I just love all the reviews. I was impressed when I updated last time at all the review I had. So yeah, I was excited so I started on the next chapter right away. Even though I updated again really later than I expected, for which I'm sorry, but I got sick which kind of stopped me from being able to write. I also had Higuchimon suggest that I try to do it from Baby Tooth's view of point, so the beginning is from her point of view. I've read several stories were bad stuff happens to the characters, and I still wanted to keep reading, so I get what you mean Litji ;). Wait, does that make me a mean person? Haha, anyways here's the chapter.
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything.
Her eyes stared at the spot where he had been a moment ago blankly. She could still see the ghost of his smile. It lingered in her mind, his smile haunting her for the rest of her life. It was meant to reassure her, to a certain extent comfort her. Instead all it did was agitate her, made her feel guilty. He was the one that was hurt, both physically, and mentally, yet here he was trying to comfort her, when in reality she was the one that least needed comforting compared to him.
While she had gotten kidnapped and shoved into a cage, that was nothing compared to what had happened to him. She hadn't, couldn't turn a blind eye to the horrifying state he was. He was covered in bruises, and not to mention completely filthy. Her heart had stopped when she first saw him. For a moment she had thought her mind was playing a trick on her. When she realized that it wasn't a trick she wanted it to be a nightmare. A horrible one, but then his eyes had widened and he had taken a step backwards before disappearing.
He had left her flabbergasted. What was a kid doing down here? Who was he? Had Pitch done that to him? An unusual rage stirred within her. How could Pitch do that to a mere child? Could he have really fallen that low? To the point of harming an innocent child like that? The more she thought about it the more she got confused. It couldn't be a normal human, a human couldn't have survived that long. He also wouldn't have been able to see her.
After all how could he believe in her? What reason was there for him to believe in her? That left her with the sudden realization that he was a spirit. Another terrifying thought came to her mind. How long had he been here? She shuddered at how long he had been stuck down here. He was barely a child.
Underneath all the grime and dirt she could see how young he was. And underneath all the pain and misery she could see the innocence that only a child could possess. An innocence that was slowly deterring under all the cruelty he was receiving. She clinched her fist as the image of him suddenly freezing, his face twisting into one of fear. How someone could look that terrified of somebody? His face radiated pure fear. She had felt it along with all the others, a chill that made her shiver slightly. Followed by a dark presence that fell on them, choking them with the darkness that accompanied him.
When Pitch finished talking to him, that's when he had smiled at her. Pitch of course had noticed the action. She could feel his dark intentions as he observed her. She was trying her best to ignore it acting instead like she didn't notice it or care. Right now she was doing everything she could not to turn and stare at him. After a couple of moments she saw him move. The movement making her head snap to the side automatically.
She instantly regretted it, as Pitch was walking closer to where she was. His footsteps made a soft thump on the floor as he strolled forward without a care. His yellow eyes were locked on her, not faltering even when she nervously fluttered her feathers. For a moment she debated whether to move away to where Pitch couldn't see her. No, she decided, she was going to stand her ground. She wasn't about to shrink away from him.
He stopped, his eyes still trained on her. Lazily, he summoned more sand that appeared circling around him as it formed the appearance of a Nightmare. With a swift motion it came galloping in the air towards the cage she was in. For a second she froze, her eyes widening slightly before she snapped back to her senses, just as the Nightmare barged through the middle of the bars. All the fairies around her rapidly started to fly around in panic.
The Nightmare ignored all the fairies fluttering around, instead making its way to her. She glared at it as it snorted, stomping its foot angrily. Its smooth muscles tightened as it readied to spring forward. With a neigh it sprang forward. She jumped out of its way as its teeth barely missed her. It quickly turned around trying to snap at her again. She managed to slip into the crowd, losing herself in between all the fairies that looked like her.
For a moment it worked. The Nightmare looked around trying to spot her. It neighed again before thrusting forward straight to where she was. She yelped in surprise as it grabbed her wings pulling her harshly. The horse bit down a bit harder making her squirm in pain. She could see all the other fairies had noticed that she was in its hold. With a cry they lunged forward attacking it. For a moment it looked like they were going to defeat it but then four other Nightmare's appeared.
The one holding her raised its legs up before flying out of the cage while the other ones cornered the rest of the fairies. The Nightmare stopped in front of Pitch who was staring at her with a twisted smile. "Perfect." He simply said. With a wave of his hand she was being lifted into the air again. She let out another cry as her vision was overcome with blackness. She couldn't see anything, she could only that something was wrapping around her.
Tighter and tighter around her body to the point where she couldn't breathe. She choked trying to get air. She struggled but whatever was wrapped around her got even tighter. The only thing she could do was open her mouth like a fish that was out of the water. Her lungs and throat burned with the lack of oxygen. She tried to squirm again as a last ditch effort. Her efforts started to lessen as her strength faded. Her mouth closed as her mind started to shut down. She sagged against the bounds with one final twitch.
The cool air hit his skin as he stood his ground. His eyes alert for any tiny movement that would indicate an attack. His muscles tense waiting for the Nightmares to attack. His ears twitching at the slightest noises. The Guardians around him were also tense waiting. The air was thick filled with the anticipation of a fight. The defining silence did nothing to calm his beating heart. His fingers gripped the smooth texture of his boomerangs. It comforted him to feel them in his hands ready to be launched at any moment.
Making sure they were prepared to be flung he steadied them. He waited. Just when he thought that Pitch wouldn't stick his head out a Nightmare whizzed right past his head. He snapped his head to the side, dodging the attack by a couple of centimeters. With practiced ease he shot out his boomerang. It flew through the air, before slicing through the Nightmare. He stuck his hand out, the boomerang coming back only to go flying out again as more Nightmares resurfaced.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see all the other Guardians were also engaging in the fight. His leg went up kicking a Nightmare, twisting his body in the air he snatched his boomerang out of the air. He groaned slightly as he saw the giant mass of black Nightmares that clouded the sky, but he didn't get to ponder on the sight as he jumped over a Nightmare, flipping in the air before hitting it with his legs.
He continued throwing his boomerangs with deadly precision, while sometimes issuing kicks, and punches. His muscles started to ache slightly at the continuous use. With a shaky breath he ignored the ache and kept on fighting. It seemed no matter how many Nightmares he took down three would take its place. He groaned, frustrated at the little process they were making. It seemed that the Nightmares were overpowering them.
They kept coming out of every shadow, slithering up the walls, across the floor, before jumping out and attacking them. He chucked his boomerang out as he saw a Nightmare creeping up on North. It slashed through it before coming back to him. North turned around at the sound, before realizing what had happened. He nodded thanking him before he continued cutting through the mass of horses.
They continued like this sometimes it was one of the other Guardians that would save him from a Nightmare that was creeping up on him. After fighting his way through he was back to back with North. "Bunny, there's too many of them, were being overwhelmed. At this rate were going to be defeated." North yelled out, his voice strained as he held back a couple of Nightmares with his swords. Bunny nodded, eliminating the ones North was holding back.
"I know that! Pitch hasn't even appeared either." He responded as he threw an egg at a horde of Nightmares. While he was fighting he noticed that Pitch hadn't shown up. He wasn't one to miss the opportunity to see them close to being defeated. But his usual spot was absent. The lack of the Nightmare King was unsettling. Bunny knew that he was plotting something. He could feel it. With a kick a Nightmare disappeared where it had been trying to attack him. Something about these Nightmares felt off.
They were stronger than they should be. With the lack of believers Pitch had his Nightmares weren't supposed to be this strong, not even with the small amount of believers Tooth had lost. He couldn't place what was making them so strong, it was as if Pitch had power from the beginning, and right now he was starting to gain more. Now that he thought about it the whole fight felt off.
"North, you've noticed that the Nightmares are stronger than they should be?" He asked. North frowned for a moment, pondering over the new question that he had asked. "Now that you mention it, yes they are quite stronger than they should be." North answered him. It didn't add up. Bunny frowned looking towards the other two Guardians who were fighting. Tooth was up in the air slashing through Nightmare after Nightmare with her wings.
Even though it wasn't noticeable to anyone who didn't know what they were looking for he could tell that she was getting tired. Her shoulders were starting to sag slightly, her breath was coming out in stronger and sharper puffs. Next to her Sandy was the one that seemed to be less affected out of them all. He was higher above, surrounded in a golden cloud. He was viciously swinging his whips around destroying all the Nightmares around him. He noticed his gaze on him, and smiled back, tilting his head slightly to the side.
Bunny snorted. "Bloody, show pony." He muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched up. With a rush of energy he started fighting again. After a while he noticed that the Nightmares finally seemed to be dwelling down. As he threw his boomerang he felt a shiver go down his back. He turned around in time to see Pitch appear. His eyes narrowed as he saw the giant horde of Nightmares that were surrounding Sandy. Floating a mere couple of feet away from him was Pitch, in his hands an arrow was starting to form.
Without second thought he swung his boomerang desperately hoping it would hit Pitch or at least distract him. At the same time he yelled out. "Tooth! Go help Sandy!" Tooth who had just finished defeating a Nightmare turned around at his yell. Her eyes went up to where Sandy was before darting towards him. His boomerang, while it hadn't managed to hit Pitch it managed to delay him for a second or two, as he merely waved his hand up, making a shield of sand where his weapon simply bounced off.
He watched it fall to the ground limply. With a jump he rushed towards it, covering the ground easily. He picked it up, jumping on a ladder that was connected to the building before jumping onto North's sleigh. He steadied himself as it started flying upwards to where Tooth was trying to fight off Pitch. Sandy seemed to have noticed what was happening, and was trying to fight off the sward of Nightmares, but to no avail.
As they got closer he kept throwing his boomerangs out, but his main focus was on Tooth. Pitch was overpowering her. His face held a twinge of annoyance but it mostly reflected a humorous look. The arrow was gone replaced by a scythe that he was now wielding. He was swinging it with deadly accuracy trying to catch Tooth. She kept dodging but every time it got closer and closer. Each time he swung Bunny would tense up, always afraid it would manage to hit her.
Just as they got closer she swung trying to land a hit on him. With stunning speed he twisted the scythe that he was swinging the other way towards her. Bunny's eyes widened as he realized that she wouldn't be able to dodge it.
It happened in slow motion. The scythe came cutting through the air before slicing into Tooth's side. A gasp came from both North, and Bunny, just as Tooth opened her mouth. A scream filled the air, full of pain, making everybody freeze for a moment. The scythe after slicing through her side disappeared. Tooth's wings stopped fluttering behind her, lying limp on her back. Her head rolled back as she started falling out of the sky.
Before she could fall towards the ground, Pitch snatched her by the neck. Tooth's hands went up clawing weakly at the fingers that were crushing her windpipe. Pitch sneered curling his fingers around her throat. Tooth struggled but Pitch simply dropped a hand, holding her with only one. After a moment he loosened his grip, staring at North, and him. Pitch seemed to ponder for a moment, before throwing Tooth into the air.
By that time he was close enough to throw his boomerangs at him. He didn't watch what Pitch did as he jumped from the sleigh. For a moment he paled feeling the lack of ground, before he saw Tooth falling. He brought his arms in front, his fingers grazing her. He could feel the air as it seemed to scream in his ears. Just a bit more, he thought stretching out even more. His fingers brushed against her but this time he managed to grab her.
He clung onto her. He was still falling but at least she was safe. Positioning himself so he would land first he placed her on his chest. He gently tapped her face. Her eyes fluttered as she fought to open them. She managed to open them long enough to make eye contact with him. Her eyes were clouded with pain, but she managed a weak smile. "Don't worry Sheila, we'll take care of you." Staying awake enough to hear what he was saying she passed out. Her head rolled slightly before falling onto his chest. He swallowed his panic and pressed his hand on her side trying to stop the stem of blood.
The blood seeped through his fingers at an alarming rate. He ignored it at the moment and instead closed his eyes as he realized that he was nearing the ground. He braced himself for the pain that was going to come, instead something wrapped around him and Tooth. Bunny's eyes snapped open. He let out a breath as he saw Sandy's sand wrapped around them protectively. They hung in the air swinging violently until Sandy steadied the sand.
He helped North hoist Tooth up into the sleigh. Sandy extended his hand, which Bunny took gratefully. Once they were all in the sleigh he slumped against it trying to catch his breath, and ignore the fact that he had almost crashed into the ground from several feet above ground. Sandy placed a hand on his shoulder, making him look up. A question mark formed above his head. He nodded. "I'm fine, how's Tooth?"
He got up walking to where North was trying to direct the reindeer and take care of Tooth at the same time. He took Tooth from North and placed her on the floor gently. Sandy immediately sprinkled sand over her head. While he did that Bunny took a roll of bandages he had in his pouch and wrapped her side. Blood immediately soaked the bandage staining it red. Sandy placed his hand on the bandages keeping pressure on it. He nodded at him.
"Hold on everyone!" North warned them. Bunny grabbed the edge of the railing. His other hand was holding onto Tooth's legs, he knew Sandy would hold onto Tooth's upper body. With a throw of his arm North let go of a globe. The sleigh passed through the vortex, before appearing near The North again. Bunny feeling less nauseous looked over at Sandy, and Tooth. His hand was still on the injury. "I did not think Pitch would have fallen to something so low." North's voice cut through the silence.
Bunny nodded. "He crossed the line before with taking Jack, but he overdid it with Tooth." He stated. He looked down at himself. Suddenly noticing the blood that was smeared across his fur. It covered his chest and arm. Half of him was covered with red.
Tooth's blood.
There was snow everywhere, coating everything with white, making everything glitter. He stepped forward immediately feeling something slick underneath his feet. He looked down. He was standing on a frozen lake. He frowned. What was he doing here? He couldn't remember how he got here. He shrugged instead choosing to enjoy the landscape. He moved his arms to put them behind his back. Stopping he noticed that he had his staff in his hand. His eyebrows knitted in confusion.
The staff, it felt so normal, but he swore it felt like he hadn't carried it in years. He balanced it in his hand before twirling it. He let out a chuckle as it twirled around naturally. Just as he was beginning to relax he heard footsteps coming his way. He looked up as Bunny approached him. He wanted to smile but Bunny's expression made him falter. Instead he nodded his head towards him. Bunny didn't acknowledge him.
He kept stomping on until he was directly in front of him. He flinched at the close proximity, but otherwise stayed still. The trees shook as the wind ruffled his hair back. "So what's up?" He asked, nervously fidgeting with his staff. "What's up?" Bunny repeated the question, somehow managing to make it sound like he had just asked the stupidest question. He gulped nodding slightly. He let his bangs fall in front of his eyes as he looked down, staring at a gleam coming from the lake.
He let out a gasp as he received a hard shove to the chest. Stumbling back he tripped falling straight on his bottom. He looked up at Bunny with wide eyes, disbelieve clear in his eyes. His mouth opened trying to form words but it all came out jumbled. "Wha-Y-You-Why?" He finally managed to choke out a question. Bunny's face contorted into one of rage, as Jack got up. Finally gathering some courage he approached Bunny.
"What's wrong with you? Why did you push me?' He demanded. This time Bunny responded by snatching his staff out of his hand. "Hey! That's mine give it back!" He yelled, trying to snatch his staff out of his hand, instead Bunny gave him a hard kick, making him double over as all the air got knocked out of him. He huffed, raising his blurry eyesight up at Bunny. Betrayal was written all over his face. Bunny merely snorted. "You have the nerve to ask what's wrong. After what you did, you would think you would have at least had the decency to apologize?"
Jack stared at him dumbfounded. His hand still clutching his stomach, he managed to stand up. He had no idea what he was talking about. What did he mean by what he had done? What did he have to apologize for? He hadn't done nothing. "W-What," He caught his breathe, "Are you talking about? What did I do?" He asked. It only made Bunny more furious. He grabbed his staff before throwing it into the forest. He gasped his hand shooting out to try and stop him, but it was too late.
He watched his beloved staff fly into the air, before crashing into the trees, falling on to the ground with a thump. "No!" He glared at Bunny before lunging at him. Bunny easily dodged the attack bringing his knee up hitting him in the stomach again. He let out a cry falling to the ground, with a sickening crack his chin the solid ice. He didn't get a chance to grab his hurt chin, as Bunny fell on top of him. He grabbed his arm, ignoring all his struggles, and protests.
He held his arm in a hold, his knee digging into his back. His face was smashed against the ice, his cheek that was smothered against the ice ached. "You killed those kids Jack." He hissed into his ear. He immediately stopped struggling. His eyes widened as he processed what Bunny had just told him. What? That couldn't be possible. He had never killed anybody. "You killed them. You kill everything. Anything you ever have is destroyed, you can't love anything because your heart is frozen."
"That's-that's not true!" He yelled back, desperately trying to ignore what he was saying. "They were just innocent children. They had done nothing wrong. They were barely starting to live their lives, before that was stripped from them." He tried to shut out everything, to imagine that he wasn't saying that. It just couldn't be true. "Their bodies were frozen, frostbite all over them, with frozen tears were on their cheeks. But the biggest thing was that there was a snowflake over their chest."
"That wasn't me! I could never kill a child!" He cried out. Sure he was Jack Frost the bringer of winter, but that didn't mean he would go around killing children just for the fun of it. "Oh, but you do. What do you think winter symbolizes? It means death, it kills everything, and ends everything! You're the meaning of death. Your powers are a curse."
"Stop!" He choked out. He could feel his eyes starting to water.
"People freeze, people are killed in blizzards, and in ice. Now tell me Jack Frost," He spat out his name as if he was tasting something foul, "Did you think killing those children was fun?"
He was sobbing now. Tears were rolling down his face, falling to the ground in soft splatters. Bunny growled pulling his arm back with a jerk. He let out a sob of pain. "You don't deserve to cry, you piece of scum!" He tried to stop, he did, but the hiccup escaped his lips. Bunny's face turned darker as he pulled his arm back with all the force he had. A loud pop was heard followed by a scream of pain. "Now tell me was that fun?" Laughter was heard, accompanied by sobbing, filling the air with a haunting melody.
A whimper escaped his lips as he shot up. He looked around, his heart accelerating when he didn't recognize where he was. Seeing nothing but black his breath got even harsher. A sharp pain in his side let him let out a choked yell. His hands went to his side like in his nightmare. He forced himself to take steady breaths. After a moment he was able to calm his breathing.
Now that the panic had faded his ribs were pulsing. He let out a shaky breath. Instead of ignoring the pain, he welcomed it, embraced it. It helped him from going into another panic attack. He trembled slightly as he remembered what Bunny had said. He scooted until his back touched the wall. He tried to ignore the way his lip was starting to tremble. His eyes started to swell up with water before cascading down his pale cheeks.
He couldn't shake the words he had said to him away. He would never kill anyone. Especially a child, that like Bunny had said was innocent, and was barely starting to live their lives. He shivered remembering his last words. "Now tell me was that fun?" A thought entered his mind as he thought about Pitch.
Did he think hurting him was fun?
I'm done! As always I appreciate the reviews that I get. Since I probably won't update after Thanksgiving, I want to say Happy Thanksgiving! Well, until next time.