Chapter Four (the real one, not the author's note one)
Yes, I know I didn't update…So here we go. A chapter for wonderful Jack Frost.
Pitch waved at Jack, and the black crimson haired boy came over, and glared at the four Guardians, making them shrink a little as he marched them away, bringing them into the deepest and darkest part of Pitch's lair—the dungeon specially made to trap them, it seemed.
After throwing them in, Jack grinned a feral grin, and bolted the door thrice, then stood outside, motionless, as the Guardians could see from the bars.
"Pitch is very clever, he sent that lass knowing we won't hurt him," North whispered, equivalent to normal volume to the others.
Bunny snorted. "Didn't you see the dark look in his eyes, North? He's corrupted, mate, and we can't do a thing about that."
"What do you propose? Leave him in that state? We are Guardians, we are responsible for bringing joy to children. Perhaps Jack is just brainwashed or something by Pitch—" Tooth suggested, but was broken off by Bunny saying, "We've never seen or heard of him before, sheila, be realistic!"
Sandy waved to get everyone's attention. Nobody noticed, of course. Grumbling (in his mind), he yanked at the trailing end of North's costume, and he turned to see Sandy. "What is it?"
Italics mean sign language.
"Calm down. Jack is listening."
Everyone turned to look at the pale boy, who was leaning on the bars, smirking at them. "How nice of you to discuss my origins," he said, folding his arms. "You know, if you guessed correct, I will aid in helping you escape."
Three of four Guardians gasped. "Are you sure about that?" Tooth asked, and Bunny smacked her on the arm. "He's offering help if we play his game, Tooth, don't you get it?" Turning to Jack, his eyes narrowed, he then said,"You must be pretty confident about that, then."
Jack widened his eyes innocently, and if not for the sadistic gleam in his eye, the Guardians would've thought he was a normal kid. Minus the looks. "If I do say so. If you guessed correct, then you will escape, I can guarantee that. If not, then…"his eyes grew more malicious by the second, and the Guardians shivered from both the cold that radiated from him and the pure darkness in his voice, "Then I will get to play with you before Pitch turns you, really, really slowly. And trust me, it won't be pretty." His icy gaze passed over the Guardians, before he sat down, cross-legged and casual. "So, you will get to ask me five yes no questions in total. After that, you will need to guess. And I promise I am telling you the truth. "
"I'll go first," Tooth said. "Uh, Jack…were you born with the black and crimson hair?"
"Nope. I'll be extra nice, and give you some more information : I had brown hair and white hair before." The Guardians looked at each other, confused, save Sandy, who had a look of thoughtfulness on his face.
"I'll be second, if that's all right for you guys?" Bunny asked, then after receiving nods of yes, he said, "Are you corrupted, or were you born this way?"
"You do know that isn't a yes no question, right?"
Silence.
A sign. "Ah, alright then. I was corrupted. I certainty wasn't born this way."
"I'll go next. Jack…are you human or not?"
The others gasped, except for Jack, who studied Sandy. "As a matter of fact, Sandman, I am not human. I was."
The Guardians gasped again, excluding Sandy, who looked like he anticipated the answer.
"We should let Sandy ask again, should we?" North said, and Tooth and Bunny agreed.
Sandy considered. "Are you older than three hundred years old?"
Jack tilted his head. "Yes. But just barely."
"Jack, can we have a second…to discuss our options? After that, North will ask his question and we will guess."
"Of course. In fact, I am generous, so you can have an entire two minutes to discuss whatever you need to discuss." Jack waved them away.
The Guardians huddled together. 'So, he's not human, which means he might be a vengeful ghost—"
"Tooth, are you off your rocket? He's obviously a dark spirit, like Pitch!"
"No. Listen. He said he was corrupted, which means he was a good spirit before Pitch turned him. He dropped a lot of hints actually, indicating he is controlled by Pitch and his Nightmares. We have to find a way to let him remember his old spirit life."
North nodded. "Yes, Sandy. I'll—"
"Time's up, Guardians, unfortunately," Jack called, and they walked to the bars. He winked. 'By the way, you should trust what you've come up with."
"Anyway…last question, North!"
"Did you have any siblings?"
Jack's eyes flickered, for the briefest moment, into a clear, crystal blue like rippling ice, filled with mischief. White started to creep across the black red hair. Sandy took note of it.
"Yes. One sister. Her name…her name was Emma. The sweetest girl you could've ever imagined. Two more sisters, and on more brother afterwards. One of my other sisters was bright and fiery, the other a Daughter of the Sun. And my brother was a dragon tamer, started off scrawny, but ended up as the first dragon tamer, and the rider of a Night Fury." This time, icy blue completely claimed Jack's soulless black eyes, and white covered his entire head, overtaking the black and red. In a matter of seconds, a completely different person stood in front of them, a fourteen year old boy with snowy white hair, and playful ice blue eyes. A wooden staff, patterned with blue frost fern patterns that swirled, was in his grip.
The others were taken aback with his transformation.
Then he spoke. It was light and cheerful, without malicious intent. "Well, turns out you guessed who I am. Congratulations, Guardians!"
The world went black.
A longer (not really) chapter for all readers. I suppose this story is gonna end soon…not. There's still the confrontation with Pitch. Well, I'll be back with more. Until next time!