By popular vote you guys get another chapter up today. :D Hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as the last one.

Warnings: Blood, that's about it.

ICE COLD HEART

I only dream of darkness, the cold whispering darkness, only once in a while would I actually get a real dream. But even then it was tainted with darkness. I never minded the darkness. It's been here my whole life. Or at least, as long as I can remember it has. So the dark dreams that I have never really bug me. They aren't like nightmares.

My dreams are almost like forms of life, even if it's a dark life. I'm not saying I have darkness in me, because I don't. It's just this darkness that brought me back, the darkness that I embrace because I know it gave me life. But it's not that simple anymore. The darkness has turned against me…

| BURGESS

Jack awoke to the dark pale moon up in the sky, clouds partly covering it and snow falling gently. Jack stretched and looked around to try to find what had awoken him. He'd heard something that had startled him from sleep. He looked towards the frozen lake, someone small and bundled up was standing on it.

"Jack!" the person called while shivering.

"Jamie?" Jack jumped down landing next to Jamie. "What are you doing here?" the boy hurriedly turned around and hugged Jack around his waist, still shivering. Jack unhooked Jamie's hands and bent down, kneeling in front of the boy. "Jamie, what's going on? Where are you're parents?"

"M-my dad w-works the night shift and my m-mom said she needed to g-go get something."

"This late at night?" asked Jack.

"Y-yeah, she said she needed it f-for w-work tomorrow." The boy shivered out.

Jack rubbed his hands against Jamie's jacket, hoping to get some friction to warm Jamie up. "Why are you here then? It's around one in the morning!"

"Jack, I saw him!"

"Saw who, Jamie." Jamie didn't answer. "Jamie who did you see?" Jack demanded.

"Oh leave the poor child alone Jack." The white-haired spirit froze, tensing. He stood up, turning around and blocking Jamie from view. Behind him was Pitch. The man had an evil-looking smile on his face as he stared at Jack. "What? Not happy to see me?"

"It's not a reunion I was hoping for, no." commented the Winter Spirit. "I thought you're fearlings ripped you apart. Why are you still here?"

"My dear Jack, you should know by now that with a little persuasion you can get out of anything."

"What do you want with Jamie?"

"Oh, I want nothing with the boy, its you I want, Jack."

Jack took a step back blocking Jamie more from view. "Then why drag him into this?" Jack asked, still protective over the younger boy.

"Bate of course, because I know if I do anything you'll try to stop me. He's the bait." Was Pitch's only response; he smirked and raised his hand. Dark sand came out and short it's self at Jamie. Jack jumped in front of him and let the sand hit him in his chest. He grunted, falling to the ground. The cold ice stinging his skin, but he didn't mind, he was used to it by now.

"See, bait." Pitch smiled again, shooting more black sand at Jack, the boy quickly rolled out-of-the-way, the sand hitting where he was lying only seconds ago.

"Jamie! Run!" called Jack. Jamie looked at Jack one more time before running of the ice and hiding in the trees, only far enough to get away from the fight but close enough to watch it. Jamie watched in horror as Pitch walked up to jack, a black dagger forming behind his back.

"JACK, WATCH OUT!" Jamie screamed. Jack looked up at Pitch rolling out-of-the-way of the dagger; it missed his head by inches, trapping its self in the ice. Jack grabbed his staff, which he had dropped after the first blow, and sent Pitch a few feet back away from the dagger with his wind. Jack panted, watching as the Dagger slowly dissolved.

Pitch came at him again, this time with a sword. Jack got to his feet, dodging the blade. He hooked Pitch around the neck with his staff as he passed him, he pulled the Nightmare King back and sent him onto the ice, it cracked a little. "What do you want, Pitch? Didn't you learn your lesson already?" asked an angry Jack. Pitch grabbed the sword, swinging it towards Jack. It swiped across the Winter Spirit's shoulder, drawing blood. Jack cried out, holding his shoulder. He glared daggers at Pitch as the mad man rose to his feet. "Would you believe good old fashion revenge?" asked Pitch. "Personally, I don't care if you do. You will suffer the way I have suffered."

"It's your own fault for that!" Jack growled, he shot ice at the man, but Pitch simply dodged. Pitch swiped at Jack again with his sword. Jack cried out as the sword caught his side. More blood poured out of his body. Was this even possible? He was immortal! He couldn't die! Pitch's sword grew into a whip, as if he was bored of trying to cut him apart.

The whip shot forwards and hit Jack in his wounded shoulder. Jack cried out trying to not let out tears from the pain. The whip comes at him again, slashing across Jack's chest, the sound of tearing fabric echoed through the night and a long bloody wound covered Jack's chest. "I really thought you would have more fight in you, Jack." Taunted Pitch, he's eyes gleaming with amusement.

He shot the whip out at Jack again, it went directly across his face, a thin line went across his cheek, a small trickle of blood coming out. "I guess I was wrong," Pitch continued. "Some mighty Winter Spirit you are." Pitch laughed, shooting out his whip again. Jack grabbed it, the black sand whip wrapped around his wrist as he held it.

"You are wrong, about me not putting up a fight." Jack growled. He tugged on the whip, sending Pitch forwards towards him. "Oh, and its Spirit of Winter," Jack corrected before sending a punch into Pitch's face. The older man stumbled back, letting go of the whip to hold his hands to his face.

Pitch laughed, making Jack look even more confused. "So you do have some fight in you. Good, it would be so unentertaining if you didn't. And here I was thinking you'd gone soft." Pitch laughed again, pulling out another sword. Jack held his staff up, pointing it towards Pitch. "Why don't I reintroduce you too… your death." Pitch smiled, plunging the sword into the ice, cracks began to form around Jack, Pitch walked carefully over to a startled Jack, and kicked Jack's staff out of his hands.

Pitch took a few steps back, watching Jack with amusement in his eyes. Jack was still, his eyes filling with panic. One bad movement and he'd fall in. He looked as more and more cracks formed under him. He gulped, trying to push the fear away. He looked back up at Pitch who was smiling, forming a few throwing knifes. Jack stiffened more.

Pitch chuckled. "Say hi to the Man in the Moon for me, would ya?" he said before throwing the knifes into the ground at Jack's feet. More and more cracks formed until the ice finally gave way underneath Jack. He was too much into shock to do anything but give a scream as he fell into the cold water.

Pitch smiled, looking at the hole in the ice, he walked over into the forest. Jamie looked at the spot where Jack had fallen with wide, teary eyes. Pitch walked over to him, smiling. Jamie shook with fear and sorrow. "I think I'll start with you first, only because you're Jack's first believer." Pitch said.

Jamie hurriedly ran the other way, heading towards the cracking lake. He glimpsed at the hole, letting a few tears out. He closed his eyes for a second, only to trip on Jack's discarded staff. He quickly started backing up as Pitch came towards him; he kicked Jack's staff away and into the hole in the ice. "Jack…" Jamie whispered, moving back away from Pitch. "Jack," he said a little louder. Black sand started to form in Pitches hand. "JACK!" Jamie screamed. Suddenly the frozen the middle of the lake burst into pieces, ice and water shooting up, hitting Pitch in the back and skidding near Jamie.

Jack was floating in the middle of it all. His eyes glowing white. The light slowly faded, showing Jack's normal eyes. The boy growled, flying directly towards Pitch, smashing into him and sending him back a few feet. Jack flew down next to Jamie. "Are you okay?" asked Jack worriedly.

"Jack! Your okay!" squealed Jamie happily, ignoring Jack's question. Jack smiled, placing a pale hand on Jamie's head.

"I told you that all you had to do was call." Jack said, ruffling the boy's hair. Suddenly black sand slithered its way around Jack's ankle, it pulled at him, sending him to the ground and then dragging him into the forest.

"Jack!" Jamie called, but there was no answer.

Jack froze the sand and broke it with his staff. He got to his feet, brushing some snow off his brown pants. He turned to his right, then to his left, trying to find Pitch. But there was no sign of the crazed man. And the sand had slithered away somewhere. He growled in frustration. How could he let Pitch get away?!

He felt his throat tighten, thinking it was because of the anger. But it tightened more, and gasped for air. He clawed at his throat but couldn't get a hold of whatever was choking him. He grabbed his throat dropping his staff and falling to his knees, choking, the air not being able to get into his lungs. Pitch came out of the darkness, pulling Jack up by his throat, the sand around Jack's neck slowly disappeared as Pitch tightened his hold on Jack's neck.

Jack looked around, dark spots in his vision. He looked at everything around him, Pitch's toothy grin in front of his face, snow gently falling, his staff laying useless on the ground and then, Jamie, standing off to the side, gaping in horror at the sight before him. Jack just wished darkness would take him.

Oh no! Also those little things that I do at the beginning, like about cold or darkness, I'll be doing those throughout the story.