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If you recognize this story, or are just completely new to me and my stories, WELCOME!

THIS STORY IS THE COMPLETELY REWRITTEN VERSION! SAME PLOT (KINDA) BUT CHANGED DRASTICALLY!

This was my very first chapter story I started when I was 12, and I was new to writing. Literally. Now I am 16 and making this a new story to see how far I've come! (That, and it would be a huge hassle to replace every chapter in that story. Ya'll can see that it grew from its cringey-ness like I did)And ya'll are gonna join in!

Also, I've gotten this a lot so I'm just gonna make this clear now;

THIS IS MOVIE BASED! I HAVE NOT READ THE BOOK SERIES, ALL OF THIS IS FOLLOWING THE EVENTS OF THE MOVIE ONLY!

I am also in the process of rewriting the following books after, so I highly suggest not reading them after you finish this book unless it says in the description thats its the completely rewritten version.

So! I hope you enjoy! Please review!

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It had been three years since Pitch had tried to destroy the Guardians. But, thanks to Jamie and his friends, they had defeated him. The formally known Big Four-now five when Jack became one- all including North, Tooth, Sandman, and Bunnymund were busy either with work, or welcoming their newest member Jack Frost, who was currently sitting on a window seat in North's main room in his work shop. He sighed.

'Okay, I know they're working, but this is starting to get boring.'

Sandy was busy giving dreams to children, Tooth was collecting teeth, North was busy for Christmas, and Bunny, more than likely was starting to color eggs for next Easter. So normally what they always did. Jack stood up, and decided to walk around the Workshop. Walking past numerous Yeti's, elves, and the occasional toy robot or flying airplane, Jack made it to the globe. Upon seeing every continent lit up with many little dots, many believers, he smiled.

Despite his doubts due to his years of isolation, it felt great to be a Guardian. It felt nice to be needed. He had a purpose, a meaning, something he had really always wanted. And, amazingly, shortly after he was initiated, his memories slowly started to come back. Not a lot nor often, but bits and pieces here and there. The thought that someday he'd had all of his memories back, well, he was ecstatic!

"Jack! There you are!" A thick Russian voice came through, which belonged to North. Jack turned to see North walking towards him, a big smile on his face. Jack smiled back, happy to see him. Now he had someone to talk to.

"Hey, North! Takin' a break from Christmas work?" Jack really hoped he was, but Christmas was only a few weeks away, so he highly doubted it.

The Russian laughed, "No, not really. Just a little while." Jack felt his smile waver a bit. "But, I thought you wanted some company so," North threw his arms up in the air, "Here I am!"

The teen laughed. "Ok! Fine by me, I'm bored as it is."

North looked at Jack with an almost knowing look," So, how's being a new Guardian?"

Jack's smile grew bigger. "It's so much fun!"

North nodded, "That is good Jack!" But their to-short talk was over when Phil the Yeti came tumbling in the room, saying...well, whatever Yeti's say. North groaned. He turned to Jack, "More work, sorry Jack." And with that, he walked out of the room. Jack sighed, leaning against the railing around the globe. Then, something in the corner caught his eye. Black sand. At first, Jack thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, but then it started to cover the whole globe. A sinister laugh filled the room.

Pitch was back.

Jack's eyes go wide. He could hardly believe it. Hadn't his Nightmares ripped him apart or something? Jack did nothing but stare for a minute, but Pitch's voice filled the whole room.

"Hello, Frost. Miss me?"

Jack froze. Should he run for it? That probably wasn't the best idea. No, wait, that was a great idea! Way better than letting Pitch get him that easily! He turned around, Pitch being at the door, the only door besides the roof. The roof, however, had Nightmares around it, their golden beady eyes staring down at Jack.

"How...?" Jack began, blinking in confusion, but he quickly shook out of it to glare at the Boogeyman. "What are you doing here?"

Pitch mockingly hummed as if to think, "Hm, thought it'd be fun. You should know, brat."

"Hey, pal, you know what would be fun? Leaving me alone." Jack smirked.

"I think not." Pitch countered. "Not after you defeated my plan."

"Oh, when did I become the sole reason your plan didn't work? Cause I think that was allllll you." The air was incredibly tense, and Jack was ready to strike. Pitch's look became dark. Jack continued to smirk, because annoying his enemy was actually very amusing.

"When you became a Guardian."

Jack actually got a bit offended by that. "Oh, really? By the way, how are you still here? I don't get it. We saw your Nightmares take you back where you belong."

Pitch rolled his eyes, "I made you measly Guardians think that. It was all a ploy, you dimwit. Do you really think my own creations will attack me?"

Jack rested his staff on his shoulder slowly, glaring at the insult, his ice blue eyes scanning Pitch for any sign of him about to pounce. "Well, no. Okay then, what are you waiting for?" He drawled, his staff moving to his hands.

Dark sand whipped from Pitch's hands, nearly hitting Jack, but he quickly dodged them. Pitch was fast, yes, but Jack was like the wind. Jack flung his staff from one side of him to the other, ice shooting out. Pitch raised his arms to block it. Because they were in a closed room, it was starting to grow cold and dark. Jack realized that he would soon have a huge disadvantage; Pitch could see in the dark, Jack couldn't. The Guardian had paused when he noticed that, and nearly got hit.

Soon, it was dark. He hoped the lights of the globe would help him, but the black sand had curled around it. Jack slammed into a wall, then a banister, then about every other thing in that room because he couldnt see. Jack squinted, struggling to see some kind of movement, or feel some kind of heat, but he knew it was a lost cause. The dark can be cold, Pitch could be the same temperature if needed.

"It's no use Jack." Pitch said from somewhere.

"Where are you?"

"Why would I tell you?" Pitch sighed, rolling his wrist around to make a ball of black sand. The teen was turning in circles, trying desperately to spot the man. Pitch rolled his eyes, aiming to throw the ball at his head.

When the black sand smacked into Jack's face, he crumpled to the ground, then his world went, ironically, Pitch Black.

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Whoo! Here we go! First chapter down!

Basically like the first chapter, but the others are different, I promise haha.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed! More reviews equals more, faster chapters!

Love you all and see you in the next chapter!