UPDATED CHAPTER! I noticed how badly written the chapter was and I went back and edited it. There's no big changes I just fixed a lot of the mistakes there were.

I already had this idea in my head for a while I just couldn't get it out of my head. So I decided to give it a go. I'm not really sure where this story is going but I just had to get it out of my head. I'm sure that's happened to a lot of people. Anyways I'll try to update as soon as possible and hopefully you'll enjoy it. Maybe if you like it you'll leave a review? It's my first story so I'm excited to see where this go.

This first chapter is during the blizzard of '68.

Rated T, for violence, and mistreatment. I don't think there's going to be any language and if there is it'll only be like one word. Read at your discretion. There will be abuse, but not anything sexual.

Disclaimer: I don't own ROTG or make any profit from this.

Flashbacks/memories

Been a long time. Blizzard of 68, I believe? Easter Sunday wasn't it?

Snow littered the ground covering it in a heavy amount. Trees sparkled in the sunlight. Lakes were frozen, making it the perfect ice ring. The sight was beautiful, a winter wonderland, if it wasn't for the fact that there wasn't supposed to be snow. Especially such a heavy amount. Not one slim of green was visible through the snow. This meant that the eggs that were hidden weren't visible. It was a strange sight to see a blizzard this late in season, but that wasn't the most peculiar sight.

Standing in a snow covered forest was a bunny. Said Bunny was the Easter Bunny, the Guardian of Hope. He was looming over a boy. His face was full of distaste and anger. He barely seemed to be holding back his anger. Bunny's eyes were narrowed at the boy in front of him.

The boy pushed back his white hair, revealing his two majestic blue eyes. He shoved a hand into his blue sweater, and stared back Bunny. He had brown pants that were cut off high above his ankles, which had no shoes on, not even socks. In his other hand stood a crooked staff which was a bit taller than him. His face was unblemished which added even more to his attractive face. He would have looked even more attractive if he didn't have a firm frown set on his face.

The boy was cut off by Bunny as he continued to yell at him. The boy shrank back a little as his voice got louder. Bunny who was completely unaware of the distress he was causing raised his fist as if to strike him. The reaction was instantaneous. The white-haired boy stumbled back as if he had actually been hit. His shining blue eyes opened in shock. His hair blowing back as the wind curled around him, ready to take him away at moment's notice.

"I told you Bunny, I didn't mean too!" The boy protested. There was a hint of annoyance that overlapped the nervousness he was feeling.

Bunny lowered his fist instead choosing to glare at the boy. "Either way Frostbite stay away. Stop making blizzards near Easter! Got it?" Bunny took a deep breath before continuing. "I have only one holiday and I have to make sure it's the best I can make it."

'Frostbite' sighed shaking his head. "Please Bunny just hear me out okay?"

Bunny huffed. "Ain't got time for that. I have to go clean someone's mistake. For the last time Jack Frost stay away from me and Easter!" With that Bunny turned around, shivering as he noticed how cold he was.

He the Easter Bunny did not appreciate the cold. His paws were on the verge of getting frostbite. He might be made of steel but that didn't mean he couldn't be made a Popsicle. Bunny started walking away, but for a moment he thought he saw something move from the corner of his vision.

He ignored it and instead blinked a couple of times He still couldn't shake the eerie feeling that something was wrong. His muscles tensed in anticipation in case something happened. He also had his boomerangs if anything happened. Bunny would be able to defend himself.

Jack sighed sagging his head in defeat. He lowered his staff that he had been holding defensively in front of him. He hadn't meant to start a blizzard. The snow was just supposed to be a harmless covering. He didn't think that it would turn into a blizzard. Even when he tried to pull back the storm he found that he couldn't.

It just showed how unpredictable nature was. So he sat there watching hopelessly as the snow fell harder and harder covering the ground. Knowing he'd be in trouble with the Easter kangaroo he prepared himself for what was going to be an earful. True to his word Bunny had appeared, scaring Jack to the point where he had almost frozen him solid, telling him that he was good for nothing.

He would never admit it but that had hurt more than he would have liked. Years of solitude and the first direct contact he had was Bunny insulting him. After he had finished putting him down he went on about how Easter symbolized hope. That with all the snow the kids wouldn't be able to find the eggs.

Jack had rolled his eyes telling him that the snow would melt, there was no harm done right? Apparently that wasn't what Bunny had thought. He'd given him a look that had shaken Jack to his core. He would have rather had Bunny give him his dirtiest glare or even hit him. Instead Bunny had given him a look full of disappointment, as if he didn't understand anything which, Jack figured he probably didn't.

For a moment Jack had been taken back. He had been scared of the disappointment he had seen in Bunny's eyes. Scared that nobody would ever accept him. Jack tried to pull back his emotions, to put on a careless face. Complete with a cocky grin. But even when he waved Bunny off the mask didn't seem to fit. Unknown to him his eyes were betraying him, showing his uncertainty.

He had raised his staff in front of him. An action that brought comfort to him and came naturally. Even with his staff to comfort him he still felt himself doubting. Jack tried to shake it off trying, to convince himself that it didn't matter. He was fine.

He would be fine.

The fear that Jack had radiated had attracted the attention of an evil that was lurking in the shadows. A pair of seemingly golden eyes were the only thing visible in the dark. Its eyes narrowed as a dark, cruel intention appeared in them. The shadow detached itself from the tree he had been watching the dilemma unfold from. It slithered closer to the pair, hiding behind a rock that was facing Jack's back. A sinister chuckle escaped his lips as a plan made itself know in his mind.

He waited patiently until Bunny turned around and was a safe distance away before making his way towards the unsuspecting child. His back was facing him with his staff held in his hand loosely. Pitch knew he needed to get rid of the staff. The child was powerful with it. He had seen Jack enough times to know what he could do with it. And he wasn't about to let his plan get ruined because of a wooden stick. He was going to get rid of that nuisance.

He would make sure that Jack never saw it again.

He observed him as he approached. His shoulders were dropped, and his head was lowered. There seemed to be an air of depression around him. All in all he was a pathetic sight to see. One that only Pitch could be pleased with. Oh, he would make sure to retain that atmosphere. Why the only thing missing was fear. How delicious it was and it only was a small portion. A teaser that Pitch couldn't wait to try. He was going to get every last drop.

The boy was so engrossed in his thoughts that he never noticed the dark looming figure that was behind him. He almost laughed at how easy this was coming out to be. Jack had his guard down so much that he was sure he could kill him now without Jack even reacting.

He wouldn't have minded a fight considering he had gone so long being dormant. How long had it been since he had last fought? So many years had gone by that he couldn't remember. But that wasn't why he was here. That could wait, soon he would have his chance. His main objective was capturing Jack.

He opened his hand observing the black sand that swirled around. It wasn't perfect yet, it certainly wasn't by a long shot. He was still experimenting with it but, for now it would serve its purpose. Pitch seemingly floated forward until he was behind him. With a gentle nudge he let the black sand fly towards the boy's feet, and towards his head. Jack finally raised his head noticing the sand but it was too late.

Pitch imagined his eyebrows scrunching up in confusion, and his mouth starting to form a frown. Grinning in a way that showed all his sharp teeth his outstretched hand curled into a fist. The sand responded immediately. It tied around his feet pulling them together and forming a gag around his mouth, effectively cutting off any way to call for help. Wouldn't want the rabbit to hear them now, would he?

Jack stumbled back losing his balance. His arms flailed around as he tried to remain standing. Pitch took that opportunity to yank the staff out of his hand. His fingers twitched as they tried to grab the staff but it was hopeless. A moment later Jack crashed into his chest. Pitch made sure to keep the staff out of his reach and moved it out of the way. He summoned more sand and tossed the staff letting the sand carry it away. With his hands he grabbed the boy's wrists together.

Jack thrashed around uselessly trying to get out of his grasp. He twisted and squirmed but Pitch held on firmly. He didn't have to see his face to know that it was starting to fill with fear once he realized that he couldn't escape.

Ah, the fear it was so delicious. Pitch took a deep breath enjoying the intoxicating smell. He would make sure that he enjoyed this to its fullest. He scowled as the boy started to wiggle in his grasp. Pitch looked down as his fingers started to go numb. Frost was starting to form around his hands. He tightened his grip on Jack's wrists until they were close to breaking. The result was immediate. His blue eyes clouded over in pain before he stopped struggling against him.

Jack tried to sag against Pitch but he held him up. His head sagged down a second later. For a moment he thought the boy was going to do something. Pitch mentally shrugged. He had thought Jack would have had more fight in him but, no matter it wou-. His thought was cut off as Jack's head came flying forward hitting him square in the nose.

He let out a hiss in pain as his concentration wavered for a second but it was all Jack needed. The sand loosened from his lack of control. Jack leapt to the opportunity and seized it.

"Bunny! Help me!" Anything else he was going to say was cut off as Pitch yanked him viciously. They disappeared through a shadow appearing behind a boulder. Pitch poured all his concentration on the sand again making sure it was even tighter than before.

Pitch snarled. "You insolent brat! You'll pay for that."

The threat was whispered but that didn't make it any less intimidating. Jack squirmed as he felt Pitch's hot breath on his ear. Pitch ignored him and held Jack against his chest making sure he didn't make any noise. He could feel the coldness seeping in through his robe but Pitch hardly noticed as he waited, preparing himself to fight in case Bunny had heard them.

Jack held his breath, the only thing he could hear was his heart that was hammering against his chest. He faintly wondered if the person holding him could hear his heart pounding. His ears seemed to buzz as he waited for Bunny to appear, his boomerangs blazing as he threatened the person that was holding him. His eyes darted around frantically scanning the area where he was.

Bunny had to come, he was the Guardian of Hope right? He protected hope, gave people hope. Still as the seconds ticked by Jack found his hope starting to waver. He tried to remain positive but he couldn't help the darker thoughts that entered his mind. Poisoning it.

Why would Bunny want to save him when he had just caused a blizzard on his holiday? Bunny after all had almost hit him. What was to say he wouldn't just leave him? After all he was Jack Frost, the winter spirit that brought coldness and death. No one believed in him and no one would miss him if he suddenly disappeared. But Bunny couldn't be so cruel, right?

No, Jack thought, Bunny would look for him. Even if he had insulted him Jack had seen him once when he went around hiding eggs. He had seen his face when the children found the eggs. As their faces lit up with joy and hope. He truly cared about the children. With those thoughts Jack's hope strengthened. If he continued to hope Bunny would come for him.

He tried to squirm out of the hold the guy had him in but the guy's fingers seemed to be made of steel. No matter how much he struggled the guy had him in an iron grip. All he got was another painful squeeze that threatened to break his bones. His eyes scrunched up in pain but he remained determined. He had to make noise for Bunny.

He kicked his legs out desperately hoping to rustle some leaves to get Bunny's attention. Bunny had probably heard him but didn't know where he was.

"Stop that right now before I break your staff into so many pieces you won't be able to count them." The voice threatened him. He froze paling dramatically at the terrifying thought of his staff being broken. It was the only way he could fly! He couldn't do much without his staff. It helped him conduct his power. He still didn't know how he had let his staff get taken away from him.

He'd been thinking about everything that had happened when black dots had appeared in his vision. He had blinked a couple of times thinking he was going to faint. Why else would he be seeing black dots? Suddenly the dots seemed to come together, forming a line in front of his mouth. He looked at Bunny who was walking away. He was too far away to catch him if he fainted. He didn't get to ponder much as the black line gagged him. His eyes widened in surprise just as his felt his feet being pulled together.

He lost his balance and he went flying backwards. His arms started flailing trying to regain some of his balance. Instead he felt his staff get yanked out of his hand. His fingers twitched at the loss of contact with his staff. He didn't get a second to panic when he crashed into something or rather somebody.

Somebody wrapped their long arms around him as they pinned both his wrists with their hands. For once Jack cursed how thin his wrists were as slender fingers wrapped tightly around them. He knew immediately that whoever was holding him was a guy. The fingers were too rough and strong to be a woman. Jack began to thrash around knowing the guy that had him wasn't exactly friendly. As he kept thrashing around he realized with horror that he was trapped.

He couldn't get free.

Fear gathered around him seemingly suffocating him. He was being kidnapped. Jack had no idea why or who was kidnapping him all he knew was that he had to get free. He heard the guy breathe in deeply as if he had smelled something pleasurable. Disgusted Jack renewed his attempts at struggling even harder as he tried to get out of his hold. He tried to focus on his powers to freeze the guy's hands. All he managed to do was form frost on his hand. He scrunched his eyes in frustration.

Without his staff he was powerless. He couldn't even fly, to get away. The guy squeezed his wrist painfully again. Jack stopped struggling as the guy's grip started to get tighter. His knees wavered and refused to hold him anymore. He tried to sag against the guy but he held him up to the point where his feet were starting to lift up from the ground. An idea formed in his head. He leaned his head forward and brought it back with all his might

He was pretty sure he would have a nice bump on his head afterwards but that didn't matter. A bit of pride formed as he heard the guy hiss in pain. The guy loosened his hold slightly but didn't let go of him. However the gag disappeared and that was the only thing that mattered. It was enough for him and he acted.

"Bunny! Help me!" He yelled out. His voice was filled with panic and fear. Jack wondered how his voice sounded so panicked. How was it possible for a voice to sound so desperate? His voice rang out through the forest reaching Bunny's sensible ears.

After being threatened the only thing Jack could do was sit there waiting, hoping that Bunny would find him. He was his last hope.

"He's not coming for you." The softness that the words were spoken with made Jack wonder if he imagined it. When the guy pulled him up on the boulder so he could see, Jack knew he hadn't imagined it.

Bunny was frowning as he looked around, obviously not finding him. Bunny was too far away to see him. Jack watched terrified knowing that Bunny couldn't see him.

"Bloody frost. Messin with me." Bunny muttered annoyed. He tapped his foot twice as a hole appeared underneath him. Without hesitations he jumped in.

Jack screamed against the gag. He leaned forward trying to desperately get Bunny's attention but it was already too late. Bunny was already gone the only evidence he was ever there was a flower. Jack leaned his head on the boulder. He didn't get any chance to mourn as the guy yanked him by the hoodie throwing him to the ground. Jack felt all the air get knocked out of him but he ignored the pain and opened his eyes. He got his first look at his kidnapper. His eyebrows knitted in confusion as he saw who it was.

Pitch. Pitch Black, the boogieman.

Jack didn't even have to ask himself if he really was going to kidnap him as the boogieman stretched his hands out. The black sand like material appeared in his hand. Jack's eyes widened as he saw the sand. His hands that were now free pulled him away as fast as they could from Pitch. He barely got a few feet away from him before the black sand circled him. Jack turned around, his stomach touching the ground.

"I wouldn't move if I were you Jack." Pitch advised. Jack ignored him and instead he tried to wretch his wrist away from the sand that was now wrapping around it. He watched in horror as the sand wrapped around his other wrist before yanking both his hands together bounding them together at the wrists. Knowing there was no way for him to escape he could dragged himself forward making sure that what he was going to do was hidden from Pitch.

Holding his now tied hands in front of him he brushed away some of the snow off of a rock. Touching the flat surface he concentrated on making frost. Slowly the power came out of his fingertips and onto the rock. An image of Pitch holding him appeared. Satisfied he blew on it making sure it would never melt. He brushed the snow back on the rock making sure it was covered. He barely had patted the snow when Pitch spoke.

"What are you doing Jack?" He froze. His heartbeat sped up almost to the point where he thought he was going to pass out. Jack forced himself to turn around and glare at him. Pitch sighed sounding almost disappointed. He snapped his fingers and the sand made its way over to him again. Jack moved away as much as he could until his back touched a broken log. He watched helplessly as the sand circled around his neck before making a collar.

Jack tugged at it viciously. He only succeeded in choking himself. Anger started building up as he tried to freeze it only to have his powers fail. He looked up at Pitch hatefully only to pale when a cord appeared in his hand. He tried to fight him off, kicking and raising his hands trying to hit him. Jack only managed to anger the man as he suddenly backhanded him. Jack's head snapped to the side, a red mark already appearing on his pale skin. His mouth was slightly open in shock as he blinked slowly trying to process the fact that he had just been slapped.

He was still in a daze when Pitch snapped the cord onto the collar. "Just a little leash to keep you in place." The only response Pitch got was a disgusted look. Pitch stood up pulling the cord testing it out. Jack lurched forward much to the boogieman's delight. With the cord in hand Pitch spoke again. "Time to come along now Frosty."

Without further warning Pitch started to walk. Jack tried to get up but with his feet tied he couldn't. The cord stretched out completely now tugging Jack. Jack started to choke as the collar was pulled painfully making him fall backwards. He was dragged across the floor his head hitting rocks, and branches as he was pulled through the forest.

After being half choked to death Pitch finally came to a stop. Jack sucked air in greedily. His throat burned from the lack of air. After a moment of sucking air in he started coughing. Pitch stood by watching him with an expression of humor.

"Done yet?" The question surprised him as he jumped slightly. Not being able to respond Jack glared at him with all the hatred he could. "Tsk, manners. We'll have to fix that now won't we?"

Jack's eyes widened at the implication. Panic was starting to take over as he realized how little chance he had of getting away.

"Anyway we're here. Say hello to your new home. You'll be here for a while." Jack let the panic take over. He thrashed around as last attempt, trying to pull himself as far as he could from the monster that was in front of him. Pitch looked at him obviously amused.

"Hurtful Jack. You don't seem pleased to be here." Pitch said, a nasty grin on his face. "Oh well, you'll get used to it." With a laugh Pitch disappeared down the hole that was in front of him.

Jack looked up the moon that was being covered by the clouds. For the first time in a while he pleaded desperately for the moon to help him. To do anything to get him out of this mess. But like always the moon remained silent. A tear escaped his eye as the leash pulled him closer towards a hole into the never ending darkness. He clawed at the dirt, trying to stop himself. Nails chipped, skin was torn, and blood was drawn. It didn't matter because he was being dragged into the darkness.

A place full of hate, anger, sadness, and revenge.

The last thing he saw was the couple of stars that weren't being covered by the clouds before he was swallowed in darkness.

Woah, the first chapter! I hope I kept the characters in check. I edited it and made it a bit more believable. I'll also try to the Guardians in check. Hopefully they won't seem out of character or anything. I'll try to update as soon as possible. Hope you liked it, and maybe even leave a review.