I get it, I get it I am officially the worst person in the history of fanfiction. If you have read this since chapter one, and read this chapter all I can say to you is:
*slow clap* You, my friend, are amazing.
And to new readers:
Welcome! I'm pretty sure you already hate me as well, so hello!
-Emily
Jack tossed and turned in the middle of the night. Hours seemed to have passed, but sleep would not come to him. Whenever he closed his eyes, all he could see was little Tooth and Sophie trapped in the tube. How could he have been so stupid? He was all on board when Pitch had proposed his plan! However, now that he thought about it, whose side was he on?
How stupid could I be? Jack thought. He looked down at himself, using the moonlight for light. The black sweatshirt, the shoes, was this really who he thought he could be? Jack sighed and perched down on the edge of his bed. He had to do something, but what? They were so far into the plan, and Pitch was certain that the Guardians were coming soon.
"Think, Jack! You are a Guardian, for crying out loud!" He told himself. Then, it hit him. He thought back to his conversation with Pitch on the roof:
"-being a Guardian is about giving others chances to fix mistakes. Guardians are supposed to build up hope, not tear it down." That's what he had to do. He had to build up hope. What was the only way he could do that? He had to tear down fear.
Silently, he kicked off the black shoes. He threw off the black sweatshirt and searched around for his blue hoodie. He grabbed it from its crumbled position in the corner and threw it on. He started to feel like himself again. Of course, there was nothing he could do about his hair or his eyes. He would just have to hope they transformed back to normal of their own. Picking up his staff, he opened the door slightly and crept into the dark hall.
He had finally been able to adjust to the dark of the building, so he could faintly see the outline of the hallway. Still, he kept a hand on the wall to make sure he was going the right way. When he got to the main room, he paused. It was silent. He walked over to the tube and looked in. Sophie was fast asleep, curled up in a little ball. Hugged close to her chest was Baby Tooth. The sight broke Jack's heart.
Jack knew he didn't have much time. He needed to get them out of the tube. He looked around for the little hatch that was attached to the side. The reached for it, only to find it was locked.
Now what? He thought. He looked at the hatch, then down at his staff. Pressing his staff to the hatch, it began to frost over. He placed the staff on the ground.
"I hope Pitch is a deep sleeper." He muttered. He drew hi fist back and slammed it into the frosted hatch. To his surprise, it broke. The shattered pieces clattered to the ground. At the sound, Sophie and Baby Tooth shot up. They both had a look of fear in their eyes.
"Sh, it's okay. I'm going to get you out." Jack whispered.
"Are you, Jack? I thought you worked for me, now?" A dark voice said behind him. Jack froze in place, then grabbed his staff and flung around. He pointed his weapon threatening at Pitch.
"Not anymore. I work for no one." He said. Pitch let out a small chuckle.
"Oh, Jack. How stupid you can be. Where do you think you will go if you leave here? The Guardians sure won't take you back."
"I don't need the Guardians! I do fine on my own." Jack said, hatred slipping into his voice.
""Oh, yes. On your own. No one believing in you."
"Kids do believe in me! Jamie-"
"Do you really think they will continue to believe in you after what you did? You think they won't let you slip from their memories, like they let me slide away?" Pitch pointed out. This caught Jack off guard. He began to lower his staff and stumbled back a few steps. Pitch took advantage of his movement and jumped on it. He pressed the smaller boy up against the wall and grabbed his hair to hold him their.
"No one will believe in you. The Guardians will fight against you. Do you want to go back to how it was? When you were invisible? When no one cared about little Jack Frost?" Anger boiled up in Jack, but he knew Pitch was probably right.
"Let me go." He said.
"You are nothing to them anymore, Jack. To them you are worthless. You are a freak, a mistake." Pitch said, his voice getting deeper. He let go of Jacks hair and Jack slid to the floor.
"With me, you will be remembered. I meant what I said, on the roof. At least I did then. It's to late, Jack. You work for me now, and always will. Don't disobey me again." Pitch said, walking away.
"I didn't disobey you. You never said I couldn't let them go." Jack said, standing up. Pitch slowed to a stop and turned around. He and Jack locked eyes and, before Jack could react, he shot at Jack with nightmares. The magic hit Jack in the head and he fell to the floor, apparently asleep. Pitch smirked as Jack twitched and grimaced in his sleep, seeing his fears played in his mind. To him, the only way to gain control was through fear.
The bigger the fear, the less hope. The less hope, the more hopeless the person was.
Okay! There it is! I'm going to start working on the other chapter, so give a look out for that!
Review, please:)
- Emily