A/N: So this is my first story! Well, I hope you guys enjoy it ^^

Warning: This is a dark story that (will) contain violence and torture. Please stop reading if you do not like such things. Please don't sue me ;^;

You Can't Kill Fear - Chapter 1: Pitch Black

The man heaved himself up, breathing heavily. It felt as though he had been lying in wherever the hell he was for centuries. Yet in reality, it had only been a week. A week since his downfall. Or so he thought. His vision was foggy and he felt dizzy. His senses were all messed up and he was surrounded by darkness. The only light came from a small hole above him, and he shied away from it, as if it would burn him.

His surroundings had a very earthy smell, as if he were underground. The light from the hole above was silver, like that of the moon.

The man could feel sensations running up and down his spine, over his arms and hands. It felt familiar... Like sand. He paused, waiting for his mind to clear. He held up his hands so that the light reflected on them and he could see. His amber eyes widened in surprise as he looked at his hands. Black sand that sparkled like the galaxy was running over them. It was none other than Nightmare sand.

Shocked and confused, the man raked his mind for an answer. How could this be? He was gone, dead, deceased. Yet here he was, alive and awake, unhurt. The sand held the answer. Fear was the answer. He knew what had happened after seeing the Nightmare sand running up and down, over his hands.

You know the phrase people use when they get knocked down, 'the breath was knocked out of him'? Well, in this case, the light was knocked out of him. The Guardians had thought they were rid of Pitch Black, but unknown to them did they just make their problem worse. Pitch Black could now live up to his name. Any light he originally had left him in, was literally knocked out of him.

When his fearlings had attacked him after the Guardians had defeated him, Pitch's blood infused with them. Instead of being swallowed up by the fear, it merged with his soul. Now from controlling fear, he was made of fear. He was fear itself.

And of course to Pitch, this was great news... But certainly not to the Guardians. With new power, comes revenge. And that was exactly what Pitch was going to get.

So how was that? Constructive critisism is more than welcome! I hope you enjoy my story and read on!