Chapter Two

Author's Note : Hello again. Guess I got the chapter down earlier, so…never mind. It doesn't matter. Nothing to say here.

Wait…I would like to thank the reviewers. Happy chapter to you all, and I will try to make less cliffhangers.

P.S. This might be a bit shorter than usual.

"What…what was that?" Tooth stuttered. Bunny had his paws—sorry, hands — over his sensitive ears. Sandy, for the first time, looked grim, and North was frowning until his creased brows were as wrinkled as a crumpled paper bag. "Whatever it is, we have to help them," the mute golden boy signed with his sparkling golden sand that he produced out of nowhere. Bunny was more cautious, though he was wary. "Woah, slow down, mate.I know we need to help that person, whoever he or she is, but we don't even—" he was interrupted by yet another horrible shriek coming from the east.

"Blast it. Let's move now," he changed his sentence, and literally hopped like a bunny towards the general direction of the scream. The three others followed, North holding his deadly double sabre swords he got for his sixteenth birthday, Sandy wielding his abnormally long but not to be underestimated sand whips he created out of his 'magical' sand (the other Guardians had no idea how he'd got an endless supply of golden sand, and how he weaved them into solid golden floating shapes), and lastly Tooth with her wings fluttering nervously, as if they had their own mind and were itching to go after the victim.

They walked slash raced after Bunny, just in time to hear some mild cussing from a very humiliated Easter Bunny on the ground.

"Watch your tongue!" Tooth squawked like a mother parrot at the grumbling Guardian.

"Aren't you lot more concerned at why a Guardian of all people would be on the ground?" a cold and chilling voice drawled, high up in the trees. "After all that I've heard off you, you don't really seem…at all the Guardians." this time, the voice echoed everywhere, forcing the Guardians to whirl around, only just realising they were standing at the edge of the feared Burgess pond. Sandy looked up and gasped, for a young boy who looked to be fourteen was staring at them, a smirk on his face. But what was startling was his dark, dark hair, inky and black as a night with no stars. It was streaked with crimson scarlet, the same shade of ruby blood. His skin was ashen and white, the pale sickish colour you saw on the skin of corpses. His eyes were pure black voids that sucked every good emotion, every drop of happiness, joy, wonder, hope and lots more. Everything…gone. The black eyes were malicious and evil, filled with hatred and death. No, his eyes were lifeless. Completely flat and emotionless without mercy. Striking horror and fear. The Guardians gasped as they saw him and his eyes. Tooth backed away slowly, eyes wide. North brandished his swords, Sandy prepared his whips, and Bunny placed a hand on his boomerangs. The boy only smiled, a smile full of evil. No, he was radiating evil, from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. "My, all the Guardians in the same place! A sight I'd thought I'd never see…" the boy said, swinging down from the tree. He sighed, as if in disappointment. "But, ah…how rude of me not to introduce myself. I am Jack Frost, at your service, Guardians," he gave them a mocking bow, sweeping his arms elegantly. It was then the Guardians noticed the shepherd crook he held, with a G shaped end. It was covered with glistening black crystals.

"Oh, hello Jack. Um, would you mind telling us if you've heard the screams from just now?" North asked, though his belly shouted at him to run away.

Jack gave him a sinister grin. "Of course I did."

North's throat was dry. "And would you telling us which direction did you hear it?"

Jack chuckled. "It would be my pleasure to help you, Guardians, in fact I saw what was going on,"

North had a bad feeling about this.

"Of course, how can I not know when that child's delightful screams comes right here?"

Author's Note : Well, that was that. Guess I got some inspiration down. Oh, and in case you were wondering, Gabriel (aka you know…), the piece of writing I was working on earlier at school was this exact story. I'm doing you a favor, and you know it.