He barely remembered feeling so alone, standing in the blank antarctic night as the anger melted away into nothing. No emotion just the emptiness and the ache in his heart making every beat stutter.
He just wanted it to stop, he was sick of this pointless stretch of loneliness; what had been accomplished in the time he'd been a spirit. NOTHING. 300 years for nothing. He glared at the moon trying to summon his anger at the entity that doomed him to this, but he felt nothing. He stood on the precipice of a cliff, the moons light shone arrogantly on him and he couldn't even manage a spark of anger. "You shouldn't of chosen me". The moon didn't change. "There was no point" he numbly took the tooth case out of his pocked and dropped it off the cliff. He felt magic gather in his hand and solidify, "I thought this might happen". He tensed momentarily before he lost the will to fight, "Pitch"
"It won't work you know Jack" Jack looked down at the shard of ice in his hand, "I've already tried." As if he could sense the younger spirits surprise Pitch continued, "we're not so different you and I Jack, you think I don't know what it's like to not be believed in, to long for a family, to long for release... But our powers don't work on ourselves"
For a long moment they where silent.
"Please!... Pitch please kill me!"
He felt the calming touch of the other spirit's hand on his shoulder, "Jack..."
"Please Pitch! You might be strong enough for this but I'm not." He felt the gently squeeze to his shoulder and heard Pitch sigh quietly.
"Very well little one" and a shard of shadow pierced his heart.
THE END