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Anywho-
This chapter takes place after the events of the movie! (Don't worry, I won't be switching back and forth after this).
"That should do it." Jack said, bringing his staff to a final stop. He looked at the snow that had begun to pile up on the ground below him. The wind began to pick up, carrying some of the snow to hit the windows of the old house closest to him.
A small boy heard the rumble from outside and peeked out a window to see what was going on. His face lit up seeing all the snow as if he hadn't seen the white flurries before. He left the window and ran out of the room, probably to show his parents.
"You're welcome kid!" Jack said, laughing at how thrilled he made the child. He adored the children's expressions when they saw snow for the first time in the year. Though when he thought about it, he was in a more northern part of Argentina, where they didn't receive much snow in winter. He figured it may have well been the boy's first time ever seeing snow in his life.
Jack sat down on a near hill, smiling to himself. It felt good to bring something so enchanting and new to a child. To stand under falling snowflakes and attempt catching them for the first time. To pack snow together with a brand new pair of mittens and make fortresses to climb about in. To see the beauty of what can come out of the freezing cold.
There was more to cold than just being a low temperature. It brought so much opportunity and unity between people. Jack could never understand why people would talk about cold like it was a bad thing. People praised the heat, why was the cold so bad?
"Who needs heat anyway.." Jack said aloud, starting to get the wind to pick up his storm he had brewed.
He thought of the few moments he really felt warm. No objects or terrain could really cause his temperature to rise much. Not that he really minded that much. There were few times of being angry from Bunny and his teasing directed at him and also the times of when nobody could see him. He then remembered a certain experience that had happened not too long ago. A memory he seemed to have pushed to the back of his mind until now.
Jack buried his face into his hands, feeling utterly ashamed of what he had done with Pitch. "God, how long ago was that.. 5 months? 6 maybe..?" It had definitely been before the big up rise of Pitch and his failed plan with his nightmares.
He seemed to have avoided thinking on the matter for quite some time. Though he remembered it and thought of it briefly of when he faced Pitch in battle, he figured the other spirit had forgotten already. Pitch had toyed with him, like how he did with everything else in the world. It didn't really mean anything to him. Though for Jack, just thinking on it made his heart race.
Having another being pay such close attention to him and touching him so thoroughly had felt so surreal. It was so painful to be on his own and to finally have someone take note of him made him feel wanted for once.
Jack shook his head, thinking of how stupid he must sound. How vile of him for even thinking of the situation as anything but a mistake. He was a guardian now, he had to protect children from the dark. How crude of him for doing such things with the enemy, the one he was protecting the children from.
He wondered if the man in the moon knew of what he did. He must have. He always seemed to know of everything that went on between the spirits he created. If he knew though, why did he still decide to make Jack a guardian? That seems so twisted, Jack thought. Was it possible that the man in the moon wanted it to happen? That didn't make any sense to Jack.
Why would he want Jack Frost, a guardian, to have any kind of connection to Pitch Black?
Maybe there was something more to Pitch that the man in the moon knew of. Though Pitch was cruel, sly, malicious, corrupt, and just down right evil.. Jack did see something in Pitch that the other guardians didn't.
Pitch was lonesome. He wanted others to care for him.
Whether the attention he got from people was positive or negative, he longed for it. That time when Pitch reached out to Jack to join sides with him, he could see his desperation in his eyes.
He was like him. So tired of being alone and ignored by everyone around him. Simply wanting people to pay some kind of attention to him.
Pitch did not go about it the right way. Tormenting and scaring the children of the earth to make sure he was being seen. Causing grief around the world and especially with the guardians. Jack was completely against the lurid actions that Pitch had committed. Though in a way, he understood him.
A twinge of guilt felt to lay in Jack's stomach. He clutched at his hoodie in the place Pitch's hand once held his. Jack remembered what he had said to him in that moment they had in Antarctica.
"You don't understand me at all!" The phrase echoed in his head.
Pitch did understand him though. He was wanting Jack to form a companionship with him. He let his guard down and confessed to the feelings of being alone. Jack doubted that Pitch had ever opened up like that to another. What pain he must of felt when he had been rejected.
He wondered if he made the right decision in not siding with Pitch. What would have happened if he had just talked to Pitch and made him realize that he didn't have to be alone? Would all of the fighting and disturbance been prevented if Jack had simply stayed and listened to Pitch?
He knew of course that he made the right decision in not wanting to hurt all the kids that were already suffering from the Nightmares. Though he regretted not trying to understand Pitch's view on everything. He was trying to get through to Jack. He knew what it was like to be invisible and he wished for it to be over. Trying to connect with someone. Maybe if Jack had tried to listen to him he could have convinced him not to go through with his plan to destroy the guardians. There wouldn't have had to been such a feud between them and the children would've still believed in all of them.
But instead he ignored Pitch, the exact opposite of what Pitch needed. Of course the guardians and children were saved, but Pitch was left alone again.
"Was it all my fault?" Jack looked above to the moon that hid behind light clouds. "You let that.. that incident happen. Did you mean for that to happen? Did you want me to connect with Pitch?"
The moon simply stayed still without any response towards the icy spirit. "You could at least give me some kind of guidance now that you made me a guardian, come on." Jack kicked the snow beneath him, frustrated from the man in the moon.
"What am I supposed to do.. Apologize to the thing that tormented all the kids I'm supposed to protect?" Jack looked up to see that the clouds had drifted away from the moon, creating a more bright surrounding. Answering to Jack that he was indeed meant to go seek out Pitch.
Jack gaped at the sight "Are you kidding me? You really want me to go and seek out the guy that we were all trying to get rid of and say Sorry? And what just, kiss and make up?" The moon stayed put with its own luminous glow, clouds had moved away from it to keep a clear path for it.
"You can't be serious.." Jack mumbled, grabbing his staff to pull him up from where he was sitting. He looked down, his brows furrowed in disbelief. "And just how am I supposed to face him remembering that incident we had? What if he remembers that I left him there all.." Shaking his head at the thought. He still couldn't believe he let himself go to Pitch like that even for that amount of time.
The moon seemed to glimmer a bit more on the guardian, encouraging him to go and do as he asked. "Alright alright, I'll go just.. I still don't even understand why you of all people want this." Jack said, still unsure of the whole idea.
He looked back to the house to see that the child he had seen before was catching those first snowflakes on his tongue, his parents gleaming at him from the porch. "Shouldn't I be staying here and keeping the kids happy?"
The wind seemed to have been on the moon's side with this because it picked Jack high into the air, blowing through the guardian's snowy hair.
"Okay! I'm going, I'm going.. Jeez.." Jack took off to search for Pitch's lair. The wind whistling in his ear with the moonlight seeming to guide his way.