Hello Everyone. So-So sorry about updating, I've had a writer's block but I suddenly had an idea.

Wrote by-ME^^

Edit by-Rasiaa (Thank you, so much^^)

Chapter 6

The small blonde head girl stared out the window, her blue eyes widen and her mouth gapped. She couldn't believe what she had just heard, Jack, her Jackie had well, he had kicked the Guardian's ass and kidnapped Jamie. The small thought just made her shudder in fear; it was all too hard to believe.

She wished she were still a small child. Everything simply flowed over her head back then, and nothing ever upset her too much. Only if she didn't get her candy on time did she really cry, but now, now it just seems everything is falling apart.

Sophie groaned a little, she rubbed her forehead and sniffed for what could she do? She's only 7 years old, hardly old enough to even make her own lunch without cutting her finger, and she can't go up against one of her best friends.

Pitch Black. It was his fault, everything that happen is all his thought but the small girl just couldn't bring herself to hate the man. He had caused so much pain, so much suffering and yet, she couldn't hate him. Why? She has asked herself that more then once. Maybe it was pity.

Sophie didn't hate him.

No.

She pitied him.

Turning her gaze from the frosting window, it caused to many painful memories, she wiggled out of the window seat and crossed over the big room. After that talk with her bunny, the small girl had exited; she had run to nearest room to think. She had ended up in this room. It was large with a fireplace and many-many pictures littered the walls. She found it funny Mr. Claus didn't have a Miss Claus, she noted as she looked at each picture not one image held a jolly old woman.

Shaking her head from such thoughts, the girl slipped from the room and made her way down the long twisted hallways. Along the way, she stumbled over a few elves that had tried to grab her legs. Her eyes watched as Yeti's stood around nervously, as they had stopped working a little before she had run from North's office, they were worried about the two missing boys.

Running her hand through her hair, she stepped back into the familiar room, it was quiet, not a sound. Tooth had finally got the feeling in her wings back and was fluttering in the air a little; Bunnymund's hair round his bottom had grown back, amazingly fast. Sandy was dozing off on his cloud, it amazed her that he still could be calm enough to sleep, and lastly North sat behind his desk going through books after books.

Forcing a cough, the small girl shuddered a little as everyone turned to look at her, giving them a nervous smile she cleared her throat, "I know what to do."

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He hissed, his arms felt heavy as he pushed himself across the ground. His long blackish arms scratched at the mud. He couldn't believe this happened, he couldn't believe it at all, and nothing had pointed towards this outcome. He had gone over it in his head, everything should have gone accordingly to plan but how did he lose all his power to that half-twit? He admits, he might have focused way too much power to hold the frost boy but it shouldn't have sucked all his power from his body.

His dark eyes glared up at the moon, he bared his teeth at it unable to stand he settled for pushing himself up against a tree "Why! Why must you shoot me down every time?" He grumbled, anger that's all he felt. It only grew stronger when he didn't get an answer, "Why me?"

He remembered. He remembered when he was just a newborn. He awake in cold sweat, his thin body shuddered as he pushed himself up, and his eyes scatted around confused, scared. Just what had happen? Who am I? What's that?

What?

He observed his long arms, legs even his strange shaped nose. His clothing was soft and white, his hair was blonde and his eyes were blue. He stood and felt like he could fly, his body shuddered with such warmth as he suddenly heard a soft voice; it wrapped around him and told him not to find fear but to embrace the love.

It was the only thing he knew, love, and it felt warm and soft, it was everywhere he discovered. He soon found himself floating on cloud 9. He observed the many strange people that ran around underneath him. One day he had landed in a small park, he loved the bright colors, he was lost in the beauty that he didn't notice wide eyes until a small hand grabbed his long white rob and tugged.

"Excuse me?"

He had been startled; he looked down into the face of a small black headed girl. She pouted a little as she titled her head "Are you okay?" She asked softly, her voice held a gentle pitch to it.

Smiling, he bent down to her level and nodded. He told her he was fine, that everything in the world was fine but he soon discovered it wasn't.

It had been a normal day for him, he had walked around watching and discovering like normal, it had began to get dark as he walked down a long road. Suddenly he heard a loud shriek and then a loud crash. He had discovered something horrifying, a car crash. He observed the bright colored flames that danced, the metal that began to cave in on itself when he noticed another present.

A boy, no older then 15 had appeared; he looked up at him with ghostly eyes. Eyes that will haunt him forever more. Snow-white skin with matching white locks that fluttered around his face. He was dressed in strange clothing, a pair of long black shorts and a white hoodie.

In his right hand, standing hid and mighty was scythe. It was long and hunched over; it dug into the ground next to the boy's bare feet.

That was the day he meet death.

The boy had been so quiet that he had struck fear in the spirit, he basically glided across the ground towards the crash, and he disappeared into the flames. And it wasn't much later the small white head boy reappeared; only this time holding his hand was a small girl. She looked sleepy, very sleepy with blonde hair in pigtails, her bright blue eyes dimmed fast, she was dressed a white dress and nothing else- no shoes covered her feet.

Her freckled face glanced up at him as the white head boy lead her past, he became aware of glittering blue portal and he watched with amazement as the two beings disappeared through said portal.

He was naïve when he was young. He thought he knew it all, he made friends with the child, witnessed many, many things, he witnessed Death at work more then once, he witnessed Life at work as well.

He'll never forget when he met life.

He had somehow ended up in the hospital, wondering around, making small children smile and not be afraid when he noticed a strange black head girl in the cornier of the children's hospital.

He figured she was a new patient and went to cheer her sad face up; it took while before the small girl smiled up at him. Her eyes were wide filled with such things he could never explain. Her black hair fell down her back, her skin almost matched her hair, her clothing was of a kimono like shirt that was slit at the side and black shorts.

The small girl had laughed before running out the room and he found himself following with wonder. She had smiled and twirled around down the hall, he noticed that no one wanted her, almost like she wasn't there.

Her small hand flow around, she suddenly disappeared in white butterflies right in front of the woman wing.

And soon after, he heard it- a newborn baby's cry.

Yes. He was very, very naïve, he thought he was better off alone, he found it was amazing to do what he did but it all changed when he stumbled across a small case. He lifted it up and scanned it, it was a light green color with a familiar face on the side, and he lifted an eyebrow as a strange colorless creature appeared.

The creature was tiny, just the size of his hand. It looked like a bird thought, it zipped around him, it's large lifeless eyes flickering around, chirping a little as it went.

He smiled at it, he realized this case held his memories and the gray creature settled onto his shoulder and allowed him to open it.

He sometimes wished he didn't. Then maybe everything would have been different.

But he opened it and saw. He saw his life. He had a happy life before he was snatched away, he new he had seen those ghostly eyes before. He had a family; he was loving father to three children with a wonderful wife. But he died. He died a horrible way too; his greatest fear had snatched him up right underneath the glittering moon.

After that he spend countless days underneath the moon, begging for answerer, why him? Why did the moon take his live away? But he never got an answer; he was never spoken to.

His happiness, his love turned sad and anguished, sadness and angst turned angry and tired. And then this beautiful man that gave happiness and love turned dark and miserable.

He ignored the love and embraced the fear.

He was going to get revenge for what the moon did to him; he was going to get revenge on all the spirits.

But that didn't last long; those Guardians were born. Giving the terrified people hope, dreams and wonder.

And those colorless creatures? They finally became colored when the Tooth fairy was born.

Yes. It was the moon's fault, if he had only answered him when he asked then nothing would have happen. He wouldn't have changed; he wouldn't want to hurt everything he sees.

He wouldn't be here right now.

Eyes glaring up at the bright moon, he sneezed a little and sagged against the tree. His fingers dig into the bark with hatred, but he felt tired. The hatred he held was tired, the anger he felt was tired.

He was tired of it all. "I just want an answer," He whispered, his voice lost into the wind.

"Pitch Black!"

Okay. I hope you like it. Pitch's story is a little hard to follow but oh well.