First, sorry guys this took so long! :( But the thing is that I've been super busy moving out and all that stuff. Plus, there was my sister's wedding and there's a problem with the Internet connection and I've without wi-fi for 2 weeks (and still counting :/ )

Also, please don't blame me if you find medical mistakes or I didn't use the right words cause I know almost nothing about that plus, I'm writing this fic in another language (yeah, my first language is Spanish) soo bear with me. Ok here you go!

AUTHORS NOTE: here's a little summary:

Pitch is ready to rise again. But he knows he first needs to deal with Jack Frost in order for his plan to work. Now he is going to pay him a visit

Jamie is 16 years old. He meets up with Jack on the forest and have a snowball fight. When Jamie was about to leave he think he sees a black sand cloud approaching. Jack tells Jamie to go home, he'll take care of it.

Jack fights with pitch, but he got tired and didn't notice Pitch behind him. He stabbed Jack on his left side. He looses consciousness and Pitch leaves him for dead taking the knife and Jack's staff.


Chapter 4

Jamie was in shock. He was told by Jack to go back home but he decided to hide and just make sure that his friend was really going to be okay. Guessed it wont.

He saw the whole thing. How Pitch appeared. How they fought. He flinched every time Jack hot hit. He also saw how Pitch got behind Jack… He wanted to warn him, to scream! But he was way too far. Jack couldn't have heard him.

The only thing he could do was just hide and watch. Watched in horror as Jack was suddenly stabbed and then fall to the ground and then he didn't wake up. Come on Jack! Please, wake up… But he just stayed there. Unmoving.

Just before Pitch left, he saw the knife he held in his hand but the strange thing was it was glowing… Last time I remembered, knifes don't glow…

He was pulled from his thoughts when a black scythe appeared on Pitch's hand. His eyes widened in horror expecting the worst. He was just going to kill Jack in front of his very eyes. He couldn't watch his. He turned around, expecting a scream or a sound or anything but nothing came. He cracked open one eye and was surprised to see Pitch just leaving letting a sigh escape his lips.

As soon as Pitch was out of sight, Jamie ran from his hiding spot towards the fallen guardian. As he was approaching him, there was one though that crossed his mind: death. Jamie shook his head. Don't be stupid, he cant be dead… he cant be dead.. He just can't leave without a fight… Jamie knelt beside his best friend and just thought of what he could do. First, let's see if he has a pulse. He'd never tried this before but there's a first time for everything… right? He was just hoping that it wouldn't be under these circumstances.

He placed his fingers on his throat begging to find a pulse. When his finger made contact with his skin he could feel it was different in some kind of way. It was it's usually cold skin but a little warmer. He decided to check that later.

Going back to the pulse, he was so nervous at first that he couldn't feel anything. Come on, come on. Just relax. He let out a long sigh and tried again. Just then he felt something. Great! He's alive! But still, it's starting to faint. What do I do?

He remembered that on those detective shows he loved watching, he remembered that they said that if there was a stab-wound they should leave the knife inside the wound. That was to prevent the "victim" from bleeding out. Just great … Pitch has already taken the knife with him!

Then and idea struck him. He thought of taking his jacket off and to try tying it around the wound as to keep as much pressure as possible. As well as preventing more blood loss. When he was taking his jacket off, he noticed the pool of blood. Oh no… he's loosing blood too fast! He then put his jacket around his thin body and made a tight knot. Now that would take care of the blood, at least for now. But was he going to do? He could get help! But again, no one could see him. They would think he was crazy. Still, he decided to carry Jack. At least to his house.

He placed one arm behind his neck and with his other arm he grabbed his legs and tried lifting him. Jamie thought it was going to be more difficult to carry him, but he realized Jack was actually very light.

He has now jogging towards his house. He didn't have time to lose. Every once in a while he would glance at Jack to see how he was doing. He noticed he wasn't any better.

Before he could get to his house, a man noticed him and quickly went to his side.

"Is he hurt?" The man asked.

"Wha – what?"

"The kid, the one you are carrying, is he hurt?"

Jamie was at a loss of words. What had just happened? Could a man like that, an adult, still believe in Jack Frost? It didn't seem possible.

The man saw his blank expression and just looked at Jack. He saw the jacket around his body and saw a dark red stain. The man immediately knew it was blood. He took out his cell phone and dialed one number.

Jamie didn't notice this until he heard the man was speaking on the phone.

"Hello? 911? Yes, there's a kid here that's bleeding. No, I don't know what happened but he is unconscious and he is very pale."

As soon as the man ended his call, he gazed at Jamie who was still quite shocked.

"Kid, you know what happened to him?" The man asked, intrigued by the situation.

Jamie though on what to answer. In fact, yes, I know what happened. Pitch, also known as the boogeyman, stabbed him and now he is dying. That was the truth but there was no way this man would believe him so he decided to lie only this time.

"Uh.. I um. I don't know. I just found him on the ground. I think he was stabbed, but I'm not sure. I put my jacket around him to stop the bleeding as much as possible."

"Stabbed? That seems so unlikely. I mean, this is the first time I see something like this in this town. And you were really smart kid. With the jacket thing. Good thing you were around when that happened. If you'd have found him just some minutes later, I think he would've died."

Just as he finished the sentence, the ambulance's siren could be heard. It was approaching, and fast. A few seconds later, the ambulance was already by their side. The doors opened at the back and two paramedics stepped outside with a stretcher and went directly to Jack.

"Okay, it's worse than I thought" One of the paramedics said to his partner.

"We can't treat him here, we need to take him to the hospital right now" the other paramedic looked over at Jamie and nodded. Jamie understood the sign. He got closer to the stretcher and with the help of one of the paramedics; they placed Jack on the board.

"Could you tell me what happened?" While he said this, the other one had already placed an oxygen mask around Jack's mouth and nose. The one talking to Jamie had both his hands on Jack's wound, keeping pressure on the wound. That's when he noticed something weird on his hair. It seemed like it was being dyed. It was getting darker from the roots. He squinted his eyes and noticed that it was spreading. Oh no. What if it was some kind of black sand or darkness spreading inside of him? What would that mean? He was pulled out of his thoughts when the paramedic repeated his question. Jamie looked at him and answered.

"Um I'm not sure. I found him on the floor, near the lake, and I think he was stabbed. I know that he'd lost a lot of blood and he was unconscious the whole time."

"Ok, thank you for your help. We'll take him to the hospital know so they can treat him there. We don't have much equipment here. You can meet us there because there's no enough space for you to come with us."

As the paramedic said this, the ambulance's doors closed and it took off. Jamie was still taking all this in. It had never happened to him that one of his closest friends was in the point of loosing their lives. And there was also something very odd. Why could they see Jack? They were all full grown adults. It just didn't make any sense.

Jamie was pulled out of his thoughts as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and saw the man that walked to him before. If it wasn't for him, he thought, Jack would've been a lot worse.

"Hey, I hope your friend recovers"

"Huh? Oh, thank you, and thanks for calling the ambulance" Jamie smiled while looking at the young man.

"No problem kid"

And with that said, he just kept going on his way. Now Jamie realized that he was very close to his house. He decided he would go first and change and then go to the hospital. It was then he noticed he was shivering so he decided to hurry up. The faster he got to his house, the sooner he could head out to the hospital.

Once on his house, he went upstairs to his room and got himself a new shirt and jacket. It was then when he noticed that his shirt had a stain. A very dark stain. He realized it was Jack's own blood.

He just hoped that he was doing okay in the hospital.


Ok here you go, not the best chapter but it's something. Also I've noticed this is my first fic I've plubished so I'm pretty happy about it ^^

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