OH. MY GOD. LONGEST CHAPTER EVER. I hope you like it TheGodlessAngelOfDarkness, I worked really hard on it, and now I have a headache... Oh well, it was fun to write. :) Okay, I do not own, Enjoy~
Jack didn't know when it started, but he hoped that it ended soon. At some point in the month of July, North had started to do… things to him.
First came the yelling. North had screamed many times at him, and often about stupid subjects.
Second came the daily beating. North would punch him, kick him, cut him. Nobody cared, no one even bothered to think it was possible.
Third came the long days. North had enough of Jack's shenanigans, and locked him in his room for hours at a time.
Occasionally a guilty yeti, or a scared elf would bring Jack food, but he never ate it.
Finally, came the rape. Yes, North had done it on several occasions, and Jack could only wonder why.
After finishing up today, North told him "Sorry Jack, but you don't understand."
"I think I understand perfectly. You're a monster, a heartless bastard." Jack spat out at him.
Of course, Jack got punched in the face for that. North left the room, locking it behind him.
He went downstairs to see E. Aster Bunnymund staring at the globe. "Can I help you old friend?" North asked in his jolly voice.
Bunnymund spun around, facing the over-sized elf. He smirked. "I wanted to know if frost-bite was hiding out here. After ruining Easter last year, he offered to help out with this one."
North smiled on the outside, but on the inside he was frowning at deeply as possible.
"Yes, he is upstairs sleeping da. I'll let him know that he is going to stay with you for a couple weeks."
After North left, Bunnymund let out a sigh of relief. He had no idea he was holding his breath.
A couple hours ago, the Sandman came to him with a plea for help. That rarely ever happens, so Bunnymund was curious.
Soon afterward, Sandy explained that Pitch came to him, taunting him, and telling him to look into Jack's dreams.
Shortly after Pitch left, Sandy had dared to look into Jack's dreams. But no, these weren't dreams… these were nightmares.
Sandman thought that it was probably just a nightmare, but he watched Jack's dreams more closely now.
After a couple months, Sandy had gotten worried, and went to Bunnymund, who was explaining to him how Jack kept having nightmares of being raped by North.
Bunnymund was shocked to say the least, and he and Sandy wasted no time making a plan to get Jack out of there and into safety.
Which brought him to now, standing in the Globe Room. He had his mind set on getting Jack to the Warren.
Upstairs, North was standing at the door as his elves and yetis put makeup on Jack to cover up his black eye, skinnier features, and split lip.
After Jack looked like himself again, he slowly walked with North out into the hallway.
North shoved Jack up against the wall, his arm digging into the younger guardian's throat.
"You tell anyone, I'll kill you Jack. Do you understand me?" North asked, with a look daring him to decline.
Jack couldn't speak, so he just nodded, trying to muffle his choking sounds.
North smiled, and released the boy. "Good." He said in a happy tone.
They walked down the stairs in silence. Bunnymund looked Jack up and down. The boy seemed fine, other than the complete silence that he gave him.
"Have fun Jack!" North yelled as he turned around, walking toward his workshop.
They arrived at the warren shortly, Sandy waiting impatiently, tapping his foot. As soon as they walked through the tunnel, He immediately floated on a sand cloud to be leveled with Jack.
He grabbed the boy's face, turning it side to side, before his eyes widened. He stared at the boy in silence, his eyes wide.
"What is it?" Bunnymund asked, as he looked at the younger. "He looks fine to me, perhaps your predications were wrong?"
Sandy shook his head, and floated to the river, and came back with a bowl of water. He got his hands wet and ran one over Jack's left eye.
The makeup came off with ease, and a black and blue mark appeared. Bunnymund's eyes widened this time.
Sandman rubbed off the makeup on Jack's lip, cheeks, and neck. Bunny watched the boy wince every time he got lower on his neck.
Bunnymund watched Jack suspiciously for a few minutes before moving in front of Sandy, causing the shorter man to pout.
Bunny practically ripped off the boy's hoodie, only to reveal cuts and gashes and bruises all over his torso and arms.
Bunnymund felt tears in his eyes, he didn't want to see it anymore. He turned away from Jack.
For some reason, seeing the young boy having marks from his abuse made him want to cry.
Then he felt anger bubbling up in him. It was North's fault, he did this to Jack. It took all his strength to turn around and look at the boy.
The cuts were large, and would no doubt leave scars. Some were infected, and all of them were untreated. There were bruises on his wrists, probably made from tight rope being wound around them.
He felt his ears drop against the back of his head. If North made these horrible cuts, then he must have… Bunnymund felt sick to his stomach.
No matter how many years of therapy Jack could get, nothing would make the poor boy forget this.
Suddenly he seemed to snap out of his quiet daze, and looked around. Sandy was running water on his torso, and Bunnymund was watching him with wide green eyes.
He felt tears falling down his face. He fell to his knees in front of Sandy and Bunnymund, his head in his hands.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you…" He repeated, his tears falling. "You have no idea how long I waited for somebody to save me. I almost lost hope."
Sandy felt a twinge of guilt. If only he had come sooner. He and Bunny watched the boy.
Jack finally stood up. "What month is it?" He asked, unsure. Bunnymund looked down.
The 5th Guardian looked directly at Bunnymund. "How long?" Jack whispered.
"8 months."
This will continue, sorry if I seemed like I would end it there, but I won't! :) I usually like North, but this is the request, sorry if I ruined some poor minds out there.
