A/N; Chapter length varies but it will be minimun 1000 words. Anyhow, this is good, around 2,000 and I LOVE PITCH BLACK. I loved him in the other movie and I wanted him back. I feel really sorry for Pitch as well. He's a cool dynamic character and well...on with the fanfiction and conjecture!
"Oi, what are we doing just sitting around here for, eh mate?" The Easter Bunny thumped his foot impatiently, paws crossed across his chest, as he glared at the center of the floor where the stone had retreated a day ago. Santa looked to the Tooth Fairy and back at the Easter Bunny. The sun was in the sky, but no one was enjoying it. They were all worried for Jack.
"All we can do, is wait..." The Tooth Fairy flitted over to the irritated hopper.
"Wait? Wait for what? The beagle? Fireworks? No, I say, we face the man in the moon and get him to take us to Jack," The Easter Bunny growled, drawing himself to his full height, and pointing at the ground.
"...The Man in the Moon must have his reasons..." Santa began and the bunny snorted.
"You know, I thought the kid was a brat, but the Man in the Moon won't even tell us why he has to do this alone!" the bunny threw his paws up in the air.
"...Ohhh...Jackie boy isn't...here?" A cold velvety tone purred from behind the Guardians. They all gasped. Swirling, they all came face to face with Pitch. He looked the same as ever, however, he leaned against the rails, and the Yettis below were all being restrained by the smoky shadows he controlled. Santa instantly pulled out a water gun and brandished it menacingly at Pitch.
"That's as far as you go, Pitch!" Santa boomed.
Pitch quirked one of his perfectly dark brows. "Oh is it, now?" He moved aside, and the Guardians gasped. Under pitch, was an unconcious Jamie.
"Jamie!" The guardians gasped. They instantly tensed even more than they were before.
"Let the boy go," The Easter Bunny brandished his boomerangs menacingly. Pitch held up his hands.
"Oh, no, I plan to..." he looked at the center of the floor hungrily. "In exchange for destroying the moonstone you possess," Pitch added silkily.
"You should be collecting dust, where you belong!" The Easter Bunny's face drew into a menacing hiss as he growled. Pitch waved a hand easily, and Jamie was lifted in the air, much to the appall of the others.
"Listen, I don't have beef with any of you- at least, not anymore," Pitch said silkily, as he glided up into the air. "I...have changed this past decade. I am not as strong as I used to be, correct, after all, kids are...moving from the period where...they get scared of the Boogie Man. However, even Adults are scared of the dark..." Pitch snapped his fingers and the lights in Santa's entire North Pole went pitch black. The Guardians were furious, not afraid of pitch, they knew his tricks, and they were ready -well, as ready as they could be without Jack. However, Pitch did have Jamie.
"Let the boy go! He's not a part of this!" The Tooth Fairy cried, flitting near Pitch. Pitch easily dodged her attempt to punch him, and tugged Jamie along with him as though he were a chew toy.
"Oh, but he is," Pitch laughed darkly. "You see...has it ever occurred to you...that he can still see me? Hear me?"
The other guardians looked at each other perplexed. "What's that got to do with anything, you heartless piece of-"
"Bunny!" The Tooth Fairy gasped ruefully. "Not in front of the elves." The elves all blinked suddenly at the Easter Bunny a tad comically.
The Easter Bunny growled. "Oi...Oi...I get it...cripes..." he grumbled. He however kept his boomerangs raised. "You aren't getting the stone, you hear me?"
Pitch rubbed his hands together, keeping distance from the three guardians in middair. Jamie floated in front of him, wrapped up in the smoky darkness. "I will have the stone though...and I know that...it is against your very nature to sacrifice a life, no matter how small...or insignifigant...you will give me what I want...or...the boy dies..." Pitch cackled evilly.
"How'd you get strong enough to get past...to get past my Yettis." Santa was weary and he knew something was up. He was one of the oldest Guardians. He knew Pitch...back when they used to be Friends. Pitch quirked a brow at Santa.
"Oh, my dear old friend," he snickered, "You should know how, most of all, I'm tenacious! You said so yourself!" He cackled.
The Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy looked to Santa puzzled. "What's he mean...old friend?" The Easter Bunny's nose twitched. Santa's heart sank. He didn't want to reveal what he knew. He cleared his throat.
"He's crazy," Santa pointed to Pitch, "Jamie can see us because he still believes!"
"Ah, but he thinks you abandoned him!" Pitch cackled.
"Santa...we haven't seen Jamie for 10 years..." The Tooth Fairy said puzzled. Santa turned to her.
"My dear fairy, you must know, that we leave behind something far greater..." Santa said, a twinkle in his eye.
"Well, we bring happiness to children..." The Tooth Fairy said.
Santa turned to Pitch and glared at him, "Not only that, we bring, Faith and Hope..."
As he spoke, Pitch mimicked Santa's mouth movements with heavy disdain and mockingness. "Enough with this sugar n' spice crap...this...sugar plum crap," he purred, wrapping Jamie up in a black cocoon before the eyes of the Guardians. "...This boy...is 18, a ripe age to stop believing, and yet a part of him still does. There are always adults who truly believe, as though they were children again...and it seems this particular Bennett has clung to this cavity-decaying sweet faith and hope that you love to spout..." Pitch snorted with contempt. "What tickles me...is that he still thinks I'm real...you getting my drift?"
The Guardians watched him silently, not sure what Pitch was getting at. Pitch smiled darkly. He snapped his fingers and suddenly there were seven animals, shadow creatures, that advanced on the guardians. They were as follows, a boar, a hawk, a bull, a menacing shadow hound, a black panther, a bear, and a wolf. "I wondered how one little boy had the power to...stop me...when not even the Guardians, when not even Jack had the power...but now I realize...it's in his blood..."
"To stop crazy bats like you?" The Easter Bunny glowered.
"No...to meddle...to cause...trouble..." Pitch laughed loudly, floating above his shadow creatures as they all surrounded the guardians, each having a different color pair of eyes. The Tooth Fairy suddenly gasped.
"I figured it out!" She tittered in horror. The other two looked at her. "These...these aren't just random creatures...they're...their eyes..." She stared at Pitch in horror. "What have you been up to, Pitch!?"
"Crikey, fill me in," The Easter Bunny growled.
"Allow me, " Pitch smirked, " Say hello to ...The Seven Deadly Sins...They're the Anti-Guardians..."
"You mean to strike humanity itself!" Santa boomed in horror. Pitch clapped his hands gleefully.
"Oh, Cherry-nose, you got it!" He cackled. "Jamie boy here may have stopped me with his "willpower" but just as it nearly destroyed me...I got to thinking...he won't be young forever, so I bided my time..."
"You never went into hiding...you just waited till Jamie turned eighteen!" Santa's eyes widened.
Pitch clapped his hands again. "Very good, I see the trained circus of the moon knows how to think for themselves~"
"What does him turning 18 accomplish for you, you codfish," the Easter Bunny snapped.
"Oh...I'm so glad the Furry asked," Pitch said gleefully. The bunny's ears twitched in annoyance.
"I am not nor will I ever be, a furry!" he snapped, chucking his boomerang from anger at Pitch. The other guardians gasped, because angering pitch while the poor boy was still hovering in mid-air was something they were trying to avoid.
"My, my," Pitch tutted, "Temper, temper..."
"Pitch...you can't go for adults!" Santa boomed, glaring at Pitch. "You know that will upset the balance...not just for us, but for you!"
Pitch cackled though. "Oh... me and the new...Anti-Guardians don't care for your petty humanity. It was a man after all, who stuck me the way I am today!" Pitch's eyes flashed as his voice dripped vehement acrid rage.
"Pitch! For the last time, let Jamie go!" Santa boomed, stepping forward boldly, his hands drawn to his sides into fists. His eyes met Pitch's and Pitch narrowed his own glinting eyes at the big man in red.
"Let me think about that...hmmm...I don't feel like it!" He cackled patting the shadow coccoon. Jamie began to stir, and it was apparent that he was holding something but he was moving softly and slowly so Pitch didn't notice. He was too wrapped up in his gloating at having surrounded the guardians with his new pets.
"The Seven Deadly Sins...those aren't fairy tales or legends!" The Easter Bunny snapped.
"Ah...but Religion can be another form of faith, my dear boy," Pitch tutted. "As I thought about it...I realized...plenty of people who pray...or heavens forbid, believe in the great mighty old Saint Nick, would set aside their...child-like beliefs one day for more...ah...mature ones...and as I mused in my hole...I realized...I could draw from the negative emotions...I thought I was just here to bring darkness...but I realize now, that darkness has many forms... I will turn humanity on itself with this faith you speak of..." Pitch swirled in the air. The darkness surrounded him and the animals let out their growls and Pitch floated to the ground, and held out his hand. "As I said...the stone and I may...just...reconsider..."
Suddenly, something hit him in the back of his head. He hissed, turning around. one of the boomerangs had hit him in the back of his head. "Not today, Pitch!" Jamie declared, and he stood on top of the darkness as the boomerang moved back to his hand. The Easter Bunny smirked.
"Ah...I should have kept better track of that damn rabbit's toys..." Pitch hissed, rubbing his head. He had never questioned why he didn't see the boomerang return to The Easter Bunny's hand. The shadow creatures snarled and lunged at the Guardians, cueing this as fight time. The Guardians fought valiantly and Jamie hopped to the ground, doing a ground roll and thanking his karate classes for something that actually did end up helping him, and he straightened up to his full height which for the time being, was about the same as Jack's maybe half an inch shorter.
"Impossible..." Pitch hissed. "You..." his eyes went sharp. "...No matter...I can smell it...your fear..." he glided over to Jamie and Jamie swung at him with his boomerang, and yes, Jamie WAS scared. However, he was also mad at Pitch.
"Back!" Jamie snarled.
"Oh my..." Pitch tutted, holding up his hands as the boy continued to swing at him with the boomerang, " Don't deny it...your fear is one of the most...precious of them all..."
"What sort of fear would THAT be!?" The Easter Bunny snarled, as he caused the panther to face-plant. It hissed as it went up in smoke. Pitch turned away with a hiss, and narrowed his eyes. Apparently Pitch still had a bit more power-gaining to do. The Easter Bunny looked triumphant.
"Haha, Take that you!" The Easter Bunny swung at the bull next. However, Santa and The Tooth Fairy were able to subdue all of the deadly sins. They all poofed much to Pitch's annoyance. However, one remained. It slunk over Santa and suddenly, Santa fell asleep.
"Santa!" The Tooth Fairy exclaimed. She ran over with The Easter Bunny.
"I'm...tired...so lazy..." Santa said, drawling and yawning. The Tooth Fairy tried to find the last deadly sin but it wasn't to be found.
"Crikey, it went IN him," The Easter Bunny said aghast. He shared a look of horror with the Tooth Fairy. Pitch cackled and whirled on Jamie.
"Your fear...oh how it beckons to me...like a finely aged wine..." Pitch menacingly stalked closer. Jamie tried to punch Pitch. Pitch caught his fist and yanked the boy nose to nose with him. "The fear...of Growing Up."