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How was he gonna do it? How was he going to kill the Sandman? First, he had to make sure Sandy was busy with his Nightmares. But it's not like he was that powerful. It had to be quick, like last time. The last time, he had the upper hand, and he had the chance to strike. How was he going to do that in a small space like this? In the sky, he had all the space he needed. In here, he had limited space to deal with.
How?
He looked at Jack. I did make him... Pitch thought, ... He could be of some use. He turned his full body towards the boy, and quite calmly, Pitch said, "...Do you think you could do something for me?" Jack nodded. "Okay, good, I want you to kill the Sandman. He is a very bad man; he tries to interfere with my work." Jack nodded, and said, "I'm gonna do just that, Father!"
And with that, Jack jumped off the platform and in to the commotion below.
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Boomerangs flew everywhere, and dream sand whipped away all the Nightmares that dared to get close. A flur of blue and yellow flew through each Nightmare, striking them down instantly. A shine of metal and silver blurred and zipped around and in every direction. Everyone was trying their hardest not to get 'infected' with dark sand, and they were also trying to get rid of all the Nightmares. But, no matter how many they destroyed, no matter how mamy disentigrated, the Nightmares would always come back and replace them. How were there so many?
Cold feet rested on the grey rock, and walked towards a golden yellow cloud floating in the air. It was surrounded by tons and tons of black dust, and the man on top of the gold sand cloud kept whipping and slashing at the many Nightmares coming towards him. Jack made his staff form into a scythe, and he smirked. If Sandy kept doing that, maybe he would be able to attack him from behind...
Suddenly, a whip came up from out of nowhere, and nearly hit Jack in the stomach. "Woah," Jack exclaimed, jumping back, "And so, it begins..." Sandy stood in front of Jack, a face full of anger on it. He was determined get Jack out, and get him back to Santoff Claussen as soon as possible. But then again, he couldn't act ruthlessly, because both of them were made of sand, and if one touched the other, it could mean something good or bad. It depends on who's touching who first.
Why are you doing this, Jack?! Why are you like this!? Sandy signalled, trying to get his good sand whip to touch Jack. "Why are YOU like this? Why are you here?~", Jack taunted, dodging attacks, and throwing ones of his own. Both of them were jumping around, and dodging each other's attacks. The Nightmares had finally stopped reproducing, and most of them had been wiped out by Bunny, Tooth and North. All of the Guardians were seemingly finished, and all them seemed tired from fighting all their enemies.
North stopped moving when he was done with his batch. He took a look at Sandy and Jack. His eyes had widened.
Tooth looked at the duo that was fighting each other, and her eyes widened.
Bunnymund stopped fighting his share of monsters, and took time to take a glance at Sandy and Jack. He couldn't believe it.
Both had struck each other in the heart.
"NO! SANDY!", North yelled, running towards the fallen warriors. Jack had dream sand glowing and spreading from his wound, and Sandy had black sand spreading and glowing from his wound. Jack's wound seemed to have begun to spread faster than Sandy's, giving the wound time to be saved. "D...aD... help me...", Jack gasped, drifting in and out of his evil side, and his good side. Sandy seemed to have enough dream sand left, and he touched his chest, the black sand dissapearing entirely. Sandy got up, good as new, and walked over to fallen Jack. His hand was reaching out, and Sandy began to reach out his own hand. Suddenly, a large whoosh of air sounded and the Guardians were all knocked into the walls.
"Help...please...Fa...ther...", Jack called out, his hand still outstretched in the air. A grey hand took Jack's and lifted his limp body from off the ground. The dream sand had nearly consumed all of poor Jack, and Pitch managed to get him back to his original form. His dark, evil, sinister self. Fionice came out, elegant as ever, and took the boy from Pitch's hands. She carried him over to a red bed; the same one that she managed to poison him in. "Go to sleep, Cold One. Have a pleasant nightmare."
Pitch stood outside of the bedroom, hands behind his back, pondering about where the Guardians were. They weren't groaning in pain and agony near the walls they were smashed in. Man in Moon must've sent them back, Pitch thought, He didn't even let me finish that wretched Sandman off! Fionice came out of the room, and walked past Pitch, who was making a rather angry face. She didn't laugh; she thought herself as too serious to laugh at anything. Which was exagerating a little bit. Then, she heard Pitch Black talking to himself, and also standing perfectly still.
"Things wrapped in dark and cold,
a new age shall unravel and unfold.
A perfect being, of dark and light,
reaching down and up, with all his might.
A boy clothed in white, and bathed in black
a sort of control, he seems to lack.
Working for dark, but working for light,
he must find a way as to which is right.
An evil took him, and made him his own,
As to which he may take the sinister throne."
Pitch looked around after breaking his trance. What had just happened? Where in the world was he? As far as he could tell, he was still in his home. His prison. And then he remembered his objective. I have to destroy them, he thought, clenching his fists until he saw white, I will kill every last one of them!
Fionice kept on walking as soon as she heard him break. She smirked. The Man in the Moon was meaning to tell her something about the boy. About Jack Frost, and of what he might become. A boy clothed in white, and bathed in black...Fionice pondered, continuing her route towards a mysterious green door. That's a very strange sentence to hear. And then about him taking Pitch's place... Fionice's smirk grew bigger, and wider. Soon or not, she would have a new master to take care of once she was done with Pitch.
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Tooth didn't feel very good.
She felt as though she got tossed around, and beaten down. Which is exactly what had happened two hours ago. To say in another manner, she felt like crap. Guh...Where am I? Toothiana thought, hovering up from her spot on the floor, and finding herself back at Santoff Claussen. Bunny and North were on the verge of getting up. Sandy was in the far side of the room, not disoriented, and perfectly fine. Bunny got up, and asked quite bitterly, "How the 'ell are you not hurt?" Sandy just smiled mischeviously, and Bunny rolled his eyes. In no time, all of the Guardians were back on their feet, and trying to ask Man in Moon what the deal was. "Why did you send us back," North began to ask, "Why Man in Moon?" "Yeah, why?", Bunny asked, getting a little irritated. He had him! He knew he did. So why did Man in Moon send them back?
Why?
Bunny yelled to the heavens, "WE NEARLY HAD HIM! WHY DID YOU SEND US BACK!? WE COULD'VE BROUGHT HIM BACK IF YOU'D JUST LET US FIGHT!" He felt bad enough as it is. Now he felt bad for not being able to fight back right when they had Jack in their hands. All let their heads hang in sorrow and anger. Why had he done it? Why didn't he let them fight? Was it because they seemed weak from fighting? We had Jack... Bunny thought, his hand clenching into a fist, ...I swear, we had him for that one moment... The gigantic Pooka's mouth turned into a nasty frown. "Why?", he whispered. Bunny slammed his fist on an nearby coffee table, and announced, "WE ARE GOING TO GET JACK BACK, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER! EVEN IF WE HAVE TO GO TO THE COLDEST PLACE ON EARTH TO GET HIM BACK!"
Tooth beamed with happiness, and so did Sandy. North nodded, and smiled a smile of approval. "Now," Aster E. Bunnymund began, "LET'S GET GOING!" Everyone went their usual routes, and they were all off again.
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Dark Jack lays asleep in a red ruby bed, tears streeming down his face. His subconcious didn't know what made him so sad.
When everything was gone,
And the warriors frozen,
you blamed Jack,
the lonely boy, you've chosen
Something started to break through the evil barrier that barricaded the sorrow the poor Winter Child kept under lock and key for all these years
You closed your doors
on the Lonely Kid
before even thinking
of what you just did
Dark Jack's mind tried to concentrate on the walls he put up. He tried desperately to stay the way he was. The perfered way. He didn't know any other way there was.
You told him that you wont care
if he went missing.
And he ran away.
Him, you wont be dissing.
He cried and cried
and repeated your horrid words.
And then remembered how
you closed your doors.
A thought treaded nearer and nearer to the main source of all his thinking, and threatened to get inside. This thought wanted to change Jack. It wanted to make him good. He was suddenly terrified to be good. He didn't want to be good and be caged up. He wanted to be free as a bird when he was bad.
Then a sinister voice
opened up to him.
Luring him in,
his eyes grew dim.
Now, the Jack before you
is not the same.
Now, who's fault is it?
He was yours to blame.
Suddenly, a faint memory opened itself up to the teen. Jack tried to push that away too. Concentrating on two things are difficult. Especially when you're asleep. That's when things can take a turn for the worst when you don't know it.
Why did you do that?
You didn't need to say those words.
And now that he's evil,
he knows it's your fault he turned.
And then, his mind went blank. His walls stayed up, not daring to crack, nor break apart. The memory that was oh so distant had faded in nothingness.
He couldn't find a love.
All he saw was your turned back.
He turned his gaze to Pitch
the day you shattered Jack.
Everything felt clear. Everything was clear. He was Dark Jack, son of Pitch Black and Fionice Ivy. There was nothing else to be done about anything. Jack smirked in his sleep. Everything was finally back to normal.
Something had changed,
And one thing was clear
Suddenly, it all came back to him in a flash of white and blue. His hair began to turn white, and his clothes began to loose it's dark color. The frost on his collar wasn't black and white anymore; it changed back to white completely.
is that he would have friends and family,
forever near.
Everything went white.
His eyes went back to their original blue-ish sky color.
His hair had turned back to it's snowy, christalized form.
His name wasn't Dark Jack.
It was Jack Frost, and he knew it very well.
HAI. JACK FROST WENT TO NORMAL. YEAH. IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY. D:
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