Sorry sorry sorry! sorry this took so long to put up! major writers block! i had part of the chapter written and was just trying to figure out how i wanted to carry this out. i even have a little of the next chapter written and i figured out part of where i want it to go. again sorry for taking long! i'm gonna try to be a bit faster. i know when i read other people's work I'm always like "more more more! don't take long!" but i get it obviously now lol.

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Chapter 4:

"Jack, Jack, I'm scared."

Jack turned toward the sound he knew so well. His sister, was standing in the middle of the lake. The ice cracking from beneath her skates.

"It's okay, everything is going to be alright," said Jack, "We're going to have a little fun instead."

"No we're not!" she called out, fear filling her voice.

"Would I trick you?"

"Yes! You always play tricks!"

Jack chuckled, "Well, not this time. You have to believe in me."

She stared back at her brother and gave him a slight nod.

"Okay, we're—," he was cut off by the scream that came out of his baby sister's throat.

The ice broke and she was under the water before Jack even realized what was happening.

"NO!" yelled Jack. This wasn't suppose to happen. This can't be happening.

You didn't save me. Why didn't you save me Jack? You promised I was going to be okay.

His sister's voice filled his head.

"I'm sorry! No please come back!" he called after the voice.

Jack took a step and he too fell into the water. Water filled his lungs up immediately. He was drowning, dying. Panic swarmed him. He didn't want to drown again, he didn't want to die. Jack closed his eyes, wishing the pain away.

After a few moments he opened his eyes. He was in a dark room, all alone.

"Jack where were you!? The nightmares came and destroyed everything!" yelled North's voice.

"Jack, what have you done?" yelled Tooth's.

"He needs to go now. We should NEVER have trusted you!" screamed Bunny's.

Their voices kept going. Filled with disappointment and anger.

Jack tried to yell back at them. To tell them he was sorry for everything. That he doesn't deserve to be a guardian. That he would leave them alone if that meant they would forgive him. But every time he tried, nothing came out.

"We don't need you," said North.

"We never will need you," said Tooth.

"You're better off alone," said Bunny.

Jack curled up on the ground. Their voices still coming and wishing that all of it would stop.

Bunnymund threw his boomerangs at another fearling. No matter how many times he threw them, the fearlings just kept coming. He turned to his friends. They were all fighting as well. They ended up what Bunny assumed to be the main room of Pitch's lair. There were cages hanging from the ceiling and in the center of the room was what seemed to a believers globe. Bunny looked around for a door that may have lead to Jack but there were too many. Too many opportunities to get the wrong door. Too many opportunities to waste more time.

"PITCH! COME OUT YA COWARD! GIVE US JACK BACK NOW!" yelled Bunnymund.

"There's no need to shout Rabbit, I'm right here," came Pitch's voice.

Bunnymund turned towards the sound. Out of the shadows emerged Pitch.

"Where is Jack, Pitch!? Give him back to us now!" said Bunnymund.

"I'm not quite done with him yet," said Pitch, "I'll give back to you what's left of him, when I'm done."

"How about you give him back to us now before I kick your sorry nightmare butt!" yelled Bunnymund angrily.

"Angry aren't we Rabbit? Since when do you care for the boy? All the years he has been around, weren't you the one to mistreat him? Not just ignoring him for 300 years, but even the little mishap that was, what was the year again? 68?" mocked Pitch.

Bunny flinched. He wasn't proud of the past. He knew he was awful to Jack and that there was no making up for what he did. But Bunnymund also knew that he was going to spend the rest of his immortal life doing just that. Making up for lost time and treating Jack right. Giving Jack the family he always wanted and the family he needed. Jack wasn't the only one who needed a family, the guardians needed him too. Jack had changed everything when he was made a guardian. The guardians were around one another a lot more often. They were becoming the family they were meant to be. Even though he and Jack fought all the time, it had just made them closer. Jack was Bunnymund's little brother in his eyes. Now all he wanted to do was get Jack back and make Pitch pay for hurting him.

"Hit a nerve didn't I?" said Pitch smiling.

Before Bunnymund could throw his boomerang, a golden whip slashed at the Boogeyman. Sandy gave Bunny a thumbs up and a picture of a snowflake over his head. Sandy's message was clear. I got this, go find Jack.

Bunnymund nodded in response. He decided the best way to find Jack was to try and sniff him out. He took off, hoping that this was going to work and that he wasn't too late.

Jack was surrounded by fire. As the spirit of winter, this was the last thing he wanted.

I got to get out of here!

Jack tried calling on the wind, but he soon realized that he was not only inside but he didn't have his staff. Panic started to swarm him. The fire was getting bigger and closer to him. Jack tried to call on any of his powers but nothing happened. The fire was getting closer and sparked in his direction, burning him. He called out in pain as the fire engulfed him.

Bunnymund sprinted through Pitch's lair. He had first tried to pick up Jack's usual scent of fresh snow but the trail was disappearing. Just when he was about to give up and new smell entered his nose. Blood. Bunny's nose crinkled in disgust of the smell. What the -? Screams echoed the hallway.

"Jack! I'm coming mate hold on!"

He ran faster relying on his ears and nose. He finally turned a corner and slammed into the door, the screams getting louder.

"Jack!"

Bunnymund took a step back and burst through the door. He looked up and had to hold on to the door of what he saw. He was horrified. There was Jack hanging from nightmare sand. Blood drenched his body. His leg angled in the wrong direction. His snow white hair was turning red as well. The kid was a mess. His eyes were closed and he was twisting and turning. Grunting in pain. He seemed to be having trouble breathing as well. His staff abandoned on the floor in front of him.

"Jack, I'm so sorry mate," whispered Bunnymund. He took a step towards him.

Suddenly Pitch appeared, "It seems you found him quicker than I anticipated." He was breathing heavy. Seemed Sandy had given him some trouble.

Bunnymund pulled out his boomerangs, "Step away from him Pitch," he growled.

"Shh, we don't want to wake him. He's having such a lovely nightmare. I can feel the fear radiating off him."

"Jack! Wake up! You need to wake up now!" screamed Bunnymund. "Please Jack! Fight it!"

Jack was wandering alone in the woods. He was alone and hurt. He couldn't remember how he received all his injuries but he needed help. He didn't know how much longer he could keep walking.

Jack!

Huh? The voice was familiar. But he couldn't think of the name of this person was. He didn't have any friends. Why would someone call his name

Wake up! You need to wake up now!

Wake up? Aren't I awake right now?

Please Jack! Fight it!

Fight what? Suddenly, a light shined through the forest. Willing him to come closer to it.

Jack please! Wake up! I know you that you're hurt and tired, but please wake up! I'm going to take care of you. You just need to wake up first! It's me—

"Bunny?" asked Jack out loud.

The light shone brighter, consuming Jack.