Cold and Dark

Summary

The world is in an eternal winter, and the moon calls on the Guardians to find the Big Four. The only problem is that their enemies already know the identity of one of Four. Dark!Jack

Status:
Ongoing
Chapters:
5
Rating:
n/a
Age Rating:
13+

Chapter 1

Hey guys,

I'm not sure if something like this has been done before, and I feel it would be a pretty good story line.

So, its a Big Four fic, may contain Jackunzel, Mericup, Jarida, whatever you guys want. Rise of the Guardians never happened, and I'm making it so that Jack was reborn a few hundred years earlier than he was in the movie, so that it will fit in the the timeline of the other movies.

I hope you all enjoy it ;D

Prologue

Jack Frost was alone. He always was; humans couldn't see him and the other spirits thought he was a menace, a nuisance. Sure, he may have caused trouble for some of them once every few hundred years, but they held grudges like nothing else. Angry spirits don't really know how to let it go.

So Jack did what he always did when he was lonely. He made it snow, bringing winter to the world. He went back to his home, the lake where he'd been reborn. It was frozen year round because of him. The residents of Burgess could never explain the phenomenon, so people kept away from it. Except for a few adventurous kids, but Jack liked to play with them.

It had been almost two hundred years since the Man in the Moon had made him like this, and he still had no idea why. What was he supposed to do, make it snow for eternity? Is that what the moon wanted him to do?

Jack tried to stop, but he felt the bitterness sinking into him. Even after saying how spirits held grudges, he could feel hate for the moon, the Guardians, everyone who could see him and still acted like he was invisible except to scold him like a child.

Normally, he was a very happy guy, only interested in having a bit of fun, but now he wanted something else.

He wanted respect.

"I know how you feel, Jack." A voice, dark and sinister, said from the shadows.

Jack whirled around, staff raised in a defensive position. The man who had spoken stepped forward, revealing a tall figure with black hair, pale grey skin and gleaming gold eyes. He wore simple long black robes.

Jack had never seen the man before, but he knew who this was. "Pitch Black."

Pitch gave a mocking bow, a smirk on his colourless lips. "Jack Frost."

"What do you want?" Jack raised his staff a bit higher.

Pitch put his hands behind his back and walked towards him. "I only wanted to talk."

Jack rolled his eyes. "What have I done this time?"

"That's exactly it, Jack!" Pitch exclaimed, as if he was excited. "You never did anything! And yet they still shut you out. Just like they did to me."

"Don't take me for an idiot, everyone knows what you did in the Dark Ages."

Jack narrowed his eyes. Did Pitch really have the nerve to come and tell Jack that he knew what it felt like? He didn't. Pitch got everything that was coming for him, but Jack had never done anything to threaten the Guardians or the children of the world.

"Well, you're right, I did some bad things, but Jack, we're a lot alike."

"I'm nothing like you." Jack snapped, starting to walk away when a whip of black sand wrapped his wrist.

"Wait! I have a deal for you."

Jack wrenched his arm back, breaking the whip, but he turned back to Pitch. What exactly could he have to offer the Nightmare King? "And what's that?"

Pitch walked forward again, this time so he was only a few feet away. "I can help you be seen, I'll make people believe in you."

"And what do you want in return?" He asked, his breath hitching when he heard the boogeyman's offer.

An evil grin appeared on Pitch's lips. "I want you to help me take down the Guardians."

I should've known that it was too good to be true, Jack thought, gritting his teeth. "Forget it. Leave me alone."

Pitch's face darkened, if that were even possible. "You're making a mistake. Why wouldn't you want them gone? They've never helped you, when you had no idea what had happened to you, they turned you away-"

"You never did anything to help me either," Jack defended.

"But I'm trying to help you now! That's more than the Guardians have ever done."

Jaw clenched, Jack looked away from Pitch, refusing to admit how right the other spirit was. Of all the people to notice him, to want to help him, it had to be the Nightmare King.

"Just go, Pitch. I don't accept the deal."

Jack drifted on the winds, carried onto the thin ice of the lake, where he knew Pitch wouldn't dare follow. This lake was Jack's home, he wielded the power here. Or so he thought.

Pitch melted back into the shadows, and just as Jack was starting to think that he was gone, he reappeared behind him. Jack swung his staff just in time to deflect the wave of black sand, his instincts kicking in.

Jack threw a shot of ice in Pitch's direction, which the boogeyman blocked.

"We don't have to fight Jack! Help me defeat the Guardians."

Jack couldn't help the incredibly childish comment that followed. "You started it!"

They battled back and forth, the night sky lit up by the bursts of blue light shot from Jack's staff. Every time he knocked back one of Pitch's attacks, he felt his fears grow stronger, coming to the forefront of his mind no matter how hard he pushed them back.

Pitch was infecting his fears, using his own thoughts against him.

During their battle, Jack was overcome with visions; spending eternity on his own, confined to the coldest regions of the world where no one else dared to go, being forever ignored, forever unseen. He heard Pitch's voice in his mind, telling Jack was he was afraid of the most, the fear that he'd never know why he was chosen to be this way. Why did Manny make him this, invisible and unable to reach out to anyone?

Jack gritted his teeth, blocking out the bad thoughts. While he was still distracted, Pitch attacked him full force.

A towering arch of nightmare sand fell over Jack, swamping him in the terrors of children from around the world. Jack cried out as he was swallowed by the fear, seeing a glimpse of the bright full moon before his sight went black and he fell into the darkness.

Pitch Black stood back and watched as Jack Frost was covered in nightmares.

He'd done his job, now he just had to wait for the others. Manny may have his Guardians, but Pitch had friends as well, powerful friends. And now with Jack Frost under his control, there was no way the 'Big Four' could stop them.

Moments after Jack was overcome, the black sand receded at Pitch's command.

The white haired spirit was unconscious, his staff laying beside him, the glow of frost lost with the lack of Jack's contact. Pitch approached the boy, nudging him with his foot.

"Jack, wake up."

The other spirit stirred, and opened his eyes. His evil golden eyes.

Pitch let the grin crawl onto his features. It had worked. He had known Jack wouldn't come with him willingly, but he had never tried to take over another spirit before, but it worked.

And without Jack Frost, the 'Big Four' was incomplete.

Pitch held his hand out to help Jack up, and the winter spirit accepted with a smirk. Jack picked up his staff, and automatically Pitch felt the air grow colder.

Already Jack was more powerful under Pitch's influence; Pitch could only imagine the damage the boy could do with the power of believers behind him. And Pitch intended to keep his end of the bargain, he would help people believe. He would help them fear Jack Frost.

Pitch grabbed Jack's upper arm, willing the shadows to bend around them and take them to his lair. Pitch was unaffected by the sensation, but he saw Jack stumble slightly when they appeared at their destination.

His lair was a labyrinth of dark, twisting staircases, laid out completely to his advantage. There was barely a meter of ground that wasn't concealed in shadows, making it completely impossible for any intruders to get past him. Down here, Pitch was everywhere.

"So," Jack spoke once he had recovered from the queasy feeling in his stomach, one that wasn't unlike being walked through. "When do we take down the Guardians."

Pitch laughed at Jack's eagerness. "Soon, first we need to make people believe in you."

Jack's smirk broadened. They both turned around when they heard someone else in the labyrinth. Jack hefted his staff, but Pitch held up a hand. He knew who it was.

"Gothel, gentlemen, I've been expecting you."

Three figures stepped into sight; a beautiful older woman with a mass of curling black hair, cruel grey eyes and dark painted lips wearing a black cloak and red dress, and two thick-built men, one draped in dragon skin, both covered in hideous scars. Each of them was assigned to one of the Four, to keep them from fulfilling the prophecy. Thankfully, Jack was the only member of the Four living at the moment.

Mother Gothel regarded Jack's gold eyes carefully. She knew the young spirit was essential to their plan, but she didn't like that Frost was under Pitch's control; it only gave Pitch more of an advantage over the rest of them.

"You got him." Mor'du remarked, trying not to sound impressed.

"Yes, I did," Pitch said, turning to Drago. "But you failed to get the Viking chiefs' loyalty."

Drago snarled at Pitch. "I killed them instead."

"It's no matter," Gothel interrupted impatiently. "Are we ready to continue with the plan?"

The four villains shared a look, and then glanced at Jack.

"Yes, we are."

Toothiana was hurrying around her palace, getting reports of lost teeth from her fairies left and right.

She was sending them out to every country, and then one of her senior collectors whispered in her ear.

"Snow in Corona? At this time of year?" Tooth asked in confusion.

It was summer in the northern hemisphere, and Jack Frost knew he wasn't supposed to make it snow in summer, and even then, it didn't really snow in Corona. Another fairy came and reported the same thing, this time in Scotland.

What on earth is Jack doing? She wondered. Normally, she might have sent Bunny to go remind him that it was meant to be in the warm months of the year, but she was getting reports of snow from more than one location. Where was he?

Making a split second decision, she dashed to the North Pole, a small squad of fairies behind her.

"North!" She called, flying in threw one of the open windows.

North was standing in front of the globe, studying the lights carefully. "Tooth, what is it?"

Tooth quickly explained what her fairies had said about the premature winter weather. "He's up to something, he knows doing that messes with nature's cycle."

North nodded carefully, but his gaze was still focused on the lights. Tooth mimicked the Guardian of Wonder, drifting next to him. She didn't notice anything off about the globe, except that some of the lights were glowing brighter than usual.

She didn't know what to think about the snow. Jack wasn't a bad guy, no matter what Bunny said about him freezing water pipes and messing with egg hunts. Surely he wasn't doing it on purpose.

"Why don't you talk to him?" North asked.

Tooth rolled her eyes, "I already told to this, North, I don't know where he is."

North gave her an apologetic glance, finally tearing his eyes from the globe. "I am sure it is nothing, Jack is probably just having fun."

Jack Frost flew all over the world, bringing snow in his wake.

It wasn't much of a stretch from what he did for only half of the earth, and he felt stronger than usual. He didn't know how to explain it, but it was like someone was lending him their strength.

Jack was more than eager to bring down the Guardians, the so-called protectors, but Pitch and the others had told him that he had to do this first. It was all part of the plan.

What better way to bring eternal darkness than with eternal winter?

With the help of the wind, soon the word was covered in ice and snow, just like Pitch had wanted.

So, what do you guys think?

The rest of the Big Four will be in the next chapters, this chapter is placed a few years before they were born.

Please R&R xD

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