Hey everyone! I'm back!:) Yay! It's finally winter break and I am bombarded with tons of schoolwork! No break for me! But who's excited for X-mas!? Anyways, I took a little while publishing this, sorry I neglected it for so long. Got busy, you all know. So just now, I took a little time to appreciate you guys so I looked at your profile's. So funny you guys. Bravo:) If you got time, check out my profile and look under Fun Stuff That's Not Mine. I swear, you won't regret it XD Anyways, enough of my rambling. Let us jump into chapter 6! This will not be the ending if you guessed, I will add a short prologue to wrap up this story:)
Pitch stood there blankly; appalled by his actions.
But that did not stop the ravishing Guardians before him. They were going to get vengeance, give Pitch a taste of his own medicine. It pained them to battle another spirit, but the death of Jack pained them far more. The poor boy wasn't even given a chance to explain himself and Pitch mindlessly murdered him in a heartbeat. What had Pitch become? Why would he do such a thing to an innocent child? Jack didn't know any better and was innocent, even when the Guardians treated him with such vileness. With broken hearts and tears stinging their eyes; the Guardians attacked the Nightmare King.
With tears in her violet eyes, Tooth flitted up to the man and slapped him. She grasped him by the shoulders and took off into the air. With a battle cry, she raged downwards and plummeted into the street. Rocks and dust everywhere, but it brought no discomfort to anyone. Tooth heaved as she flitted out of the crater she had created, choking on the dust and her own tears.
Tooth just admired Jack for his teeth but then realized he was much more. She noticed too late. It pained her to know that she would never get to see him alive and cheery again. See his smile full of not just pearly whites, but kindness. His eyes that sparkled with joy and his voice as soft as summer rain. Was it possible for a fairy-blinded to see the truth by her duties-to miss someone so much and only know them for three days? Do fairies have wings?
She missed him so much. She would give anything up to bring Jack back.
Bunny never liked the ankle-biter. He was a no good, rotten, damned brat. Froze his Warren, hell, Jack even put Easter to a halt in 1968. But that was all forgiven and forgotten... in Bunny's mind. Jack died thinking that Bunny was a cold hearted, unforgiving rabbit. Which pained Bunny. Not because of him, but for Jack. And Jack was right, Bunny was cold hearted. He deserved to be viewed like that. But past to present, Jack was gone and Bunny was a cold hearted beast. Like Pitch.
With a roar of an animal, Bunny lunged himself at the slender man and karate kicked him square in the chest. Pitch heaved and fell back, but Bunny didn't stop there. He pounced on Pitch and mashed him and slashed him with his fists and claws. Once he was satisfied, he left. It didn't make Bunny proud, but it made him contempt. Tear droplets reflected off of his fur. He'll be honest, he missed him. He thought: Was it possible for a rabbit-who didn't care because of his rage-to end up loving someone whom he'd hated for most of his life?Do rabbits have ears and fur?
Bunny wished he could take back all of his anger and see Jack's smile of a smirk one last time.
North was the first to trust Jack. A trust that shattered because of something North was to nearsighted to see. His eyes of wonder failed to see beyond the guilty boy that pleaded for forgiveness for something he didn't do. Jack felt guilty anyways. North wanted to apologize but was too cowardly. The mammoth of a man was too afraid to admit that he was wrong. Jack even tried to comfort him. Jack was like the son North never had. And North was a terrible, terrible father when his son needed him most. What kind of a Father Christmas was he if he couldn't protect his own son? He seeked vengeance and wanted to leash his rage on the man who murdered his boy, even though North's guilt was himself.
Pitch lay on the ground, motionless. North surged forward and took out his sabers. He slashed the Nightmare across the chest; one slice per sword. North wasn't a killer, so the cuts weren't deep or he would be as bad as Pitch. And North didn't think Jack would want that. North stomped off as he harshly rubbed his eyes; they burned and they were wet. North tucked his sabers back into their sheaths. North wanted Jack back. But was it possible for a jolly man-his days never blue-to be saddened by the death of a boy whom he'd grown to love in such a short amount of time? Does Santa like cookies?
North wanted his son back. He wanted to be the father Jack deserved.
The Big Three just breathed together in tears and silence. They were the only ones left. They had lost two loved ones in three days. It was their fault to. And there was nothing they could do about it. They didn't even know if they could carry on with their days without a moment of genuine happiness left in their souls. Only a few yards away, laid their last lights of hope. Only six of them, to sustain them for all eternity. Alas, it was not to last. And in their light's arms... was their precious baby. Dead. They couldn't bare to look. They couldn't do anything without feeling ashamed.
The Big Three just sobbed of their losses.
What were they to do?
Pitch lay in the ground, surrounded by rocks and dust. He was cut, beaten, and had a splitting headache. But his condition was the least of his concerns. Dare he say, he felt weak, scared and guilty. He, the Nightmare King, felt his worst emotions well up inside of him. It was not his desire to murder a child. He only brought fear and wanted to be seen and known. But his desire got the best of him. He did not wish for this act of cruelty. He went way too far. He was sorry.
Of course, no apology could misplace what he had done. He had grown so monstrous and ambitious that he did not notice who he was turning himself into. He wanted to reverse it. Pitch wanted to go back... when he was a kind man. But alas, Pitch Black was the Boogeyman. He brought the nightmares to children. Something the world needed. The universe needed to have dark and light, good and bad, or else the universe would become unstable.
But he didn't need to murder a child.
Maybe the rest of them knew that he was sorry, maybe they didn't. He wasn't looking for forgiveness. He could not be forgiven, he could just try to forget with his act haunting his soul forever. Jack Frost had done nothing wrong. Heck, Pitch tried to recruit him! He was a brave, and loyal boy. Something he saw in Jack before the Guardians. Jack was a young, innocent child that deserved to live. His life didn't need to be taken. It shouldn't have been taken. Pitch wanted to see Jack alive, take back what he had done and see the boy alive once more.
Pitch was sorry
"Oh Jack... no... please no!" Jamie wailed. His eyes were sore from crying and he had run out of tears. His shoulders were shaking as he hiccuped from time to time. He was still clutching onto Jack.
Six kids at ten years old had just witnessed a murder. The murder of a spirit. A loved spirit who didn't even know it. A misunderstood spirit whom everyone loved with all their hearts. Jack had given everyone joy and happiness. Jamie had been so full of love with Jack and it only lasted for an hour or two. When he first saw Jack dead, it was like someone took out a piece of his heart.
"Oh god! No! Please!" Jamie sobbed.
Jamie's friends were crying as well but their connection with Jack wasn't as great.
"What should I do? You can't be dead!" Jamie wailed and silently cried.
Pippa kneeled down next to Jamie. "There's nothing you can do, Jamie..." There was a moment of quiet dread before Pippa stated the ugly truth, "Jack's dead." She sniffed and rubbed her nose.
In the background, the Guardians had just finished off Pitch and were sobbing together.
"Oh!" Monty whined. "I wanna go home!" He bawled.
"Yeah..." The twins sniffed.
"Me too!" Cupcake exclaimed sadly and sniffed.
It was too much for all of them.
Pippa patted Jamie as Jamie looked up from Jack for the first time. "Come on, Jamie. Let's go home. It's over. There's nothing we can do." She paused and smiled. "I bet we'll be seeing more of the Guardians now!" She cheered, but sadness was still prudent in her voice.
This made everyone smile except for Jamie. The Guardians would be the Guardians but they wouldn't be a family with Jack or the Sandman. Nothing was going to be the same. But Jamie wanted to go home. He couldn't stand the pain.
"Okay..." Jamie whispered and got up. He looked at Jack one more time sadly. "Nothing's going to be the same... not without Jack and the Sandman."
Oh yeah, the Sandman... everyone remembered.
The Guardians made their way towards the kids as they all loomed over the dead body. Tears were shed.
"Well," Tooth began sadly, "Now Jack's in a happy place with Sandy." She sobbed.
They all pictured Jack smiling with Sandy. It was still sad.
"I'll carry him home." North said with despair and bent down to scoop up Jack's limp form.
That's when a gold tendril came out of Jack's chest wound and spiraled around him
Everyone gasped as their jaws dropped.
The golden tendril made of golden sand twisted and spiraled around Jack's body as more light leaked from his wound.
But all at once, it stopped.
Everyone, still in shock, leaned over Jack and looked at him with concern and curiosity.
His wound was gone.
The wind started to pick up and frost started to spread over Jack's staff which was in his hand.
Could this really mean?...
That's it! Yup! Cliffhanger in yo faces! Ha ha! I am a genius! OMG I wasn't gonna do it, but I did! Ha! I can see your faces! Woo! Anyways, keep me alive for the next chapter and I shall continue next thing! Thank you all for reading as this story is almost to an end! Please make sure to leave a review and check out my other stories!:) Thanks! Happy Holidays! Peace!
-SkatingDJ
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P.P.S. I'm joking!
P.P.P.S. I couldn't leave you on that!
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Jack's eyes shot open as he began to breath. Everyone screamed and hugged him.
"Guys! Can't breath!" Jack screeched as everyone backed away.
"Mate, never do that again." Bunny said and rustled Jack's hair.
"Aw, you do care." Jack teased.
The Guardians hugged him one last time as Tooth blurted out, "How? Why?" She shed tears of joy.
Jack warmly smiled. "I'll tell you later."
"Jack!"
Jack was immediately hugged none other but Jamie.
"Hey Jamie!" Jack said and returned the embrace. He too almost shed tears of joy. He was glad he returned. He would miss everyone too much.
Jamie was about to blurt out what was going on in his mind but Jack held up a finger.
"Hold that thought, buddy. I got someone's butt to kick." Jack winked and approached the man who was lying almost dead on the ground. Ouch. Jack had to admit.
While Jack was revived, nobody noticed Pitch's smile with relief.
"Go ahead- end me." Pitch said, but not with his usual sneer.
"No Pitch." Jack stated, causing raised eyebrows. Even Pitch was shocked.
"Never return." Jack stated darkly.
Pitch smirked. Even though he was glad the spirit was alive, didn't mean he necessarily liked the boy. He was still the Boogeyman, arch nemesis of the Guardians. "But you know I will come back. Because where there is fear, there will always be Pitch Black." Pitch sneered as he stumbled upwards, the pain now smacking him in the face.
"So what?" Jack said and rolled his eyes. "As long as we are here, we will always be able to fight fear."
"Well then..." Pitch started as he noticed nightmares approaching the scene. "What are they doing here?" He said, gesturing to the nightmares.
Truth was, Pitch was glad Jack was alive. But he did not like Jack the least bit. He would not wish the death upon any child, period. But Pitch did not like Jack Frost. With Jack Frost, the new Guardian, he would have more trouble spreading fear. This was going to be a challenge. Pitch was starting to fear the fact that he wouldn't be seen or feared. He was still the Boogeyman after all.
"Guys?" Jack snickered to his friends as they laughed back and raised their hands.
They weren't afraid and neither was Jack.
"I think it's your fear they smell..."
With that, the nightmares galloped towards Pitch and hoisted him into the air, plunging him into his dwelling. Jack swished his staff as snow followed the creatures to the forest to give a dramatic effect before Pitch vanished and snow began to fall from the sky.
Jack had to admit, it seemed like Pitch threw in the fight, but he would ask later.
Jack's family walked up to him along with the kids.
"Let us go home." North said. Many plans and explanations were to be shared.
Jack smiled, "Okay."
Alright guys, HERE is the real ending! Anyways... thank you all for reading as this story is almost to an end! Please make sure to leave a review and check out my other stories!:) Thanks! Happy Holidays! Peace!
-SkatingDJ