Ack so sorry about this chapter, it might give you whip lash.

!EDIT!: I edited this chapter, because it was bugging the crap outta me. Hopefully this is a bit better?

Really, the Guardians were making this far too easy. Leaving the Frost boy alone in his room!

Now to begin the plan. The shadow made it's way towards the bed.

And knocked over a lamp. He winced. Oops. That was a bit loud.

A groan from the bed caught his attention and he scowled. The boy was waking up. He had better move fast.

The shadow quickly swept over to the bed and was about to open a portal and grab the boy but when he looked over, the boy's eyes were open and looking at him with sleepy confusion.

"Who're you?"

The shadow scowled. He wasn't planning on the boy waking up.

Meanwhile, Jack was just plain confused. And tired. Also a little irritated. Why the heck was this weirdo waking him up? But then the situation really registered in his sleepy brain and he scowled and reached for his staff. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't gonna let him get the drop on this Guardian of Fun.

But when he swiped out his arm, he met only air. What..?

The shadow-man-thing just grinned, showing off his nasty teeth. Tooth would have a fit. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly there were weird dark tendrils wrapping around his wrists and pulling them behind his back. Another one wrapped around his chest, pinning his arms to his sides, and another around his ankles and thighs.

"Hey! What's the big idea?!" Honestly, what the heck was going on?! Jack just wanted to go back to sleep..

"Hush." Oh, so the shadowy-guy could talk. Interesting. But creepy. His voice was gravelly, and rough, and it sent chills -ironic huh?- up Jack's spine. Shadow-dude snapped his fingers again and there was a tendril wrapping around his head and over his mouth. Great. Jack made an indignant noise, although it only came out as a muffled grunt, and struggled against the strange shadowy-things that were currently constricting his movement.

And then he was being picked up and slung over the creep's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He kicked out as much as he could and produced some muffled shouts, but there was something smashing against his head and everything went dark.

North was jolted awake by a loud crash. He frowned in confusion. Did the yetis drop something..? They were usually very good with their work and didn't drop things-

There was a muffled shout from Jack's room and North's tired and sluggish mind assumed that Jack had woken up, only to trip. Or something like that. No need to worry.

And so North went back to sleep, completely ignorant to the newest Guardian's kidnapping.

Jack slowly opened his eyes and frowned. This wasn't the North Pole.

He seemed to be in a cave or something, for there was next to no light, only the small torches that hung on the walls. There was some sort of pit over to the left of where he was lying on his side, and there seemed to be something in it, although he couldn't tell what. It was unusually hot in the cave, and that made the frosty teen very uncomfortable right away.

Jack frowned in confusion. He couldn't remember what happened after falling asleep at the Pole. He made a move to get up, only to realize that he was completely tied up. Even his mouth was covered.

"Ah, so I see you're awake!" A loud, chilling voice boomed from somewhere in the cave. He couldn't tell where.

A man stepped out from the shadows. Or, it seemed like a man. He had a pumpkin for a head -weird, Jack thought- with a jack-o-lantern face. He was wearing a black suit and an orange tie, with black leather shoes. The man/pumpkin grinned down at him. It was not a nice grin. And the dude had really gross teeth. Eugh. They made Jack want to vomit.

"I'm assuming you would like to know who I am? Why you're here? What-"

Jack made a muffled grunt and glared. Yes, he would like to know those things, but could the guy please get on with it already? He hated speeches.

The jack-o-lantern faced man cleared his throat and nodded. "Right. Well. I am the great spirit of Halloween! Jack O' Lantern, at your service. Although, most people call me Lantern. As to why you are here, I suppose I could tell you, it's not like you're going to tell anyone.." Lantern wiggled his weird pumpkin eyebrows and gestured to Jack's bindings. Jack narrowed his eyes.

"So, when was the last time the Guardians," He spat the name like it was a disease. "got a good old dose of fear? I sure as heck can't remember. And that's the problem. The Guardians have it so good! I have never been appreciated for all that I do! The children love Halloween, but do I ever get any recognition? No! No, I do not." Lantern was pacing now, almost talking to himself more than to Jack. "I want them to know the name Jack O' Lantern! And," He shrugged and glanced to the snowy teen on the ground, a glint in his eye. "you seemed like good bait."

Surprise! Another kidnapped Jack story.

Um, I don't know if I like Lantern. I have to develop him more, ugh..

Anyways, let me know what you think, R&R please!