A\N: I'm really sorry I've been gone for so long. There's been a ton of complications going on in my life, some good…..others not so much. Recently my school showed Footloose and of course I had to go and try out for it. Anyways, enough of my ramblings, here is the newest chapter. Please comment, follow, and favorite if you enjoy this story for more.
(P.S: Hello, here is the update for chapter six; I fixed most of the small problems. Please enjoy).
A doctor sighed as he slowly slid off a pair of blood stained gloves off his pale hands. Beside him was an operating table with a white sheet draped across the still form of what was once Jamie Bennett. Now free of his gloves, the doctor reached up and gently massaged the pale skin beneath his hazel eyes. For some reason he felt different, it wasn't the first time he had lost a patient, but something about this boy seemed unusual.
Finally the man shook his head as if dismissing the thoughts racing through his mind clouding his thoughts. Pushing his questions to the back of his head, the doctor picked a brown clipboard off a nearby table and started scribbling down the results of the surgery that had finished mere minutes ago.
Turning on his heel, the surgeon made his way to the door without taking his eyes from the words on the papers before him. Distractedly he reached over and flipped the light switch plunging the room into total darkness.
At first nothing stirred in the blackness, then slowly, deliberately the darkness began to swirl and rise up to form malevolent form. Suddenly a wicked laugh rang out through the room as Pitch Black emerged from the swirling mass of shadows that clung to his cloak like stands of fabric. "Isn't this just precious, little Jack has lost his only friend" the Nightmare king mused as his long, pale fingers glided across the white sheet that covered Jamie Bennett's still form.
Suddenly he yanked the sheet back to reveal Jaime's pale features causing grim satisfaction to build up in Pitch's black heart. "Now to send Jack and his friends to meet you" he cackled as the writhing mass of shadows swept over him like a black wave. Then, as soon as he had appeared, Pitch was gone, leaving the room empty of all life.
Elsewhere at the Guardian's hideout
The scenes that Jack witnessed in his tour of the Guardian's hideout were so chaotic that years after he still had trouble remembering anything. Everywhere he looked there was something going on, yetis bellowing in their strange language mostly dominated the multi tiered rock structures that surrounded the massive tree in the middle like a medieval village built around a castle. The air itself seemed alive as it buzzed and danced with the excitement that hung over the underground hideout. It took all Jack had to keep up with Bunny, he even lost him twice. But, after what seemed like a lifetime, the pair reached the base of the massive tree that overlooked the cave.
"Here we are our home away from home" Bunnymund announced as he pushed open a massive oak door that revealed a wide open cave filled with various odds and ends that appeared to have been dumped carelessly in a massive pile. "You're staying in the first room" Bunnymund indicated a small wooden door that was set into the chambers stone walls. Jack nodded and slowly padded across the massive flagstones on his bare feet, Bunny followed him a little ways then stopped awkwardly. "I've got to get over to the Yeti's camp and take care of some things, feel free to explore" the large Pooka said before quickly bounding off on all four of his furry paws.
At first all jack wanted to do was rest, but after a few minutes of restless pacing back and forth his curiosity got the better of him. In one swift movement he scooped up his staff and quickly made his way to the half closed wooden door that guarded his room. He took one last look at the drab surroundings before rushing out into the empty chamber that Bunnymund had lead him too. "Where to go first" the winter spirit thought as he scratched the mop of silver hair that sat haphazardly on his head. Finally he shot off down the hallway he was lead down a few hours earlier.
Instead of pushing open the ancient wooden doors that guarded the shrine, Jack turned and nimbly made his way up an equally old set of stairs. The climb was harder than the Guardian had expected, soon he was growing nauseous of the tight spiral that made up the staircase. Finally, he reached the top after what seemed like a life time.
After catching his breath, Jack glanced around, taking in the brilliant surroundings. Far below were the spider webbed stone structures that made up the interlocking streets. From high up on the tree Jack could see everything laid before him like looking at a map. He took enough time to admire the immaculate design before leaping out into open air.
The wind wrapped around Jack like a giant blanket, shrouding him inside its swirling depths. A feeling of bliss spread throughout the winter spirit as he was caught safely by his old friend.
The occasional yeti glanced up and noticed Jack soaring high above their heads, the others continued working completely oblivious. At one point in time Jack caught sight of Bunny's furry ears sticking up above the crowd before being whisked away by the cool wind.
After hours of soaring throughout the massive cave, Jack finally settled down on shaky legs. He reached up and ran his pale fingers through his wind whipped silver hair. Around him shadows danced as multicolored flames roared in their braziers. "Have a good flight?" Bunnymund asked stepping out from the protective shadow of a massive stone pillar. "Decent enough" Jack teased as the furry Pooka gently brushed past him. "You're about to have another one, we're going to get North tonight" Bunny grunted starting down the stone steps that eventually led to the ground. A smile spread across Jack's pale features as the thought of the large Russian filled his mind. "We move in a few hours" Bunny announced before disappearing from Jack's view entirely.