Nightmares aren't my style

Jack was asleep at the bottom of the ice where Pitch had thrown him. He held Baby Tooth in his hands embracing the cold around him. His head was heavy with thoughts; who had he become? Surly there was no more room left in his heart for play times and laughter. No, Jack wanted something more than to be believed in, and he sure wouldn't let those pitiful nightmares take it before he did. He thought of what he really wanted but it gave him a headache with Pitch always popping into him head.

Jack's emotions were dull and solid. So this is what being a bad guy was like? Probably not… Jack felt heavy and exhausted; nothing could truly make him happy or truly make him angry. He didn't care, as long as he could have his way form now on.

Jack leaned over feeling emptiness in his gut; he picked up the broken staff. Suddenly his hands began to burn; the skin froze to the staff and his feet stuck to the ice. Oh god what was happening? Panic burst through and Jack quickly flew to the skies dropping the staff behind. The burning didn't stop in his hands or feet but it eased as he walked the wind. He quickly ripped off some material from his undershirt and wrapped his hands gently with the fabric. The ice fire stopped and the feeling of power escaped. Oh all the things he could do with such power! He grinned and flew down to retrieve the staff. Jack carefully placed a hand on the hooked part –that is ironically shaped like a G for Guardian (bet you didn't know that!) -and picked it up. The material did not allow Jack to form ice where he pleased. He figured he could only freeze things at the cost of his pain; it didn't really matter to him though.

He picked Baby Tooth up and tied a string around her frozen neck then tied the other end on his staff so it hung slightly off the tip. As he did this the memory box fell out of Jack's sweater making a clanking sound as it hit ice. Frost bent down unravelling his right hand. Cold fingers grazed effortlessly across the box lid. Before it opened he quickly froze it shut surrounding it in a thin layer of ice.

"You can't save me now…" His eyes flickered back turning bright blue. "Wait," He grabbed the box but the ice wouldn't break. "No, I don't want to be like this!"

An internal battle begin inside of Jack. Pitch's nightmares were starting to weaken and Jack's playful center fought on. It was a horrible sensation that was going on. His head spun; the good wanted out and the Darkness wanted in. Nightmares surrounded Jack as they were pushed away. Jack had won… almost. Pitch's nightmares ran away from something greater and Jack's center of kindness vanished completely.

"What's the matter Jackie?"

Jack turned around no expression on his face.

"You've scared my nightmares away…?" Pitch sounded almost frightened but he kept it down. "Jack Frost?"

Jack laughed a bit gathering to his feet. "I've made my mind up."

"You're not going to the Guardians are you? So much work and noise!" Pitch laughed walking closer.

"No." Jack laughed sarcastically.

"Ah, so you want to join me and my nightmares?" He smiled.

Jack just laughed leaning forward. "Are you kidding me?"

"Then what's it going to be?" Pitch was angry. "My nightmares are stronger than you! So join me and we can rule this world!" He opened is arms.

"You're quite the talker, Pitch." Jack walked around him.

Pitch followed with his eyes, starting to become cautious.

"Don't believe me?" Pitch narrowed his eyes at Jack who stood before him. "I've already ruined Easter, the Tooth Fairy, and next will be all the other useless holidays!"

"Yeah, but those were just your nightmares, nothing special." Jack crossed his arms.

Pitch looked at Jack's feet then up to his smirking face. Pitch was almost in disbelief; surly the nightmares took over Jack and turned him dark… but what was his smart-ass deal?

"My nightmares are your path to being believed in!"

"Nightmares aren't my style."

Pitch was taken aback at Jack's retort. Abruptly Jack came at him with his broken staff. Pitch didn't have time to stop Jack with the sand and it was too late to try. Pitch couldn't breathe and everything hurt in a numbing way. Jack had pierced Pitch in the stomach with his broken staff.

"They'll never believe in you…"

Pitch spoke before the ice consumed his vocal cords and lungs. Jack's hand burned with ice and he quickly wrapped it up again. Pitch was frozen and probably dead now. He was a giant glass of nightmare sand and fears.

"They'll believe in me, and they'll all bow to me; Jack Frost!"