Alrighty half way through the original story. Oooh I can't wait until things start to get...interesting. ;D

EXTINGUISH THE LIGHT

It was dark. He didn't know where he was. He didn't care. The cold enveloped him in a hug suffering. That's all the Jack's life ever amounted to. Suffering. They had cast him out without a second thought. They hated him. Despised him. Fate had been cruel. No the Man in the Moon had been the cruelest. To leave him on his own for three hundred years with only the torture of his own thoughts for comfort, not even bothering to give him any kind of identity or purpose other than a name. A worthless name. Then he had presented hope to him. A chance to redeem himself. He had fantasised about all the things he could do with his friends. He had almost begun to consider them as family….. Now he was back to the beginning. In fact this felt worse than the beginning. He had been given a taste of what he had always wanted only to have it all ripped away from him in a heart beat.

Jack Frost curled in on himself. A hunger, a monster, lashed out inside of him. He was hungry. Not for food, but for love. It was unbearable. It was desperation and despair at its peak. He had just wanted them to listen… No one ever listened though. So in the darkness of the cave, buried beneath the earth, lost, Jack Frost sobbed.

The Guardian's stood staring at the window the boy had jumped through. Tooth hugged herself quietly hiccuping.

"Why…?"

"Cos' Tooth, he's Jack Frost. We made a mistake in trusting him. Should have seen Easter as a warning, but we were too blind to see it," Bunny growled.

"Mother Nature will be furious," North muttered.

Sandy removed himself from the group. He wanted space to think. Waving goodbye he left, rising into the nights still air to begin his work. Mother Nature was terrifying when she wanted to be. At least this time she had a reason to be. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Jack wanted to be with Pitch. They were alike. Both rejected and both, it would seem, without any loyalty. Sandy sat down on his cloud of peaceful dream sand and stared down at Tokyo. The children would have to have a dreamless sleep tonight.

Jack had fallen asleep. Tear tracks itched on his face as he woke. He hadn't dreamt. There were no more dreams left. His eyes suddenly shot open. No more dreams left….Pitch! He could help him. He just had to give him a chance. If Jack could convince him to meet with the Guardian's and explain to them that all he wanted was to be noticed, to be loved then they would understand. Jack flew out of the cave and paused. Why was it that he still wanted to please the people that had destroyed his life, which hated him? Shaking his head Jack flew at bone snapping speeds towards the rickety, termite ridden bed frame. He didn't hesitate when he arrived. It was only when he was met with complete darkness that Jack slowed down. Cautiously Jack made his way down the tunnels. Finally the dark gave way to gloom and a cavern appeared the very place Pitch had kept the baby teeth prisoner. He had the urge to go into a defensive position but that wouldn't do him any good, not this time.

"Pitch?" Jack whispered, then louder, "Pitch!"

An ominous laugh echoed around him. Don't run; don't arm yourself, stay calm.

"Is that who I think it is? Jack Frost."

The Boogeyman's face suddenly appeared inches from Jack's. The boy winced. Not from fear but from the state Pitch was in. His face was a patch work quilt of cuts and gashes. His body a hook, resembling a question mark, stooped low and he walked with a limp. His grey face was almost void of all colour except a sickly yellow tinge.

"What are you doing here Frost?" He spat.

"P-Pitch. I'm here," He took a single breath, but was cut short as a long jagged knife was pressed against the flesh of his neck and some how Pitch had was now behind him.

"I want to kill you so badly Frost. You have no idea."

"Actually I do…. Save me the speech I've already heard it."

"Oh?" Pitch asked with a demonic sort of glee.

"I went to the annual spirit meeting and well I'll save you a long story and get to the point."

"Please do. My hand is just itching to slit your throat. So you better give me a very, very good reason not to."

"I stuck up for you," Jack blurted.

The knife relaxed slightly. Pitch stood there as if a punch had been delivered to his stomach. He, Jack Frost, had stuck up for him? It was a lie!

"I know what I did to you. I get it now. What you must have felt. You once said to me that we were alike. We may have different morals but that was because you've had to live alone for far longer than I have. I don't know how long you've been around Pitch but I do know what being alone feels like. Maybe if someone had come along sooner you may be different same goes for me. If I had been left alone for longer maybe….well maybe I would have given into hate. Honestly I hate a lot of things right now. Listen I'm blabbering but what I'm trying to say Pitch is I get it, I truly do and I want to help. I want to be friends. Okay, maybe not friends, but at least neutral."

The knife had disappeared. Pitch laughed. He laughed, not in a manic way but from amusement. Jack rolled his eyes. Pitch thought he was joking again.

"I'm not joking," Jack said evenly.

"You expect me to believe that load of crap! This is a trick I know it. Do you really think I'm that stupid? You all insult me. You're with the Guardian's. I bet that this is their way of finally defeating me."

"The Guardian's threw me out…" Jack whispered.

"Well," Pitch said, and then a smile played across his lips, "Well. I'm not one to brag but I told you so Frost. All good things come to an end, but how do I know you're not lying? Hmm?"

Pitch knew that it was the truth though. He had felt the boys despair and grief when he had been in that cave. If it was one thing Pitch knew it was people's deepest fears and for Jack Frost his had just come true.

"You know it's the truth," Jack said, catching Pitch off guard.

"You're right there, but why would I want you're help? You've already betrayed me once Frost. You'll do it again. Loyalty is not you're strong point. Look at what you did to me! After all that you really expect me to let you come and help me. I don't need help! I'm not a lost soul. That's what you are Jack Frost. I don't want your pity. You only came to me so you could help your self! You self brat. I'll feed off your fear and misery for years. Now get out! Leave me alone!"

Jack reeled back in shock. He had thought that of all people Pitch would have at least welcomed him. He shook his head. He had to try. He had to save everyone from being alone. It wasn't fair. He didn't want to be by himself. He needed someone even if that someone was Pitch. Didn't he see that he was trying to do something to help him?

"Please Pitch. You don't want to be alone, nor do I. You said you wanted to be noticed, to not be alone, t-to have a family! I'm trying to give that to you! Please just listen!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE! GET OUT!"

That was when Pitch attacked. Jack was too focused on making the man listen and understand he only saw the knife when it had slashed the flesh of his side wide open. Pain exploded. Jack screamed. Pitch advanced on him again. The look in Pitch's eye was animalistic, wild. Pitch was screaming, a battle cry. His mind had blanked over, all reason escaped him. He didn't want help. He wanted Jack Frost dead. He never wanted to hope, to love, to trust again. The price was always too great.

Jack fell backwards in his escape from Pitch's oncoming attack, rolling down a flight of stairs. He laid there a crumpled mess of limbs at the base, staring with pure fear up at Pitch Black. Both drew in quick shallow breaths. Pitch furiously shook his head. The boy was lying. He would betray him. It was a lie. Then Pitch Black turned and stalked away into the shadows. Jack scrambled along the cold floor all the way back to the entrance.

Sunlight burnt his eyes. He didn't care. Not even Pitch wanted him. Was there any reason to keep trying, to keep moving? Try as he might Jack couldn't find one single reason. The wind scooped up the broken child and carried him to the one place Jack always went in times of need, Antarctica. As the snow turned red he curled into a ball, at the bottom of the ravine. His eyes sealed shut, Jack fell into the depths of his mind.

The snow and ice in Burgess melted away in the night. It was the same with the rest of the world. Children refused to go outside and play. Winter and fun ceased to exist.

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