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Jack
Jack smiled. The humans are baffled, dying every second. "Help! Please!" The voice floated up. He flew towards the voice. It was a young boy, about 17. A strange feeling possessed him, and for an instant, the blizzards stopped. He concentrated, and a white glow covered the dead boy. The glow pulsed blue for a moment. A single snowflake remained, and the blizzards began again. He flew towards North's Workshop, the Guardians couldn't hide forever.
Guardians
The Guardians were unable to search anymore. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they were thin. They wanted to keep searching but they reluctantly rested and ate. "Ready to keep searching?" Bunny asked. The Guardians nodded, but Phil came in just then. He grunted to North, who became quiet and solemn. A question mark appeared over Sandy's head. North simply led them to the Workshop's only TV, it was there for the elves, so that they wouldn't disrupt the Yeti's work. It didn't seem to make much of a difference. On the TV a weatherman was talking about fierce blizzards raging all over the world, killing at a unprecedented rate. "It is killing hundreds of people every minute." One of the Yetis turned off the TV. It was deathly silent. A cold voice spoke behind them.
Jack's POV
"You are the famous "Guardians" I have heard so much about I presume?" The Guardians are surprised. They seem unsure of what to do, to attack or not. Idiots. "Jack, don't you know who we are, what we've done?" The bird asks, must be Tooth, the tooth fairy. "Of course, I have never met you in my life." I say. They seem surprised. "Ready to die?" I say, bored. They are weaker than Pitch! Hopefully with so many I can al least get a good warm up in. I attack without warning, sending ice daggers at them. They dodge, except for North. That's what you get for eating too many cookies. I think. I continue to throw the daggers. Then I attack as well, and they can't dodge, not when I increase the number of daggers and attack as well. They seem to realize they can't dodge and go on the offense. I smile maliciously, and laugh insanely. I stop attacking and let their attacks hit. They seem triumphant, as well as concerned for me. They think THAT hurt? I laugh insanely again, and they seem confused. "You are pathetic, you can't even hurt me." I say. They are stunned, probably wondering why I'm not hurt, and why I'm laughing about it. I smile coldly again. They are scratched and bruised, and exhausted, while I'm barely breaking a sweat. Then Pitch interrupts, and I'm furious.
Pitch's POV
How? How could Jack be so strong? Even when I captured him, he wasn't nearly this strong. I have to attack now, when he is at least not completely rested and uninjured, though the Guardians barely scratched him. So I attack with my shadow scythe, and it hits. I can hear the Guardians gasp. They thought we were on the same side. Jack looks angry, and I gulp. For the first time memories resurface, memories that were previously locked. I used to be a hero, and, foolishly, I agreed to guard the fearlings for an eternity. I had a daughter! But the fearlings tricked me, and they rushed into me. For the first time, I'm myself again. Jack has recovered from his surprise, and is ready to attack. I attack with my scythe, yet it is golden now. I glance at Sandy, the only one, apart from MiM that remembers when I was a hero. He nods. I fight on with renewed vigor.
Guardians
The Guardians watched in awe as Pitch fought. He seemed like a hero. Sandy remembered when Pitch had been a hero. He had always hoped this would happen, but he hadn't thought this would actually happen. But they all gasped in horror and shock.
Cliffhanger! If you want to, the books (Guardians of Childhood) have more on the subject of Pitch actually being a hero. No, I did not think of the amazing and wonderful idea of Pitch actually being a hero.
