Don't kill me. Because I will rise from the dead and avenge myself on you. Thanks.
Chapter five
As Jack stared out into the mountains, he swore that he saw a flash of metallic black. Nah. It was probably the nightmare messing with his head. No, he saw it again. But it was more clear; a bony figure with a jagged mane and ominous yellow eyes.
A fearling.
"Uh, Guys?!" Jack asked. No-one replied. He quickly turned around and realised that none of the guardians were in the sleigh. In fact, there was no sleigh. In an instant Jack felt himself falling.
He yelled out reaching for his staff. He had barely touched it by the time he had fallen hard on the snow-covered ground, shadowy ridges darkening the area. Dazy, he sat up, holding his head to keep from fading away. When he heard a familiar voice, however, he scrambled, reaching for his staff and aiming it towards the shadows.
"Have you just been abandoned, Jack?"
"Shut up. I know they wouldn't just leave me behind like that. This is obviously just another nightmare sent by you."
"Then why aren't they waking you up just now?"
Jack's grip loosened a bit, his eyes widening. It couldn't be true.
"You're lying. Maybe you're just getting a little stronger. I'm not getting any weaker."
"Surely you grown to be less careless, Jack. You should have realised by now that the guardians don't care about you. Not enough."
"You think so?" Jack said sarcastically.
"Of course I know. What about before? You didn't want to tell the other's about your nightmare," Jack grimaced at the thought, "So they left you to it. They didn't bother pushing you to tell them about your feelings, and here you are, stuck in a depressing nightmare!"
Jack shot several blasts of ice towards the shadows, Pitch dodging out into visible view. This was obviously a nightmare that he could control.
"SHUT UP! JUST STOP!" He kept shooting blasts of electric blue which Pitch barely missed.
"Why are you doing this? You know what it's like to be cast out with no-one giving a damn about who you are or why you exist! I was finally happy, I had a family, I had believers, and now you ruining it for me! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND A THING?!"
"Maybe I can now!" Pitch shouted when he got the chance. Jack calmed and loosened his grip on the staff.
"What?"
Pich walked over to Jack and began circling him. "Listen, I know now that you can speak your feelings. You just did it before. Say that same thing in front of the guardians, and they won't give a second thought. I understand you Jack. You can trust me. Join me, and we'll let the world know what we can do, who we are!"
Jack's eyes narrowed, much to Pitch's disappointment.
"Never." He whispered.
"Fine!" Pitch spat. "Have it your way."
Jack paled at the sound of scraping metal behind him. He turned quickly to see a huge night of shining black sand armour, raising a blade twice his height.
"NO!" He screamed as it was bought down…
Okay, I know it's been FAR too long since, but the next chapter is almost ready. I just wanted to leave a cliffhanger because HAHAHAHA I'm evil.
-Sparklehannah thanks for the advice. Feel free to leave me any ideas!