Rise of the Guardians 2: Pitch's Return (FanFiction)

Chapter One: Unexpected Visitors

NORTH POLE- 3 YEARS LATER

   It'd been a whole three years since the Guardians exiled Pitch Black to his kingdom under the bed. It wasn't even a kingdom, really - more like a prison.

   And Pitch was the warden.

   Christmas was just around the corner, and Santa Clause - a.k.a. North - was hard at work, along with his yetis and elves. He and Jack Frost, a winter sprite who recently became a Guardian and helped in the banishing of Pitch, were hurriedly discussing the weather for the upcoming holiday.

   "Just make sure it is not too snowy," North argued, his Russian accent poking out. He pinched the bridge of his nose and tilted his head down, causing his snow-white hair to fall over his face, blending with his matching beard which reached down to his mid-stomach. His black eyebrows were nearly stitched together and made two mirroring wedges with only a small gap in between to separate them, and sat curiously on top of his winter blue eyes. He was heavy-set, but he had the cookies to blame for that. "They're like an addiction," he'd say. "I am Santa Clause after all."

   Jack perched himself carelessly on his staff, sighing as he contemplated North's suggestion. "Okay, okay," he said at last. "Fine. Not too snowy, but still Christmas-y. Got it." Despite being somewhat-satisfied, he raked his hand through his hair. Aside from being far skinnier, and having thin rather than bushy eyebrows, as well as being much, much paler, Jack looked a lot like North, having white hair and blue eyes.

   North eyed Jack with concern, wondering if his friend was alright. "Jack?" he asked, placing his beefy hand on Jack's slim shoulder. "Is everything all right?"

   "Yeah, yeah," Jack answered. "I-I'm fine. Just a little..." He trailed off, letting the sentence hang as his eyes took on a glassy stare. He was deep in thought. "I get the feeling," he began, speaking slowly. "That something bad is about to happen." He glanced at North, who looked confused. "Very bad. Something very, very bad."

   "What could it be?"

   "I'm not sure."

   "Any ideas?"

   "One."

   "And?" North asked. He made no attempt to hide the concern welling up in his voice, and his eyebrows raised in curiosity and worry. Jack was a while answering, almost as though he wasn't sure if he should tell North what he was thinking. "Jack," North whispered, speaking as gently as a big man such as himself could muster. "You can tell me anything you feel you should. If any of the other Guardians are in trouble, though, you don't really have much choice." Jack laughed lightly. "Yeah," he mumbled. "I know."

   With that, Jack proceeded to tell North his thoughts.

   "You think Pitch is coming back!?" North exclaimed, fury and panic surging through him. "No, no, no, no, no. That can't be, Jack. Pitch was vanquished back into darkness. He's never coming back."

   "But before he was vanquished, Pitch told us, and I quote, 'There will always be fear.' You remember that, don't you?"

   "Well, yes, but-"

   "And do you remember what we told him?"

   North sighed. "Yes, yes. I remember." He sank back into his chair, exasperated. "But at the time, I thought that Pitch had no chance of coming back. It was impossible!" He jabbed his finger at Jack, and said, "And it still is." Jack was stubborn. "Pitch is coming back. I can feel it."

   "In your belly?"

   "Not exactly what I was thinking of, but it'll do."

   Before they could laugh, the Sandman and the Tooth Fairy - a.k.a. Sandy and Tooth - came bursting through the door. They were both breathing heavily. "What happened!?" North cried, leaping up.

   Feeling as though she didn't need to explain, Tooth gasped breathlessly, "Pitch."

   And they were off.

(I feel like I rushed this chapter... And maybe I did! But, oh well. Life goes on... And so does this story! Hope you guys will continue reading! Geek out!)