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Yes. I fail in the compartment of "updating" because... I'm a lame. Sorry.

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Jack wasn't sure what he would feel. He was expecting pain, naturally. Maybe fear and doubt. However, he wasn't expecting the sensation of free falling; the feeling of complete relaxation coming over him. He felt content. He felt free.

There was light around him. Bright, golden light that surrounded his mind and body. It was calming, and welcoming. Jack reached out his hand, wanting to touch the beautiful light. When he tried to however, it began to fade.

A painful tug in his heart made him suck in a sharp breath of air. It was a quick pain, but very strong. His stomach twisted uncomfortably and his head began to pound. The beautiful light in front of him grew brighter, but the light behind him was disappearing. He wanted to reach out towards the light, to embrace it. He wanted to close his hands around the small flame and keep it close to his heart. A part of him denied that urge though. The light was too bright. It hurt him just by simply looking at it. It was instinct to cringe away from it. Jack took several steps back into the darkness; the once calming light now irritating his eyes and making his body scream 'retreat'.

There was a flash of extreme pain in his head and a strong pull. A force shoved Jack forward and he fell to the ground, collapsing on his knees as the pain disappeared just as quickly as it came. He panted on the ground, trying to regain his bearings as his ears rung and his vision swirled uncontrollably. He blinked several times, shaking his head to get rid of the ringing. Jack slowly fell back on his knees, hanging his head as he tried to calm his breath. Was that it? Was the moon accepting his compromise? He felt no different. Maybe a bit empty and tense, but nothing seemed to have changed. He moved his eyes up to see… him.

Jack Frost stood in front of him, his hair white as snow and his eyes blue as the sky. He looked confused. His eyebrows pushed together and his mouth slight agape.

Jack could only stare at his former self, waiting to see what will happen next. Jack Frost's eyes widened suddenly, his hand struck up to gripe at his chest and began desperately to try to tear the fabric of his hoodie.

Jack watched in fear, but also in interest as his former self began to change. His skin began turning into the beautiful golden sand that the Sandman had once possessed. The sand consumed every bit of flesh of the other Jack, leaving his whole body a sculpture of the golden sand. The golden Jack was looking at his hands, his eyes holding wonder and fascination. Once they moved up back to him, they squinted in confused. A small breeze of wind overcame the black and white scenery, ruffling his hair. The other Jack, closed in by the sand, slowly began fading. Piece by the piece, the wind took away the sand, leaving nothing but the empty space that Jack once stood in.

Jack watched the last signs of the golden sand disappear from the grass, his mind only flashing back to the Sandman. The moon overhead became smaller as it absorbed itself back into the sky, its light dimming down on Jack. He watched the moon for a moment, scrunching his eyes. He felt no different. He was hoping a sense of evil, a touch of darkness. Even the feeling of freedom. He still felt trapped with unwanted emotions though.

Jack opened his mouth, preparing himself to yell at the moon when he felt an extreme amount of pressure on his heart - it's as though a hand had reached into his chest and tightly grabbed it, having the intention of never letting go. The hand pulled roughly back though, a ripping feeling consuming Jack as he screamed in agony.

A small blue light appeared in front of Jack as he tried to control his breath. The light was dim, but the blue made up for the loss of shine. He watched the light slowly disappear, as did the pain in Jack's chest.

Once the light was fully gone, he finally felt different.

To put it bluntly, everything looked darker. The moon didn't appear as bright and the deep blue sky was the color of pure darkness. The leaves in the trees looked almost like a sickly dark green, no longer holding the spring green they used to have. The shadows the trees cast, seemed to wave in the wind and take unrecognizable shapes.

Jack couldn't help but breathe in the night air. Letting the cold, bitter breeze consume his mind. Everything felt different. They looked different, smelled different, even the touch was different. There no longer was that light in the darkness. The light that one could always sense, even in the darkest of times.

There was no light.

Jack looked down at his feet, admiring the silky feeling of grass between his toes. His eyes trailed over to his staff that he had dropped once the moon had taken over his mind. He reached down to retrieve it, watching in fascination as pure white frost, tainted with black, shielded the wood. Icicles slowly began drooping down from the hook, leaving a sinister, deadly look.

A grin slowly broke onto Jack's face as he stroked the black ice, loving the feeling that he made that. He moved his vision onto a tree. A helpless little tree. Small green leaves were regrowing from the harsh winter, ready to begin it's role in spring. Jack pointed his staff at the tree. He focused his energy into the staff and... boom. Frost lightening shot through the tip like a bullet, the icicles breaking off and joining the flow of the lightning. The ground shook dangerously before the trunk of the tree exploded from the force, leaving the rest to fall sideways from the loss of the support.

Jack's laughter disrupted the peace of the night sky, leaving a hint of the destruction that was soon to come.

Jack knew exactly where to find Pitch. Call it a sixth sense or simply a pure hunch, but Jack was sure where he could find Pitch. Although his confidence was high, he felt anxious. He felt only like a simple pawn in Pitch's game. A pawn that will aid Pitch but will never benefit himself. He saw it differently though. He didn't see himself as a pawn, but as an ally. A partner. Even a side kick. He's heart felt passion towards Pitch but his brain made him doubt himself. So he was nervous. Nervous that Pitch won't take him back, even if he was stronger. But he was now exactly what Pitch wanted and needed. He had no reason to be anxious and nervous. Pitch will take him back. Yet, the feelings remained.

With the amount of time that had passed, Jack was sure the job was taken care of. Pitch was strong enough to take down the Guardians and vanquish the light. Jack felt so strong. There had to be no light.

However, a nagging thought kept presenting itself in his mind. Killing the host of the light, doesn't kill the belief. Belief resides deep in the soul. A soul that cannot be killed by a swing of a scythe. Jack ignored that thought though, and only focused on finding his beloved Boogeyman.

Jack found himself approaching Jamie's house, but saw no movement in the windows or even in the surrounding area. He landed roughly on the house, the roof groaning in protest from the heavy landing. Jack focused his vision on every shadow, trying to catch any unnatural movement. He tried to see a shape of a Nightmare, or the shape of Pitch Black himself, but... the shadows were quiet.

His mind flashed back to the betrayal that Pitch held as Jack retreated from the building. He shook himself out of the memory. Pitch wouldn't leave, Jack told himself. He had to be here.

But everything was so quiet. Jack wondered if Pitch did leave... leave him. He shook his head. Of course not. Pitch wouldn't leave him, even after a disagreement like that. Pitch will understand, he had to understand. The lair. Pitch had to be at his lair. Where else could he - ?

Jack's foot slipped from underneath him, causing him to roll off the roof and fall directly into a pile of snow. His staff followed and narrowly missed his head as it landed only a mere inch above him. Jack growled at his clumsiness. Not even "evil" can fix his two left fe-

Jack's thought abruptly stopped at the sight above him. A horizon of gold peaked its away above Jamie's roof, leaving Jack utterly confused. He looked back over the dimly light moon across the sky, then moved over to the golden horizon. It can't be the sun, Jack decided, picking himself up from the snow. He stood with his staff, and launched himself into the wind, floating up high it the sky.

Confirming his thoughts, the golden light wasn't the horizon from the sun, but were golden streams of sand that swam through the air. Jack narrowed his eyes suspiciously. The only being who could possess the golden light would be...

Jack's eyes widened. Oh no. The Sand-!

Jack was violently pulled down by his ankle, flinging him onto the ground. He barely managed to regain his hold on his staff before he was pulled back into the air and forcefully slammed against a house. Jack grunted in pain, shaking himself out of his dazed state from the landing. He slowly began standing, darting his eyes around to spot the source of the attacks.

A quick golden movement caught the corner of his eye, but before he could react, he was, once again, pulled out from under his feet and catapulted into the air. Jack called to the wind, feeling it wrap around him and pull way from the golden stream of hand that was ready to shoot back at him. Jack rose his staff, taking aim and preparing to shoot the golden sand.

A giant cloud of golden sand caught his eye from above, he cautiously took aim at the cloud instead, waiting for the moment where he would strike.

The Sandman.

Sandy shot from the cloud, a victory smirk forming itself on his face. Jack glared. You haven't won yet! Frost lightening struck up at the cloud, freezing the sand but barely missing the Sandman. The frozen sand sculpture shattered, falling from the sky in a puff of light. Sandy called in more sand, forming his signature whips.

Jack continued to glare at him, waiting for the attack. When it didn't come within the following few seconds, Jack made his move. Another flow of frost lightening erupted from the staff, darker than ever. Sandy easily dodged the lightening, lashing out his whips so it lassoed around Jack's wrist. Sandy yanked the whip back and Jack lost his grip on the staff. The lightening stopped and Jack barely maintained a firm enough grip to continue controlling the wind that was keeping him afloat.

Sandy yanked him down once again, having him crash brutally against the hard ground. This time, he held him down. Another whip lashed out, snatching onto Jack's other wrist. Soon, Jack found himself completely pinned to the ground. His staff lied innocently several feet away.

Jack roared at Sandy, pulling at the restraints and grunted at the pain from the pull.

"Why?!" Jack screamed. "You're dead! Gone!"

Symbols flashed above Sandy's head. Two only catching his attention. A snowflake, and the moon.

"The moon?" he growled.

Sandy nodded, pointed up to it.

"The moon brought you back because I..." Jack frowned, not understanding. "Wait. The light. My light! You have my light!"

Sandy nodded with a large smile.

Crafty, Jack frowned. He never expected the moon to go as far as reviving Sandy. He didn't even think it was possible.

"Great. So. Hey, sorry for killing you, but can you let me go?" Jack asked, tugging at the restraints.

Sandy's smile fell and he shook his head.

"Afraid I'll hurt you?" Jack taunted. "Scared of a little darkness?"

A shudder ran through Sandy, but he kept his strong composure nonetheless.

"Oh? Hit a nerve, did I?" Jack mocked, a smirk tugging itself on his lips.

Sandy frowned and the restrains on Jack tightened.

"Okay, Sandy. What do you want?" he asked with a large sigh

A silhouette of Jamie appeared over Sandy, followed by a "G".

"Jamie's with the Guardians?" Jack seethed. Sandy nodded.

Another symbol presented itself. Pitch. Jack couldn't help but light up at the mention of Pitch, but his face soon turned to horror as the picture of Pitch was consumed a sun. The sun was then replaced with the G again. Fireworks surrounded the letter. Victory, Sandy mouthed.

"You're lying!" Jack screamed, tying to yank himself free. "Pitch will win! We will win! You can't..." he fell limp against the grass. "Liar," he hissed. "Liar, liar, liar!"

With a final attempt, Jack yanked himself up as hard as he could. The retrains broke and Jack was free. He scrambled over to his staff and blindly shot frost lightning at Sandy.

Without checking to see the damage, he bolted up into the air, and began his desperate search for his Nightmare King.

Yeah, I didn't proof read that.

Why that took me 2 months to write, I don't know.

QUESTIONS.

This chapter is probably confusing as hell because... I have no clue what I'm doing.

Basically, what went down:

Jack was like, "oh man, I hate this good in me, you know? Gotta get rid of it. HEY MOON GUY. COMPROMISE TIME. You take my good, so I can become evil. With my good, you can take down the GUARDIANS BUT YOU GOTTA FACE ME, HAHAHAHA."

Jack sacrificed his good to the Moon to which he can do with, with however he pleases so Jack can be evil and be with Pitch because blackice.

and OH HELLO SANDY. Sandy came and conquered. He told Jack, "Jamie's with the Guards, Pitch was vanquished by the light and we won YAY!"

Jack ain't gonna believe that, no sir.

But what DID happened? Find out next time in...

CHAPTER 14!