So I think I'm the last to learn this, but Rise of the Guardians is based off a series of novels by William Joyce. They seem kiddish but I really want to read them now. I never read them as a child, but I wish I did. Anyway, thanks for reading guys, here's an update just for uuuuuu!

Jack allowed his feet to silently hit the window pane as he slid into Jamie's room. Inside sat Jamie and Jessica. Cupid sat in the corner, curled up with her knees up to her face staring at the floor. Thoughts, he could tell, were rampaging in her mind causing herself to become so distraught. "Cupid..." Jack said, glancing at the fallen angel. Jamie and Jessica looked up at him until their gaze, too, fell apon the spirit of Love. "What's wrong?"

Cupid lifted her stare onto Jack Frost. "I..." She began in little more than a whisper. "I was once a Guardian." After a pause of shock from the other three she continued, "But I was also Pitch's... I was his..." She couldn't seem to find the word to finish the sentence. Jack knew the answer without her saying it. With just the look on her face he knew they had been lovers. Cupid's face showed regret.

"You..." Jack said, drawing Cupid into the present. "You had been a Guardian?" A slight nod came after as bright green eyes fell back down to the floor. "Why aren't you anymore?"

"Pitch had... He controlled me. I did horrible things." Cupid's voice began to choke up as she spoke. "The reason there's things like rape," She began again. "Something so... horrible. It was all because of me." Cupid glanced up timidly at Jack's glare of shock and confusion before continuing. "I had met Pitch before I had met the Guardians. I trusted him when he said what I was doing was a good thing. He told me so many lies and I believed them all. I was so stupid." Tears egan creeping from Cupid's eyes as she spoke. Jack felt his heart sink at her torn face. "After I was recruited as a Guardian, Pitch made me do horrible things. They quickly began to regret bringing me in to help children. I was banished." Cupid began sobbing excessively. "I had been so mean to them," she said within breaths. "If I could take it all back I would."

Jack, being the Guardian of Fun, not of comfort, crouched beside the crying Cupid and held her in his arms. Cupid nuzzled her nose into Jack's hoodie, bawling. "If only... If only I could say I was sorry. I'm sorry for everything that happened. I was wrong. I was... a bad person, overcome with nightmares. I was... I was..."

"In love with the Boogieman?" A voice cooed. But this voice wasn't Cupids. Nor was it Jack's or Jamie's or Jessica's. No, rather this voice came from the Nightmare King himself.

"Pitch!" Jack yelled as Pitch Black stood in front of the window. This time, Jack didn't wait. Nor did he hold back. The white-haired boy threw himself at the man, tackling him to the ground. Pitch shielded himself from Jack's raised arm which was poised to sock the spirit in the jaw when, it never came. Jack straddled the spirit with his fist raised but couldn't strike. He was a Guardian of children and where he was a skilled fighter as well, he couldn't hit Pitch.

"What's the matter, Jack?" Pitch cooed, his evil grin digging into Jack's soul.

"What do you want, Pitch!" Jack hissed down to him. "State your purpose!" Pitch turned to merely a black shadow that slithered out from underneath of Jack. Jessica squealed at this sight and Jamie brought her over to the corner, comforting her. Pitch appeared again behind the winter spirit. From beneath his cloak he revealed a jagged boomerang.

Brandishing it in front of Jack, the Nightmare King taunted, "Recognize this, Jack?" Jack's eyes widened as he saw in front of him Bunny's boomerang. It was his favorite weapon to use against Pitch.

"What have you-" Jack began before being cut off by a chuckle from the evil entity.

Pitch knocked Jack down to the ground before creeping across the room to Cupid. Jack let out a gasp before attempting to get up. Struggling, he realized he was stuck. Pitch was using some sort of magic against him.

Pitch raised his hand to grab Cupid under her chin, stroking her neck with long, jagged fingers. "Get off of her!" Jack yelled as he turned his head to spy the crumpled Cupid staring up at the black figure with hate and disgust. "Fight him!" Jack yelled to Cupid.

Cupid reached out her left hand to form a bow. A slight chuckle came from Pitch's black lips. Amusement filled his amber eyes as he spoke with death in his voice. "Do you really think a little toy like that can fight me?" Pitch sighed as he stepped down on Cupid's wrist, causing the bow to fade away. Cupid let out a whimper of pain.

What was happening? Jack thought. She could've dodged that. Then it hit him. This wasn't Cupid. She was scared of Pitch. She couldn't fight. There was nothing but an empty shell when she was around him. Jack cringed at this. He had to get up. Taking another glance backwards, he saw Pitch's dark outline hit Cupid upside her head, knocking her out cold. he then slung her over his shoulder.

"If you want her back," Pitch let out an evil laugh at this. "Never mind. You can't have her. But you can come to take back the other Guardians. They'll be nothing but a body if you take too long though." Pitch jabbed his foot into the center of Jack's spine as he spoke, causing Jack to gasp for air. Pitch then glanced down at Jack's staff lying on the floor. As he approached it, however, Jamie came up behind the evil spirit.

Springing upon him, Jamie landed blows everywhere he could. Pitch let out a gasp as he noticed the now teenager Jamie attacking him. With one fling of his arm Pitch had Jamie fly across the room and land on his bed, unconscious. Jessica screamed and Jack Frost called out the boy's name, but to no avail. Pitch crushed the staff with his heel and Jack let out a cry of pain. His abdomen felt as though every organ split itself in half.

With a cackle, Pitch slid off one of Cupid's boots, revealing an intricate black tattoo going up her leg from her ankle and ending midway up her shin. "You see that, Frost?" Warned Pitch as he crouched to the boy in pain. "That's my mark. This girl is mine."

"Give... her back..." Jack cringed as he spoke the words. A laugh was the only response he cold get as what was previously a room filled with evil turned back into Jamie's bedroom. Words echoed in his mind, Didn't I tell you that you'd regret stopping me? Jack lifted himself from the floor and rushed to the window. Pitch was nowhere to be seen.

"What are we going to do?" Whispered Jessica from the bed that Jamie had landed on. Worry was written all over her face.

Jack clenched his fists as he glared out the window at nothing but the falling snow. "We're gonna save them." A single tear fell from his right eye. As it made a small splash on the windowsill in front of him, he hoped he could make it in time. The sun was setting. Soon, it was to be Christmas Eve.

Previously at the North Pole...

Tooth hummed happily as she worked on the toys. Everything she made she hid a quarter within, and she told her fairies to do the same. They nodded enthusiastically at this idea and quickly rushed to create the toys. While working so hard, Tooth didn't notice the ominous shadow approaching her from behind.

Her feet floated happily above the ground as her wings held her hovering in the air. A sweet tune escaped her lips. She had a beautiful voice and the yetis couldn't help but hum along. It inspired them to work faster, as well.

However, as the shadow approached closer and closer, not a single yeti payed mind to Toothiana as she was captured by the mysterious cloud of darkness. First, with her mouth being covered, then the rest of her being swallowed up by the force. The baby teeth, after slight confusion of wondering where their master went, began frantically searching the North Pole, alerting the other Guardians. But the cry for help came too late.

...

Bunnymund peacefully hopped across the room to the other side of the work bench. He was trying to help North come up with a way to fix the navigation system. Puzzlement stretched across his face as he and the Christmas spirit gazed at blueprints. Jack had said that he had a plan, but they had to make sure that if the spirit failed to get navigation, they had a back up plan. "There must be way to fix navigator." North said with a sigh of hot air.

"I think it's about time we give up, mate." Bunnymund sighed as he stared. "We'll just hope that Jack found a way to fix it.

"Aye," North agreed. "We should make toys. Christmas Eve is tomorrow." North clasped his hands together, brushing dust and dirt off of them in the process. At that moment clattering came from the corner as a dark shadow approached. "What the-" North began, squinting his eyes at the shadow.

"Saint Nicolas..." hissed the shadow. "E. Aster Bunnymund..." It continued.

Bunny recognized the voice immediately. "Not you," he said, thick with Australian accent. Pulling his boomerang out of its quiver, he charged at the shadow, North slightly behind him. They charged the creature, but made no contact. After all, the figure wasn't really there. It existed on a plane of it's own. Forever interchanging between darkness and life. It doubted it's own existence yet continued to move forward. When this shadow spoke, it was words of hate.

Bunny knew this shadow. It could be called many things. "The End," "The Darkness" "Hell," "Heaven," "Inexistence," "A Ghost," most commonly, however, it was referred to as, "Death."

The Reaper began to materialize the figure of a terrifyingly long scythe. It swept the ground in front of the Guardians. Fear taking them, they hopped backwards just in time to dodge another strike. North charged the black shape with a battle cry as he was getting ready to strike again. However, he was stopped by a pungent odor surrounding the Reaper. Darkness faded the winter spirit's vision and he collapsed on the ground seconds before Bunny was able to realize the danger, as he, to was swept up in the dark cloud, dropping his boomerang as he was sucked up.

Pitch approached the shadow happily from a corner of the sleigh room, clapping his hands a the Reaper's victory. "Congratulations," Pitch said with a smirk to the shadow. "One left." A that, Pitch disappeared into the air, most likely going to find the fifth Guardian. The one he wanted to take care of on his own. His voice lingered in the air. Remember to leave them in the chamber when you're finished playing...