Rotg fanfic- Taken Over By Darkness- Chapter 6
All light in the world suddenly dimmed, as the dark sand took effect. It was like poison, slowly corrupting his system. The pain was indescribable, he could barely think straight, and he was scared. Not for himself, bur for the Guardians. He had failed them, yet again, and he couldn't bear the thought that they were about to die, for when Pitch was finished with him, he would surely finish off the others.
He struggled to stay airborne, swaying and dipping in the air.
Seconds later, he hit the ground, hard. The impact knocked the breath out of him. His staff clattering out of his hands, no longer strong enough to keep hold of it. Pitch's blurred figure entered the his vision, as he panted, struggling to keep himself propped up on his elbows, as yet more of his strength deserted him.
Pitch lashed out at him, destroying his attempt to stay upright. His head collided with the hard floor, sending spots dancing in front of his eyes. He could still see Pitch's dark figure looming over him, savouring his victory over the great Jack Frost.
But, beyond that, he saw an open hatch- a pale white disk, slowly, making it's way into the middle. "Manny." He whispered, in a voice so quiet, he could barely hear it himself, and then, he did the one thing he promised never to do again. He prayed to the Man in the Moon.
"Please." He pleaded. "Please save them... save the others. I don't care about myself anymore, but, they -have - to - live. They deserve to." He could see Pitch sneering above him, but he ignored him, and carried on. "Please, Manny. If anything I have ever done, has made you notice- if you have, ever, cared about me, or them-" His voice faltered, as the sand took it's toll. "Please, Manny." He begged, the words barely audible. "Save them..." His breath was getting shallower. He could hardly form his final words. "...save the Guardians..."
Apparently, Pitch knew he wasn't going to say any more, and had decided he'd gotten all the pleasure out of his death, as he could. The Boogeyman summoned his jet black scythe.
Jack closed his eyes, resigned to the worst. He heard a whistle of air- the scythe was descending.
But the impact never came. A great clang of metal jarred him awake, and he saw twin scythes, blocking the path of the dark blade.
They pushed back Pitch, and a familiar war cry reached Jack's ears, as North launched a furious volley of sword swipes at the Nightmare King.
It could have been the sand making him hallucinate, but Jack was fairly certain, North was glowing- a faint nimbus of pale, white light surrounding him as he fought.
Just when it looked like North would be in trouble, a green- also glowing- blur, shot in from the right. A scream of fury filled the air, as Tooth slammed her fist into Pitch. Knocking him a good distance further than he did the Sandman.
The sight of his friends, alive and fighting, filled Jack with a strength he didn't even know he had. He pushed back the nausea, any pain was defied and ignored. They could do this, they would take down Pitch, together. He grasped his staff, using it to heave himself to his feet, and, with the greatest effort it ever took him, he summoned the wind to carry him. He couldn't let the others have all the fun! He flew over to where, Bunny (also surrounded by white light), was occupying Pitch. It turned out, he did know Tai Chi. Long story, short- he completely ninja-bunnyed out on Pitch, who also had blasts of ice to contend with. Jack was firing them, not quite so strongly as before, at him- and not once did he hit the rabbit. Each one cost him dearly, but he kept throwing them at the Nightmare King, each one slowly getting weaker and slower.
He was quite enjoying himself, even with the pain- and exhaustion, and dizziness, and did he mention the pain? Well, he was in his last moments anyway, he might as well spend them with a smile on his face. Then he noticed Sandy- his golden glow now a gentle white- waving to get his attention, over on the other side of the room. Jack got the message, and, panting with exhaustion, grasped his staff like he was hitting a home run. A swinging motion, and a colossal effort, sent a gust of wind Pitch's way, carrying him straight towards the waiting Sandman.
He caught Pitch, in his whip, before he landed, and turned his straight, unplanned flight, into a spin, Round and round, Pitch flew, until Jack was getting dizzy himself, or was that just the nausea returning. Sandy finally let go, and Pitch sailed out the open hatch. Jack guessed he probably landed somewhere in the middle of the pacific ocean. The Guardians relaxed. He was gone.
Jack was still hovering in midair, staring at the Guardians that were glowing, softly ,with moonlight.
"He answered." He realised, sounding amazed, relieved and thoroughly shocked.
A sudden pain flashed through him, and he faltered, in the air, clutching his chest. the poison had reached his heart. He started falling.
A content smile appeared on his face, as he slowly faded away.
"He answered..." He whispered, once more, as the darkness took him.