Aaaah thank you guys for the reviews! I may or may not have grinned like a fool while reading them.

Um so I might change this later, I dunno. I always look back at my chapters and want to redo them.

Jack stared with wide eyes as the lid opened and the warm glow of the street lights swarmed the inside of the trash bin. He didn't even bother to look to see had opened the bin, because quite honestly, he didn't really care. He just wanted out. He wanted to leap out of the garbage and relish in the fresh air that didn't smell like possibly the worst smell on the Earth. And that's exactly what he did.

The snowy haired teen ended up landing on his butt, but he was too busy enjoying the fact that he wasn't surrounded by old food and who knows what other stanky trash. He was about to jumped up and was about to go look in some other trash bin -with no lid-, but was interrupted by a small, patronizing chuckle from behind him.

Jack spun around, only to yelp and scramble backwards when he got a face full of ugly. The man who had apparently found him was the definition of creepy. He easily towered over Jack, and he had pale, almost grey, skin, black hair that was sleeked back with some sort of gel, and a long black robe-type thing that reminded Jack of a dress. The most chilling of his features was his bright yellow eyes that stood out against the near pitch black night that surrounded the two.

And his lack of eyebrows. What a weird guy.

"What in the world were you doing in the garbage bin?" British accent. Somehow that added to the creepiness. The man was looking at Jack with annoyance, stepping back to give him some space -thank goodness- but Jack swore he saw a bit of amusement in those eerie yellow eyes. "Er, um, nothing." Jack cursed himself for stuttering. The man -is he even a man? He was far too... odd to be a man- raised the spot where his eyebrows were supposed to be. Jack did not like the way he was staring at him. "Were you, perhaps, looking for some dinner?" his tone was mocking, and the creep smiled, showing pointy -did he get surgery for those?- teeth.

He didn't wait for Jack to answer.

"Or some clothes..."

He began to walk closer. Jack didn't move.

"It's pretty cold outside, you know."

He was kneeling in front of him now, at eye level. Jack wanted to move, he wanted to run, but this guy's gaze kept him locked in place.

"You shouldn't be out on the streets all alone."

Jack wanted to tell him that he knew that, he was 14 years old, of course he shouldn't be out on the streets! But he couldn't form words. The man was getting uncomfortably close now, and Jack was honestly getting a little scared. How had this random British guy known-

"Oi! What d'ya think y'er doin'?" a heavily accented voice shouted, throwing both Jack and the man off guard. Mr. Creepy looked like a kid that had just caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Another man stormed over to the pair. This one, thankfully, didn't look as threatening. He had greyish hair, although it was quite obvious that it wasn't greyed with age, that was smoothed back except for two strands that stuck up like bunny ears, a dirty bandana tied loosely around his neck, and a dark brown jacket covering his very muscled arms. He pushed the shadowy man away from Jack -who stumbled back a bit- glaring.

"Why're ya messin' with this kid, Pitch?!" Ah. So the creep's name was Pitch. It suited him, Jack decided.

"Bunnymund. What a pleasant surprise." Cree- Pitch said, eyes narrowed. "I was 'messing' with no one, only helping dear Jack out of a rather unpleasant situation. Isn't that right, Jack?"

Jack only stared. How the heck had he known his name?! He didn't get the chance to voice his confusion and utter freaked out-ness.

"That's a load a baloney an' you know it!"

"You wound me."

"Just rack off, ya bloody drongo."

Pitch complied, and turned his back on Jack and 'Bunnymund'. He was about to turn the corner and leave, but he turned around and grinned widely, looking Jack in the eye. Then he was gone.

Haha I'm sorry, Pitch, for making fun of you so much.

But he really is a creep. No offence or anything.

Bunny to the rescue! (sorry for making Pitch seem like a pedo, it wasn't intentional, he's just meant to be a huge ass creep :s)

I feel like I'm reaaalllyyy rushing things. So once the weekend comes, I might edit this up a bit, fix a few things and make it less confusing maybe.

Sorry for short chapters :I This weekend there shall be longer ones. Promise.

R&R please! Until next time! :)