HI GUYS! Thank you so much to everyone who review, followed, favourited or just read the last chapter. Sorry it's been so long but I've been busy with school and trips and stuff. I'm kind of going with the idea that the other guardians don't know how Jack became Jack Frost or that he was alone for 300 years (I know in the movie it doesn't really specify that Jack didn't have any friends who were also immortals but I'm going with that idea). Anyway, here you go!
He had to get away, he had to get out. It didn't matter where, anywhere but here. He couldn't bear their shocked questioning stares as they recovered from the disorientating affects of the vision. He attempted to stand, to get away from the people who were now his friends. There were parts of his life he had wanted to keep secret, to leave in the past and forget but now they had been revealed against his will. He wobbled on his now weak legs and fell back to the floor. He looked to the window and felt hate fill him when he saw the moon. The moon who had brought him into this world and then left him to fend for himself, the moon who refused to answer his questions, filling the cold nights with more silence, the worse kind of silence in which you know there is someone who could help, could answer but chooses not to for no apparent reason. The Moon that had now finally decided to talk to him when he no longer needed him to, and then, only to hurt him more. Using his staff for support he got to his feet, stumbled towards the still locked window and, fuelled by his anger, blew the hinges off with a blast of ice. North tried to reach for him, to get him to wait but Jack was already gone.
They found him sitting on his lake. He was tapping the ice with his staff, waiting before the hollow sound was just about to fade to nothing before tapping it again. And that was when they realised, Jack was always making some noise, always moving his feet or tapping with his staff. What they had all assumed was just an annoying habit caused by the youth having a lot of energy was in fact a way for him to never have to face the silence. They still didn't know why he was so terrified of the quiet though. They slowly approached the teen but stopped before they reached the ice, the feeling of drowning in the cold water still too fresh in their minds.
"Jack?" Tooth called hesitantly. The boy did move, he just continued to tap the ice with his staff, making a dull, hollow noise. They all wanted to comfort the boy, to give him a hug and not let go until they understood what they had seen, but they were still wary of the frozen surface. Finally, Tooth plucked up the courage and fluttered over to Jack, kneeling gently beside him. She wrapped one arm around the boy's shoulders. They stayed like that for a few minutes until Jack spoke up from under his hood,
"It was in my memories." He whispered.
The other guardians came slowly onto the ice and sat in front of the boy. Jack took a deep shuddery breath,
"That's how I became who I am," he said, still not lifting his head, "The girl was my sister," and finally looking up, he gave them a tired but proud smile, "I saved her." He said it as though he still could not quite believe it himself. Tooth held him closer,
"But you died." She finished. There was silence for a minute, except for the tapping of Jacks staff, before Bunny spoke up,
"But what about the rest of it, what about the-the…silence."
Suddenly the clearing was filled with evil laughter. Bunny and North jumped up, pulling out there respective weapons while Sandy formed his sand whips. Shadows from the surrounding forest came together to create the Boogeyman himself.
"Oh well this is just excellent!" He exclaimed, clasping his hands together, "So much fear, all of you, especially you Jack, so delicious. Your so scared of what they will think, three hundred years of being alone can certainly mess with a persons head, can't it Jack?"
Jack looked up and met Pitch's stare with eyes full of cold hatred, "Go away Pitch." He growled.
"Oh I would, but your fear is just too addictive, just like your sisters was all those years ago when you fell through the ice."
Jack eyes widened and then narrowed to slits.
"Oh yes I was there Jack, when you died, while your sister cried, alone on this very lake, I believe, I never knew one so young could be so scared and guilty."
Jack stood up slowly before lifting his head,
"You son of a bitch." He spat before sending a huge wave of ice at Pitch. Pitch, too caught up in his bragging, couldn't get out of the way fast enough and was hit. He fell to the floor and lay there, stunned. Jack stalked over and whispered harshly into Pitch's ears,
"If you ever even mutter a word about my sister ever again, I'll make sure you wish you were dead." He turned away without another word.
"Oh and to answer you question Bunnymund," Pitch sneered, "three hundred years is a long time to go with only yourself to talk to." The shadows gathered once more around Pitch but before he could disappear a bright ray of moonlight illuminated the clearing, driving the shadows away and keeping Pitch in place.
Oh I almost forgot, it's your turn Pitch.
Jack almost smiled at Manny's mocking tone, maybe the guy could be some fun after all. Pitch had a horrified look on his face as they were pulled into the vision.
They found themselves in a dark shadowy corridor; the walls and floor seemed crooked, giving a nightmarish look to the hallway. It took the guardians a second to realise that Pitch couldn't see them and that they were just watching him in his fear. Pitch looked around wildly, backing himself into a wall as he tried to slow his breathing and control his fear. A scared wavering voice called from down the hallway,
Daddy? I'm scared, please come back daddy.
Pitch seemed almost in a trance as he followed the voice down the corridor to a single door. On the grey shadowy wood of the door there was what appeared to be a child's name depicted in colourful letters but in a different language, and not one that any of the guardians recognised. With a trembling hand Pitch reached for the handle. Just before his hand came into contact with it the door swung open on creaking hinges to reveal the room inside. It appeared to be child's room, there were no windows or lights but the room was illuminated with an ominous glow. There was a cast iron bed, a toy box and a dolls house. The room would have been brightly coloured had the shadows creeping out from the walls and under the bed, not dulled and greyed the edges of the objects. Sitting on the bed was a small child, a girl, clutching a worn teddy to her chest. The shadows were pressing around her and dulling her clothes and skin, she looked oddly like Pitch with the same, but less exaggerated, features, her eyes where a lovely green, blue and the only bright things in the room, but even they were clouded with fear. When Pitch entered the room she clutched her teddy closer and brought her knees to her chin, she started to cry softly. Pitch took a step closer obviously wanting to comfort the girl, but as he did she screwed her eyes shut.
No don't! I want my daddy; I just want my daddy back. Please. She whispered softly as if praying. The guardians were suddenly pulled out of the vision as if Manny wanted to give Pitch some privacy. Pitch looked at the child and a single tear fell from his eye before he whispered in a broken voice.
I'm so sorry.
Pitch disappeared before the guardians could say anything, leaving them to wonder over what they had seen.
Okay so this probably isn't the last chapter, mainly because of the terrible ending! I mentioned Huddybuddy's idea in the last chapter and I wrote it! Yay me! Thank you for sharing your idea! I hope I did it justice. In the first chapter I kind of mentioned doing more of these e.g. their happiest memories, please comment on whether you would like me to write those, they will probably just be in this story but set at a later date. If you haven't read William Joyce's 'Guardians of Childhood' you probrably won't know who the girl in Pitch's fear is but it will be in the next chapter. Please review and favourite and follow! Bye guys! :D