish brown liquid spattered over the rocks and material... there was no sign of Sandy.

"What did you do?" Jack croaked, his icy blue eyes turning to look at Pitch again, feeling his bottom lip tremble as grief struck him hard right in his chest.

I finally accomplished what I set out to do years ago, I destroyed the Guardians," he laughed, and the cold harsh sound sent shivers down Jack's spine. Then the full weight of Pitch's words crashed upon him, he felt as though his world started to crumble around him. His friends, his family... they were gone.

"All except one Jack..." Pitch went on, his smile twisting up maniacally. "But I can be a merciful person. I'll give you the option again. Join me, or I will destroy you."

Jack's mind reeled as he tried to take in the fact that everyone was gone, all in one single motion, and now Pitch was here offering him a ticket to life, to power... but he could never accept it – he could never be on the side of the man who had killed his family.

His bright blue eyes shone with tears, one single drop spilling over and tracing a long wet line down his cheek as his head lolled to the side to look over the places where his friends should be. Sliding down the way to look at Tooth's body growing fainter. She was disappearing, and he was going with her.

"Bite me," he muttered, turning to look back up at Pitch, looking behind him to see how the sky in the Warren was darkening, this world was disappearing too. The Guardians were no more. "I'm not joining you, I never would and I never will."

Icy blue eyes connected with vivid gold, hatred glowing in both. The corner of Pitch's mouth curled up into a sneer, and he glowered at the teenage boy.

"As you wish."

In one fluid motion Pitch wrenched his arm back and in the second it took him to swing it forward again, he'd conjured a dull black dagger, and plunged it into the teens stomach. Jack bit his tongue, refusing to cry out in pain, no matter how much it seared though him, made his blood burn in his veins. Smirking, Pitch ripped the dagger upwards, splitting the boys chest open before dropping him onto the floor, staring down as Jack's life slipped away, seeping from him with his blood.

"There will only be darkness now," Pitch said quietly, holding his gaze with those bright blue eyes whilst the boy writhed in pain, but refused to voice it. "Darkness, and nightmares."

There was such animosity in Jack's eyes before they went still and dulled that Pitch felt the overwhelming need to look away, glancing around at the Warren which was crumbling around him, to Tooth who was nothing but a whisper of what she once was. And then to Jack, who was lying motionless on the floor in a pool of his own blood.

"Time to make nightmares."