Pitch's new puppet

Jack's Other

A/N : Sorry for the wait xD I had to decide where to take this. It is in Jack's point of view from when he woke up! I'm working on the next chapter xD you may have two updates today xD enjoy!

Rage. That was the first thing that I felt waking up. My body ached but it felt great to finally move. Of course as always my muscles were still bitching at me but I guess I deserved that for moving to quickly.

    With Pitch heavy on my mind, I got up quickly off the bed and opened the door. I saw the food room and right across from where i stood, was my staff. Quickly and numbly, I ran over to grab it. My body suddenly bursting with energy. The only thing my mind wanted, was Pitch. To destroy him. I huffed a giant puff of air and turned to where the guardians were.

    ~~~~~20 minutes later~~~~~

    After the guardians had their cries over me, I requested time alone in the room where I had taken quarters in. Finding out Pitch was alive rattled me. It destroyed me in ways that they had no idea how pissed off I was. Its rage that is fogging my vision. The only thing I knew about Pitch, was he was waiting for me to teach him a lesson. I mean it's only fair.

    Locking the door, I hurried out the window into the blizzarding North sky. Flying in the cold really boosted my energy, it made me feel alive and great. Knowing I was almost healed from the mysterious yellow light, and the fact I had fast healing with my staff, gave me comfort. 

    After I was at the lake, a sharp ping pierced my mind, making me flinch to it. I wondered what that was but right now I need to lure out Pitch. I called his name multiple times.

    Of course Pitch came out of the shadows with a proud grin. That flipped my stomach in a bad, revengeful way. After his grin of triumph slowly died and my name exited his lips, I knew I my bitter rage I tried to contain was bound to get loose.

    "You seem better, considering." Pitch finally said.

    With that I responded, something didn't feel right in my body, something I've felt before. Twirling my staff I pointed it at Pitch without even thinking. Woah! Hand! What are you doing? I screamed. Sadly the scream wasn't out loud.

    "Fight me Pitch!" I shouted, not meaning too.

     What are you doing body?! I shouted to myself. I felt my body move on its own, sending an icicle at Pitch. I didn't mean to but my body wasn't cooperating with me. I felt a giant, white hot pain jolt through my thigh. Pitch had struck me.

     I saw my hand with the staff, close down on Pitch. I struck him down.

     What! No! Stop this! I wanted revenge but not this way! I shouted, but nothing exited my lips but laughter of that of a psychopath.

     My own body struck down multiple times at Pitch. I kept striking down at him until the last one struck the ice. Pitch turned on the ice looking up at me terrified and bloody. His eyes grew more horrified after looking me in the eyes.

    I stared down at my own hands which were trembling. What have I done?

    "You've done justice Jack Frost."

    I felt my body jolt in pleasure to Pitch's sight. "Who are you?" I asked.

    The laughter continued loudly. "Haha!! Who am I? I'm the Jack Frost Pitch created." The voice said. "I am Jack Nightmare."