See? I told you this would be continued! Sadly, I don't own this one. It's based off the tumblr blog 'Twisted Big Four.'

JACKSON OVERLAND FROST

Jack was angry. Not only at Pitch, but at himself. For being so gullible and so fucking stupid. For believing every word that came out the bastard's mouth. Every single lie about the Guardians that he told him. About how they didn't care. How they only wanted to use him. And he had believed every one of them. Every single one of those stupid lies.

So Jack had hurt them. And he had killed them. All of them. North was devastated when his workshop went up in flames, Bunny's Warren too; the day before Easter. Every dream that Sandy made ceased to be, nightmares that not even the moon's light could penetrate.

And then there was Tooth. She was special. She had looked at him with her violet eyes filled with tears. Clear tears and purple eyes that asked so many questions. But Jack gave no mercy and soon every of her fairies was dead and her palace destroyed.

Jack then had a little self-revelation. He found out something. He found out that he was having fun. He had fun slitting Bunny's throat while he was in grief. He had fun freezing every single one of Tooth's feathers to the point of frostbite and then taking the leisure of bashing her with his stick. He had fun, stabbing North in the stomach with his staff and then quite literally freezing the old man from the inside out.

It was fun. It was thrilling. But then, then Manny chose that time to talk to him. He chose that time to scold him for his actions. That time to ask him why?

And Jack had yelled. He had yelled at Manny. Told him that he should know why. That he should know why he did what he did. "You've been watching me the whole time." he said. "I hope I was putting on a good show for you."

Manny's light shined brighter, as if the he's gonna try again. "Don't bother." Jack told him. "I'm not coming back." and Jack walked back into the cave.

But, as much fun as he's having, a part of himself hates what he has become. Hatred that burned bright in his heart, almost causing him physical pain. But, every time he thought the dark thoughts, he remembered one thing: it was Pitch who brought him here.

He was the one who dragged him down to this dark place. So Jack holds hatred for Pitch Black as well. And that's why...that's why Pitch Black is going to die. Tonight.

RAPUNZEL CORONA

The world is dark. And selfish. And cruel.

That had to be the most constant thing out of Gothel's mouth.

'But the world has good people too!'

That had been her forever standing argument.

Key word: Had. Past tense.

She had learned the hard way that Gothel was right. The world is full of dark, selfish, and cruel people. Even herself. Full of darkness, hate, and grief.

I think I met someone! She was so excited that night. She thought it was true love. Like how she read it in her book of fairy tales. Yet, somehow, within the next twenty-four hours Flynn turned his back on her and left. Just like Gothel had said he would.

Did he get hanged? Did he escape? She didn't know, and probably never will. And she didn't give a damn about it.

But... Just because she was right, doesn't mean Rapunzel had to like Gothel. She was right about the world, but she was wrong about her. And that's why Gothel lies rotting in the tower today.

And that's also the source of the secret Rapunzel hides. The power and authority she had felt when she had held the knife to Gothel's throat. The thrill of stabbing it through her abdomen.

And she realized that there are a lot of bad people in the world. Rapist, muggers, abusers, and many more. And no one was doing anything about it. Well, she was going to. She was going to give each and every one of them exactly what they deserved.

So, yes. The world is selfish. And dark. And cruel. That's classifying the species as a whole in three words. She's gonna get rid of all of them. She smiled a very un-Rapunzel like smile in the dark of the room. It was dark. And it was crude.

"One down. A million more to go." she said.

(time skip)

It's been a couple of years. And along the way, she's killed hundreds of people. And along the way, guilt had begun to bloom inside her heart.

Somewhere along the way, it had clicked that what she was doing was wrong. Very wrong.

And it was. It was wrong on about fifty different levels. But, it also felt so right. To get rid of the ruffians and thugs that pollutes the earth.

But she always found herself question her actions. She had lost her virginity to that way of life. But she didn't want to stop. So she didn't stop. It didn't matter who said otherwise.

HICCUP HORRENDOUS HADDOCK III

Why? that was the question asked before he had taken her life. That was the question that her lifeless eyes seemed to have asked that day. That was the question he was asking himself now.

Because it's what you're good at. His mind supplied. But that's not true. It can't be true. He's good at drawing. And he's good with dragons. But it all factored into one thing. He had used dragons to kill Snotlout. A series of hand signals and a plasma blast later, he was dead.

But that can't be the reason. It must be the strength he felt. Yeah, that's it. He felt strength and he felt power. It was the power of knowing what the end will be for them. Hiccup sighed throwing his head into his hands. He looked up again to see Ruffnut walk by...

(time skip)

He gives up. It was what he was good at. And yes, he has killed all of them. His father, the twins, Snotlout, and even Astrid.

Does it matter to him that their blood was on his hands? No, it registered in his mind that they were dead, and it registered in his mind that they won't be bothering him again. Ever. And that's something he is totally cool with.

MERIDA DUNBROCH

A princess doesn't...

That had to be the start of all the sentences that came out of Elinor's mouth. Yes, a princess shouldn't call her mother by her first name. But Merida already broke that rule and so many more.

A princess shouldn't murder. Merida shook her head. She was thinking like her mum again. She's already broke that rule six times over. Mum, Dad, Harris, Hubert, Hamish, Maudie. And anyone else who gets in the way of her freedom. Not that she cares. Besides, this has got to be the most fun she's ever had.

Don't even ask me why Merida's is so short. I don't even know. My mind just drew a blank there.