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Little Prince in grave danger,

has no clue of the horror ahead,

from pain to death,

a terrible fate lingers...

By: ME

From the shadows of an abandoned cave, distant from the Santoff Clausen, Pitch's looming figure stepped out, straight and calm, yet firm and silently rejoicing. The cave he stood in had long icicles hanging from the ceiling like deadly spears, while thick layers of ice formed over the rocky walls. The inside held a creepy complexion, .Pitch, it was the perfect heaven. The man hummed a tune in his head as he strolled to the opening of the cave. At a distance, was a misty image of the Santoff Clausen as flurries of snow tried to hide it from his eyes. Epic fail.

"So the precious little prince is hiding at my Ol' nemisis' home? Well played, Jasper, but maybe you should not try to hide my grandson from me," he hissed.

Jack was technically his grandson. For specific reasons...

Pitch felt victory from where he stood. All the power he can yeild with Jack at his side- all the control he can have from not only children but from adults, spirits... AND THE GUARDIANS! The man cackled. It was brilliant. With Jack at his will, taking down the Guardians would be no problem. Oh he can just see the terror in every one's eyes when they see Jack at his full potential.

Pitch sighed and skimmed bony fingers down the wall of ice, forming vines of blacksand to form over the surface until mixing with the ice. A beautiful work of grainy bluish black surface was created before him. He grinned. What goes better together than cold and dark?

Gazing back to the misty form of the Santoff Clausen, Pitch stalked out the cave, calling a nightmare to his side. "I think it is about time to pay a visit to the winter family," he crooned, his dim yellow catlike eyes going even darker. A cackled filled the air once more before Pitch disappeared into the shadows once more.

Jack was awoken from a herendous dream by something or someone gripping him by his frail shoulders and began to shake him from his slumber. Baby blues snapped open to see a extremely alerted king of winter. Jack blinked tiredly three times. "F... Father?" he moaned out groggily. Jasper, already sweating cold sweat, only lifted the young prince in his arms. Jack was startled by this action and once or twice, tried to squirm out. "Father?! What's going on?" he asked. Jasper still did not reply. Quickly, the man hurried out of the room and down the hallway. There, Jack could only get a quick glimpse of the terror.

In the globe room, the yetis fought off...

Jack gasped.

Nightmares.

Jack looked up at Jasper, fear swelling in his heart. "Papa! What's happening?!... Papa!"

Jasper was clearly frightened. Having Nighmares invading the Workshop could only mean that Pitch was not too far. That was just enough for hell to break loose in the whole area. Just halfway down the hallway, a loud crashing noise of something breaking through the wall cenemeters behind them; the debris that hit Jasper square in the back caused the man to go flying forwards and to the floor. Jack lost his father's grip and slipped feet away. Right behind Jasper, was a fairly large mare.

Jasper's eyes immediately darkened in hatred. He pulled out his staff, creating a neon glow at the crook. He was going to do everything in his fiber to protect his son. Even if the risks were unbearable. The Nightmare's glowing yellow eyes boared Jasper's eyes, and it reeled back a neigh. Jack felt fear arise for his father that he could not help but to let a whimper of "Father," escape his lips.

"Jasper!? Honey!" a distant voice of Mariah spoke from behind.

Jack swished around to see his mother come rushing towards them, but Jasper never took his eyes off the damned horse. Several more smaller mares appeared behind the larger one. Mariah gasped and as she swept Jack in her embrace, she fought the urge to jump in for her husband. "Jasper... Please don't," she croaked.

Jasper kept his feirce stand. "Take Jack. Place him somewhere safe," he commanded. Mariah hesitated. "N...No-"

"Damnit Mariah! For once just do as I say!" the winter king yelled in frustration. Mariah and Jack flinched, never used to that raging voice that Jasper hardly spoke in, but the queen obeyed and led Jack away. Jack struggled from his mother's firm arms, wanting to aid Jasper. "No! Father, please no!" he screamed. Tears began to swell in Jack's eyes and frost began to creep from under his feet, but Mariah did not notice, for she was scared to death. As they ran, Jasper raised his staff and with a whisper of something one could possibly understand, he slammed the butt of the staff down on the hard surface. A strong wall of frost erupted and rammed directly into the nightmares.

The smaller ones turned into blocks of ice just as quick, but the more feirce, larger one was only glazed with a layer of ice, yet it still hovered. Jasper clenched his teeth. Looks like he needs to do a little more work with this one.

"Damn."

Mariah had led Jack to North's room that was covered in small piles of black dust; North had easily killed the nightmares that had surprised attacked him while he was sleeping. The whole room was trashed. Yet, Jack noticed his staff leaning against the wall and grabbed it. Instantly, frost curled from his palms and curled around the stick. The frost that came from his feet had stopped.

Mariah's eyes darted around the room, desperate to find a safe place for Jack. They locked with the double door closet. The woman's eyes lowered and she drew a low sigh. There was no other option. She dragged Jack to the closet, opened the doors, and settled Jack to the very back. Jack looked up at his mother with frightened eyes.

Mariah only gave him stern, tearful, eyes. "No matter what you hear, DO. NOT come out of this closet, do you understand?" she strained. Jack nodded.

Mariah firmly nodded herself, but before leaving, she kissed the top of Jack's head and slammed the doors shut. The sound of the room door closing was heard as well, and Jack was left alone in the weak distant noises of battle going outside the room. Every terrifying crash made the boy cringe and flinch. It was like a nightmare being brought to life right before him. Why did he have to go outside? Why did he not believe that it was safer being hidden? That the world was not a safe place?

The crashing had gotten louder and the roars of things inhuman had appeared. Jack's bottom lip began to tremble and tears ran down freely from his eyes. The teen whimpered and curled into himself, covering his ears and clenching his eyes tightly shut. His shoulders shook in sobs. "Just think happy thoughts Jack," he told himself and began whispereing a small tune, "just close your eyes, the storm is dying out..."

"You'll be alright, those shadows will fade somehow, come moon's safe light, you and I'll be safe and sound." Holding and rocking the tired, but wide awake toddler who was barely thirteen years of age, yet lived in the body of a three year old, Jasper hummed the little tune over and over again, letting Jack sing along till he fell asleep. Jack yawned and smiled up at his father. Then, he reached a small hand upwards to the man's face and cupped the king's nose bridge. Jasper chuckled softly and kissed the boy's head. "Think happy thoughts, my son. Do not let darkness consume your mind blindly."

His father's voice rang in his head, blocking out the terrifying noises from outside. It only seemed to calm him down just a bit, but it was enough. Suddenly, just as he was calming down, the room door had suddenly opened with a creak... Then light footsteps were heard and Jack could tell that someone had past by in front of the closet by a dark shadow that peered from the blinds. His wide baby blues froze in place and his breathing had stopped, along with his heart. Fear strummed his veins like a harp once the shadow had stopped directly in front of the closet. A manacing chuckle was heard, and by that, Jack knew it was the devil at the door.

"Oh, Little Prince..." the voice crooned. Jack's body began to tremble. It was Pitch.

"You know you cannot hide from your grandfather. No, no, no. That would be so rude for you to welcome everyone except me?"

Jack's eyes casted down in confusion. "Grandfather?" he whispered under his breath. No one had told him, nor mentioned that he was related to Pitch. It had to be a lie.

He heard Pitch's footsteps strolling the room with the clicks of his boots. "Jackson, I can smell fear you know? I can sense you."

Jack felt every fiber prickle. His hand that clutched tightly onto the staff, shook and caused small blue frosted sparks to jump around. He didn't like this. It scared him- no stop! He can't be afraid! He can't!... But it was too hard! He was just a prince, he had been protected from the dangers his whole life! He was not prepared for any of this!

All Jack could do was clench his eyes shut, and hoped to stay hidden.

"But fear not, Little Prince..."

Jack had not boticed that two catlike orbs appeared in the closet's darkness, inches from his head. He felt a hot breath breathing against his ear, causing him to freeze.

"Only Darkness can save you..."

Jack lurched out the closet with a terrified scream that echoed throughout the room, and was immediately grabbed by the back of his hoodied. Pitch had the teen in a death grip around his torso and literally hauled Jack off the ground. The winter sprite kicked and screamed bloody mary, hoping his father or anyone would hear him. Anyone.

"DAD! DAD HELP! UNCLE NORTH!" he shrieked, trying to escape the Nightmare King's grasp. Suddenly, all went black in an instant as he felt something grainy hit the back of his head.

Pitch held Jack in his arms as the boy went limp. Fitting him more properly in bridal style, Pitch sighed happily, gazing down at the sleeping prince. "Mmmm," he chuckled, "so far so good."

They had all heard that faint distant cry. Jasper who now fought in the globe room along with everyone else had turn most of his attention to his son's scream. He felt his whole inner being shake as frost scattered from the bottom of his boots. His navy blues widened and his body fought the urge to scream. Jack had been found- or something much worse had happened, but right now, being found was probably the worse to ever be desired. Then, in a blink of a eye, the mares dispersed into once small grains on the floor. Sandy furrowed his eyebrows and rubbed golden sand of of his arm in curiosity. Pitch had corrupted his sand? This was odd.

Everyone stood back to back in a tired fighting stance. "What happened? Why'd they stop?" Bunny questioned in a low tone. Jasper furrowed his eyebrows. It was like he had forgotten what he had just heard seconds ago.

A dark cackle had brought him back to his senses.

Everyone darted their eyes to the globe, and were shocked to see Pitch standing on the top with Jack floating unconsciously on a dark cloud of back sand. It looked like gravity had given up on the child, for he was an inch levitating on the cloud, his ruffles of white hair swayed in the air. Jack looked to be sleeping in a trance of some sort, but from where Jasper and the Guardians sttod below, the teen looked just as dead. It scared the King of Winter.

"Jack!" Jasper cried out as a father instinct to show worry and concern, "Pitch, you release my son at once!" The anger cleary showed in the frost king's voice and his eyes.

Pitch grinned like a wild maniac and hummed a bit, glancing at Jack. "Quiet, Jasper," he said with a taunting tone. The man of shadows ran a bony hand through Jack's locks, making the atmosphere rise with rage coming from the beings below. "Wouldn't want to awake the little prince, would we?"

Bunny clutched onto his boomerangs, feeling the desire to gut the Nightmare King for dare touching Jack. He and Jack had an odd connection. One day Bunny would be a older brother to the kid, next he would be an enemy, the another he would be a friend, but despite their flaws, Bunny vowed to himself that he would protect Jack at all costs. It's not very often you get the opportunity to muck Pitch Black up. He would ne the first to do the honors.

"Pitch! You snake, let the kid go, or Ahm gonna twist yer neck like a rag!" the Pooka Warrior threatened with his hardest glare. If Groundhog could see, he would be running back in his hole. Pitch was not bothered and rolled his eyes. "Really, you should try once and a while to strengthen your odd phrases in combat, Rabbit," he muttered. "Pitch," North spoke, pointing a saber up, "release my nephew or suffer ze consequences."

"Oh, I apologize, Nikki. But I have plans greater than previous ones for the boy." Pitch glared at Jasper who heaved with rage. "Tell me, Jasper. Did you honestly think you could keep my grandson away from me for long?"

Jasper's orbs widened but narrowed just as quick. "W-What? I do not understand-"

"Save it," Pitch interrupted, "I know about how my daughter gave your wife the capability to conceive a child, which means that Jack is rightfully my grandson. You know how the family tree works... Your son carries the dark seed invested in him."

Jasper's stomach lurched, but he only became more furious. He will not except Pitch to be apart of his family, nor be apart of Jack! "Shadow... Demon... Whatever the hell you are," he hissed, "you will remove my child from your presence or I will personally deal with you in a life threatening manner..."

Pitch's as narrowed at the threat. "How intriguing... Do you think I am going to be afraid of a man who cowards behind his wife like a puppy? I expect more from you Jasper..."

That was all Jasper needed. Fists clenched, one nearly snappinv the staff in his hands in half, and his navy blues darkened to a black. Notth noticed a change in his friend's eyes and gasped in horror. "Jasper... No..." he whispered, but it was like Jasper was blocking his voice out. The air around dropped countless degrees down and strong layers of ice sprawled from Jasper's boots, spreading quickly over the globe room.

There was a sickening crack of power coming from Jasper's hands that glowed with neon white winter magic. "You DARE mess with MY family?" his voice, laced with ice and dripping venom echoed around the room. The wind sped through the broken windows, causing papers and other light debris to flurry around with some intruding snow from outside. "And you DARE spit upon me?" Jasper suddenly levitated off the ground and into the air. Flurries of snow swirled around the Winter King's body like a snow storm. The wind blurred out of control, nearly knocking everyone off their feet. Pitch himself felt uncomfortable like he was making a death wish.

High in front of Pitch, Jasper looked... Dangerous. His eyes were nothing but filled with a white light and his staff and hands erupted in orbs of white. His silver hair swayed wildly with the wind.

"I am the Winter King!" Jasper's electrifying words roared.

He sounded terrifying.

Pitch shrunk a bit, never daring to release Jack off the cloud. Little did he know that Jack had woken from his slumber. Jack made a tired moan and gazed up, gasping by what he saw. His father look powerful... Wild... Insane. It as a side he NEVER wanted to see of his kinder father. It scared him. "Dad?" he whispered, nearly making a whimper.

"And I command you Pitch Black... TO LEAVE!"

Pitch didn't need to be told twice, he knew better than to mess with a rouge winter king. But beforeleaving, he snared, "I will return for your son. He will be my chosen fearling! I'll just have to hold onto your lovely wife for now..."

Jack gasped in horror. Pitch had his mother. God no, Pitch Black had his mother!

With that, Pitch disappeared like a thief in the night. Jack was released from the dark hold and fell back first on the globe's hard surface. Seeing that the dark figure was gone, something calm took over Jasper's dark side and like he had not known what he was doing, everything went still, his power died down, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he was sent plummeting back down to the earth. North was quick and he caught the fallen king.

Worried overwhelmed the Guardian as he inspected the man. North had came to love Jasper as a son of soe sort, for Jasper was just a mere child when he had discovered him. Jasper's story was dark and untold and will stay like that until Jasper was willing to spill. Jasper releasing his dark side was never good, for it could lead to a heart being consumed by terror and a life full of hatred and suffering. But Jasper's heart was to good for darkness to fully consume which was a good sign.

A good sign indeed.

North took ragged breaths and patted Jasper lightly on the cheek. "Jasper... Son."

Nothing...

Dread filled North inside. He worried for Jasper dearly. Jesus, just hope he was okay. On the other hand, Tooth who had flew on the large globe to grab the frightened Jack, came down to the others. Everyone gathered around the prince in worry. Jack ignored the hands and immediately crawled to North and his father. "Father! Uncle is he okay?" the teen asked. North gazed to Jack solemnly and nodded. "He vill be fine, nephew..."

"Pitch...Pitch has my mother, Uncle..."

That's when Jasper's eyes snapped open.

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