Hi! I'm sorry it took me forever to do this update. But I use my mom's computer for this and I wasn't allowed to use unless my room was clean and then that got done and school, I'm gonna shut up now. By the way, this is just part one of the 2nd chapter.

Jack's POV (dream)

"Whooooo hooooo!" Bunny exclaimed. "We don't have to deal with that bludge anymore!" The others gave their whoops and hollers of agreement. "Who knew it would be that easy getting rid of him?" Tooth said. The four of them went on with their cheering. Jack felt like crying. He felt the tears prickle his eyes and some stays managed to get away. This is how they felt about his turning? They were happy he was gone? That's what they were happy about? It saddened him, but he also felt anger, that burning sensation that made him want to do the unthinkable. This is just a dream. It has to be. There's no way they are like this. But could it be real?

Jack's POV

Jack woke up in a sickly, warm sweat. He started to freak out, for he was not in a bed at North's or in a tree somewhere. He was on a cot in a dark room. Where am I? What happening? Slowly the last 24 hours came back to him. He sighed. He had hoped it was just a dream. The sun was just setting and he stayed down so the sun's last harmful rays won't get him. He looked around and saw that he wasn't alone. There were many other spirits Pitch had turned. But there was one that stuck out. She was large and hard to miss. She was making little dark sand sculptures and you can tell she was experienced. She looked as if she was turned long ago, like she gave up on turning back. She was Pitch's slave. As he looked he felt his faith start to slip. Something told him she had faith long ago and look how that turned out. As he was about to sit up, for the sun had finally gone down, he heard,

"Who the hell are you?" Jack looked up and saw a girl who looked like him, hard yellow eyes, night dark hair, and pale gray skin. The girl gave a sigh of exasperation. "Well, you gonna answer the damn question?" she asked.

"Jack Frost" he answered. "What's it to you?"

"I have a right to know your damn name. Mine's Amy." She said. Other spirits had gathered around and started saying

"Pitch finally did it." Jack looked around and wondered what they were talking about and felt a cool breeze blow across his chest. Looking down he realized that he was still wearing his bloody ripped up hoodie. Of course he wasn't still bleeding but it still probably looked weird. Amy looked down at him as well and burst out laughing.

"You're the one Pitch wanted so bad?!" she said as she tried to catch her breath. Jack was confused. "You ain't the strongest looking guy. He went through all this trouble, to find you and stuff, and that's what you look like?"

"Ok. First off, I'm not a fucking scrawny kid! Second, I'm confused about why that son of a bitch wants me? What did I do to him?" Jack was taken aback from his words. Those words weren't even in his vocabulary. Yet, he had just used him. He was a guardian and the last he checked, guardians don't cuss. Suddenly the room grew quiet and Pitch walked in.

"Hello, slaves." Instantly Jack and Amy forgot about the argument, ready to obey Pitch's every command. "Jubilee. You are to show Jack how things are done." The girl from before, the one who caused his faith to slip, turned around and nodded. The one who had given up hope.

There you go! Sorry for shortness, but like I said, it's only part one. Part two will come later on today, if I have time. Remember to review, It keeps this 12 year old happy!

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