For those who don't know, I've been sick for the past week. I'm almost better now, I can finally move a little more then before. This story won't be updated everyday like Ice Cold Heart unfortunately Sorry guys. But please enjoy this chapter.

Warnings: Blood and some gore, one part that may not be good for those with light stomachs.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story idea.

ICE COLD SICKNESS

Nightmares, they are something that everyone, even us Guardians have them once in a while. The reason is Pitch Black, the boogeyman. Everyone's life is like a book, each large moment in one's life is like a chapter in this book of you. Mine is no exception, and I was hoping that my most recent chapter in my book would be the last I see of Pitch, he'd tried to use me to hurt my friends, putting me in an endless nightmare. But he didn't know of my strong will, my devotion to overcome his influence.

But as I start a new chapter in my book, I know that Pitch will return, with his fears and nightmares, and I knew I'd get stuck in the middle of it all. I had fears, and nightmares of them coming true, the Guardians of course didn't know that, and hopefully they never will.

My nightmares are no place for a Guardian…

| NORTH POLE

Jack had been living at the pole for a little over a week now. He was finally getting used to the rushing yetis and the pitter patter of the feet of a small elf running down the hall. The Guardians visited him and North at least once a week, sometimes more. And as night approached he made his way though the halls towards the room he had picked out. It was officially his room now.

As he reached for his doorknob a large hand fell on his, stopping him from going into his room. He flinched a little, not used to physical contact, but he quickly hid it, smiling up at the hands owner. North stood above him, a small smile on his face.

"I am glad I could catch you, Jack." Said North, his words thick with his accent.

"Hey North, did you need something?"

"I was just wondering if you need anything before you hit the sack."

"Na, I'm good, but thanks for the offer North."

"Okay, goodnight Jack, did not let the bug beds bite."

Jack resisted telling North that it was bed bugs, smiling all the same he opened his door, shutting it shortly after. He walked in, setting his staff next to a dresser that was in the room. The whole room was covered in a layer of frost, and the bed looked cold and inviting to Jack. He was always tired in the month of December and January, and today was no exception.

Jack yawned, walking over to his bed, folding down the cold covers and crawling into the bed. He pulled the blankets up, and they covered in another layer of frost. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

North slowly stuck his head out from behind the door seeing Jack asleep peacefully in the frost covered bed under the pure white blankets. He smiled and shut the door quietly; Jack deserved a good nights rest.

ROTG

Jack didn't know how long he slept until he heard feet shuffle around in his room, he was an unnaturally light sleeper, after all, he did spend pretty much all of his immortal life at an abandon lake. Jack slowly looked around the room, his eyes searching every corner. He took a deep breath before slowly sliding off the covers and getting out of his cold bed. His bare feet hit the already cold ground, his eyes searching every corner of the dark and silent room.

"Oh Jack, still a light sleeper I see." Jack turned towards the voice, but it seemed to echo around him, sending chills down his spine. "I remember when you were human, you would never let me give your sister nightmares, you believed in me, just as much as you did the Guardians, and the second I tried to give her a nightmare you would wake up and check on her, as if you heard something, or felt something. It's an amazing gift, even if it is so utterly annoying."

"Pitch?" how could Pitch have already come back?

"Smart, aren't we? What gave it away, the voice? Or how about the nightmare part, was that it?" sarcasm dripped from each word as it echoed through out the room.

"What are you doing here Pitch?" asked Jack.

"To finish what I started." The dark voice seeped from the shadows behind Jack. He swung around, only to be met with a hand swiping across his chest. He yelled in pain, falling to one knee and placing a hand on his chest. "You really should watch your surroundings." The dark voice said. Jack looked up at Pitch, his yellow cat eyes gleaming in the dark.

But Jack could see weakness in the man's stance. Jack let out a harsh breathy laugh. "You… you are not even…" Jack gasped out. "Fully recovered…"

"You should be more worried about yourself." Pitch said. Jack looked at him for a second before pulling his hand away from his chest. It was completely covered in blood, the sticky red liquid dripped from his hand. Jack looked down, just now noticing the crimson blood that was poring out of his body.

He gasped, placing his hand back against the claw marks. "Don't think I came here to kill you. Or at least, I'm not going to kill you, yet. You will be the thing that breaks down the Guardians."

"Your… your mind control… thing doesn't w-work on me… anymore…" gasped out Jack.

"Oh no, that's not what I meant. You are the only thing holding the Guardians together at this point, if they lose you, they will fall apart."

"I'm… not that… important to t-them…"

"Oh so modest, you may think that you are nothing but a speck of dust to them. But in reality you're the chain that binds them all together." Pitch explained, slowly circling the young winter spirit.

"They w-worked… fine without me before… why not now?"

"Because my dear boy, you do not see now that they actually care for you like family they would be grief stricken if you died." Everything started to click together in Jack's mind. He looked down. He held his chest with one hand while the other was firmly on the ground to keep him from falling. "Unfortunately we will have to cut this meeting short. Someone is coming to see you. But, I have one more thing for you."

Pitch, now once again in front of Jack, moved forwards, grabbing Jack by the hair and lifting his head up so he was staring at Pitch. With his other hand Pitch pried Jack's hand away from his chest. Pitch then placed his own grey hand on the wound harshly. Jack screamed as pain filled his body. His eyes clenched shut as he screamed even more.

Pitch dug his razor-sharp nails into Jack's chest, making the boy scream in agony. Every part of his body hurt he hadn't felt so much pain in his whole immortal life. And he was pretty sure not at all in his mortal life either. Dark sand came out of Pitch's hand, going directly into the wound and into Jack's body. The boy screamed more, his vision dimming in and out. The world was foggy and hazy, it seemed to swim in every which direction. And Jack just wished he'd die already.

The dark sand started covering his body, his hands, his feet, his chest, everywhere. The sand swam up his boy before reaching his face. It covered his mouth and nose, cutting off his scream and his air supply. His eyes were wide with terror and pain, they were filled with death and misery, as he stared into Pitch's cat eyes, he begged the older man for death.

Pitch just smiled an evil smile, letting out a laugh like no other. It echoed off the walls of the frosted room. Jack, trembling from blood loss and pain, let out a muffled scream as another wave of pain went across his body. 'North where are you?' Jack asked.

The younger boy begged The Man in the Moon for the old Guardian of Wonder to come to his rescue or at the very least have mercy on him. Just let him die and escape this pain. But, like Manny had done for most of his life, did not reply or do anything to stop Pitch.

'Is this really how I'm going to die?' Though Jack. 'At the feet of Pitch in complete agony, is that how I'm meant to die?'

The black sand slithered up Jack's face further. Covering his entire body in darkness, it made Jack almost look like a shadow himself. The only part still uncovered were his pain stricken eyes, and the top of his head. But the sand crept further. Soon all of his snow-white hair was covered in dark sand.

'Sandy,' more sand covered him. 'Tooth,' it slowly crept down his face, coming towards his eyes. 'Bunny,' it covered his forehead, getting closer once more. 'North,' It crept down towards his eyes. 'Please, help me.' Black sand covered his eyes, and the world went dark.

All Jack could see was dark, no light showed. And yet, it was okay with him. The pain was gone.

And already their is a cliffhanger. Sorry about some of the parts in this, some are strange and others are a little too graphic. But anyway the next chapter should be up soon.