{Here's chapter 3! I got it done a lot faster then I thought I was going to. The story is starting to pick up the pace a bit too. The next chapter will probably take a bit longer to write, I have to figure out exactly how to write out what happens with Jack and Pitch vs North and the other Guardians. Also, I'm changing the rating to T because I feel I need to with what I have planned for up coming chapters.

Thanks again for reading! }

Chapter 3: Plans Revealed

Over the course of the next few weeks, Pitch would check in on Jack to see how his winter was coming along. Sometimes he would mention how great it was to have so many kids having nightmares at the same time. Once, Pitch even mentioned that converting dream sand was child's play, with how easy it was for him to do. These were the only few things Jack found out what he had been doing this whole time. That was one of the things about Pitch that infuriated him. While Pitch was out there bringing fear to children and gaining a few believers here and there, Jack was stuck making storms and not knowing what he was truly supposed to be doing. Any time Jack would ask for more details or suggested something to make the plan better, Pitch would brush off his remarks and only say, "You don't have to worry about that. Everything will fall in place in the end." After that, he would turn and disappear back into the shadows leaving Jack even more pissed off then the last time.

Just thinking about the other spirit ruined Jack's mood. He couldn't stand the way Pitch talked, how he just smiled and ignored him, and how he treated Jack as just an accessory to "their" plan. As Jack traveled across northern Germany, his sour mood and thoughts of Pitch turned the snow flurry he was making into a blizzard. Clenching his staff in anger, he swung it to give the brewing blizzard some more wind to help it along. Maybe watching the people below scramble around would brighten his mood a bit. However, he was unsatisfied by their usual surprised and frightened reactions. Is it possible that he's been trying to get believers the wrong way? "No." thought Jack to himself, nothing else has worked in the past 300 years since he became a winter spirit. If being "himself" didn't work like some of the other spirits suggested, then it was time to try to be something more than just Jack Frost. With that, he added thicker snowflakes to the mix, lowering the temperature some more, and smiled at the thought of the temporary chaos that would ensue because of this storm.

The week of Christmas was finally here and Pitch summoned Jack for a meeting to go over exactly what they were going to do on the night of Christmas Eve. "Oh good. My favorite place in the whole world." Jack thought sarcastically as he entered Pitch's layer again. To his surprise, the chains that were hanging from the ceiling had several cages hooked to them. However, it didn't take too much imagination to guess what they were for. Jack suspected that they would hold the Guardians captive. As he walked closer to the globe, he noticed that in addition to the golden lights there were now a few purple ones scattered here and there. Jack could only assume that these new ones were those who believed in the Boogieman. At that moment, Pitch came wafting out of the shadows.

"Jack," He spoke deviously "let's begin, shall we?"

Holding back his anger, Jack took a breath to steady his emotions and nodded once.

"As you may know, Christmas is in a few days' time. Every year North starts his deliveries in Siberia, Russia." Pitch began to explain. "That is where we'll make our move. You will conger up your fiercest snow storm yet and disrupt his view and make it harder for him to fight. At that time, while he's trying to control his sled, I will attack from behind with my nightmares. Once he's weak enough my nightmares will capture North and lock him up in one of the cages up there." Pitch pointed to the cages Jack saw when he came in, then continued. "Word of North's capture will reach the other Guardians shortly after. There is no doubt that they will show up as well. You will keep up your storm to confuse them, as you will have done with North, and then I will take each of them down one by one starting with the Sandman. They will all be out of the way and we will take over!" Pitch laughed. Jack was furious.

"Wait a minute. Are you telling me that I'm expected to just be on the sidelines while you do all the fighting?!" Jack exploded; he couldn't believe what he just heard.

"Yes." Pitch said shortly.

"That's outrageous! How am I supposed to get believers if all I ever do is make storms in the background? Have I ever been more than just a convenient blizzard that you could control?!" Jack had been thinking about this ever since the first week he joined Pitch and now it looked like it was all true.

"Don't be ridiculous, of course you play a bigger role." Pitch tried brushing Jack's explosion off. "After all, this is only the first part of the plan."

Jack was beside himself with rage that he couldn't say a word. He knew the meeting was over and that Pitch wasn't going to budge on the matter so he turned to leave. As he stormed off toward the door, Pitch reminded him with a snide remark to make some "actual storms" outside. Jack slammed the door so hard that the stain glass shattered. He flew off through the narrow cave to the entrance, the magic from his staff lighting the way. Not a minute passed before Jack came flying out from under the old bed frame in the woods. Almost immediately the sky turned dark grey and the wind picked up speed, whipping the tree branches almost to their breaking point. Not caring which direction he went, as long as it was away from Pitch, he flew as fast as he could spreading the storm as he went.