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Jack looked at the remaining nightmares that surrounded him as they backed away slightly, tripping over their own feet in haste to get away.

"You lot fought like idiots…" The spirit addressed to them, swinging his sword in his hand. Around him, piles of frosted black sand shifted in the bitter wind that seemed to surround Jack like a cocoon, and the snow that once fell lazily from the sky was now twisted in a blizzard that made the spirit's hair rise and frost over, along with the long coat he wore. His eyes were glowing a bright blue and he had a small smile on his face that winners get when they know they're going to win.

In short, Jack Frost looked terrifying.

Maybe it was the fact that the spirit was tired of fighting at this point, or that the feather that now was pierced into his ear was a constant reminder of who he was doing this for.

But probably, it was because he knew exactly who Pitch held prisoner in here.

How?

Because, half-concealed in the snow, there was a single, blue Easter egg lying in front of the colossal sculpture. And it made Jack's blood boil seeing it there, as if it was a trophy, or a warning.

Whatever it was, it was the reason why Jack decided to slay all the nightmares without mercy, imagining that each and every one of them was Pitch Black himself.

"Where are you going?!" He yelled at the remaining nightmares which were staring at him. One of them had tried to scuttle away to warn their master, but it was too slow. The spirit quickly changed his sword into a bow and shot the horse down a few metres from the entrance.

"Come on, aren't you gonna fight?" Jack asked, landing lightly on his toes. The nightmares surged forward together, falling for the jibe, screeching in rage. Jack let himself smile briefly, then switched his bow into the scythe. He hadn't seen what its potential was yet, and was looking forward to finding out.

Quickly, the spirit jumped into the air, using the wind as support, and sliced the last nightmares in one swing. The horses froze for a few seconds, then burst into piles of dark sand that were coated in frost.

"Nice…" Jack muttered, lowering himself to the ground again. He swung the scythe in his hand for a few seconds before realising what his task was.

The spirit walked over to the entrance cautiously, holding his weapon out in front of him, and pulled his hood up so it shadowed his face completely apart from his eyes, which stood out against the darkness.

And I'm taking this with me, thanks… Jack thought, picking up the egg that had begun the violent fight. I'm returning it to its owner.

—

"Come on, what's wrong with a visit every now and then, hmm?"

The Nightmare King stared at the Easter Bunny, chained to the wall with new, spiked chains that dug into the prisoner's wrists. It had been extremely satisfying, in Pitch's opinion, to test them on the guardian in front of him, and smile every time he heard a hiss of pain, or grin each time his entire body flinched. It was annoying, however, at the fact that the rabbit hadn't cried out. Oh well. He would just dig them in harder on the next guardian he was due to visit. Probably the Christmas one.

Pitch had decided to go to his hideout in Antarctica first, as he felt the Easter Bunny would be the biggest threat. But he needn't have worried. The guardian was still chained to the wall, glaring daggers. No change. Still, he decided to change the chain design…for the fun of it.

"Why the sudden change, ya Scumbag?" The Easter Bunny asked in a low growl. The chains were paining him, and as Pitch watched a dribble of blood slide off the wall and to the floor, he grinned in glee.

"I'm sorry, but could you repeat that? You see, I can't tell what you are saying because of that stupid accent you have…" Pitch answered, staring at the rabbit again. "Now, don't give me that look!" He said as the guardian sent him a loon that could kill. "I simply couldn't tell! Oh well…you'll have to wait an extra seventy years before you ask again…I'm bored of the subject…" Pitch felt the glare follow him as he paced around the room, secretly scanning for any way this rabbit could get out of the cell. But there was none.

See…nothing to worry about…

That fairy was just a fluke.

"Like hell ya are." The Easter Bunny replied rudely. Pitch rolled his eyes, irritated at the fact he was shoved out of his train of thought.

"Please be quiet. Just for a few seconds more." The Nightmare King snapped, but If was too late. He lost his thought chain. The rabbit wasn't making it any better.

"Like I'm gonna listen to ya, ya murderer!" The guardian yelled, thrashing his feet angrily.

I really need to get chains for those legs…

"Murderer, am I?" Pitch asked, relishing the fear coming off the rabbit. "How am I a murderer?"

—

Jack wasn't surprised at the fact that there seemed to be no nightmares. He had beaten them all in the fight. Stupid thing to do, really, all rushing out at once into a battle.

The spirit hummed quietly to himself as he strolled down tunnel that slopes deeper into the maze. Luckily, this one wasn't as dark as the last one- in fact, it was brightly lit, making his life easier.

"Come on…where is it?" Jack muttered. The tunnel seemed to be going on forever, and sloping more downwards as it did so. Also, it was getting progressively smaller the further he walked to the point that he had to stoop to fit inside without crawling.

"Where are you, Kangaroo?" The spirit whispered, changing his scythe back to his daggers so it would be easier to move. "Where's he hiding you?"

—

Bunny had hated lots of people in his long life. Some even to the extent of loathing. But he had never hated anyone more that Pitch Black, especially now.

He was grinning, staring into his eyes, knowing exactly why he had been called a murderer, but he wanted to torture Bunny first. And Bunny hated him for it.

The guardian of hope hadn't been expecting this lovely visit today, or ever. Once Pitch had successfully captured him and put him in his cell, he had left him alone to think about everything that had happened.

And what did he think of?

Jack Frost.

He had hoped that he was still alive for the first ten years, expecting the spirit to walk in any second, grinning lazily. But as a decade turned into two, his hope began to fade of the spirit's return.

The last time he had seen Jack Frost was when he and the remaining guardians had lowered him into the ice as nightmares reigned overhead.

Even then, the spirit still hadn't woken, despite all of their desperate begs and pleas.

The last time he saw him awake…he didn't want to think about it.

He then assumed, after sixty years, Pitch had killed Jack, or Jack had simply stopped breathing. In both of these scenarios Pitch was to blame. Pitch was a murderer.

And he knows it, Bunny yelled in his head, he knows and doesn't care.

"You were so chatty a minute ago…I can't wait all day…" The Nightmare King said, staring up at him. Bunny growled and was about to respond when he saw something behind the Boogeyman that puzzled him.

Two blue spots seemed to be looking straight at him, unmoving.

Not spots…eyes.

And then they were gone as quick as they came.

But there was no one else in the room, he was sure of it. No new scents had alerted him and he couldn't hear anything, but even a heartbeat, so how…

"You really are as dumb as you look." Pitch said, pulling him back to reality. The Pooka looked around as saw that the Nightmare King was shrinking into the shadows, smiling cruelly.

And he then heard something.

It was small- tiny, in fact- that he had to strain his ears to hear, but it was a small rustle that seemed to come from the wall close to him. He looked around, but saw nothing.

And then he did.

The blue eyes were back, staring at him unflinching. Then they were gone once more.

"I guess I'll see you in another…seventy years, would you say?" Pitch, again, made him loose his focus. He growled, not looking at him.

"Don't be so rude!" The Boogeyman's reply was followed by a cold laugh that echoed around the small cell. Bunny wasn't aware that he had left until the laughter had stopped and the cell seemed to grow lighter.

Who, or what, was that?!" Bunny's mind quickly flipped back to the intruder that he saw before; he strained his ears again, searching for anything to prove it wasn't his imagination.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

A rustle.

It was even quieter than the last, but he knew that he was not imagining anything.

Another rustle sounded, and then a small slap of someone's feet against a rock. These were still extremely quiet.

Nothing, nothing…

Another rustle.

Right behind him.

It must be hiding in the rock crevices…that had to be behind me...

"Who are ya?!" Bunny yelled as menacingly as he could. No answer. "I know ya here!"

Nothing, nothing, nothing…

"Is he gone?"

The whisper was soft against his ear; any softer then he wouldn't have heard it at all.

"Who are ya?" Bunny muttered back, snarling slightly.

"Is he gone?!" The intruder repeated, slightly louder. Bunny could only presume that it meant Pitch.

"Yeah…why?" The Pooka replied. Suddenly, he felt a slight rush of wind behind him and a loud slap of feet hitting the ground. In front of him, a hooded figure had appeared, face concealed by shadows.

"Who are ya?" Bunny asked for what seemed like the hundredth time, but the stranger didn't listen. Instead, it seemed to be staring at the cuffs around his wrists.

"Hang on a sec…" the voice was definitely male, and reminded him of someone…but he couldn't think who. The intruder then brought out two daggers from underneath his cloak that shone oddly in the half-light.

"Who are ya?!" Bunny demanded again.

"Your saviour." The stranger answered, and Bunny could feel the smile coming off him.

Why is that voice so familiar?! It was really irritating him.

The intruder suddenly sprang upwards with unnatural grace and sliced one of his cuffs in half. The remains scattered onto the floor with a satisfying clunk.

He did the same with the other in the same way, and the Pooka was finally free.

"Thanks…" Bunny said, rubbing his wrists, wincing. He looked over at the stranger, who was watching him with his huge blue eyes. "Anyway…who the bloody hell are you?!" He practicality shouted at him.

"What? You don't recognise me?" The intruder answered, laughing.

That laugh…it can't be…

The stranger pulled down his hood, revealing locks of white hair and a large grin plastered on his face.

"Hey, Kangaroo." Jack Frost said, grinning widely.

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