Jamie's pov
Jamie opened his eyes.
"Who's there." He said quietly.
"It's just me." Jack whispered back. Jamie smiled, then the look of fear over took his face. A large dark figure stood behind them.
Jamie wanted to run, but all he could do was stare. The figure swatted Jack aside and approached Jamie. Jack shot up and tried to tackle it, but it simply sidestepped and counter attacked. It grabbed both of Jacks wrists, yanked him foreword, and slammed him in the temple with its fist.
Jamie watched in horror as Jacks eyes rolled and he crumbled to the floor. The figure turned to Jamie and crept ever so slowly toward him. Jamie scrambled across his bed, desperately trying to get away. He missed one minor detail, there was a wall in his way. He sat there pinned to the wall, eyes wide in terror.
He tried to fight the hand that was clamped over his mouth, but it was to strong. He stopped moving all together when he felt a sharp pain in his neck, he felt the cold glass cylinder of the syringe against his skin. Then everything went black.
Jacks pov
Jack moaned as he opened his eyes; his head hurt like hell. Then he noticed how quiet it was.
"Jamie?" he asked holding for a response; silence. Jack stumbled to his feet, scanning the room wildly for Jamie. But, he was nowhere to be found. Jack launched himself out of Jamie's bedroom window. He frantically searched the town for any sign of his young friend.
When Jack found nothing, he flew into an ally and sat with his back to the bricks and his knees to his chest. If you where in the ally at that time you would have heard Jacks heart shatter like glass.
Jack sat there as his anger at himself boiled into sorrow.
Jack was so caught up in his emotions, that he didn't notice the blizzard that had formed until he was sitting in three inches of snow.
" Jack Frost?" A familiar voice spoke. Jack looked up And swallowed dryly.
"P-Pitch." He stammered. Though he would never admit it, (and because he was pretty sure Pitch already knew), Jack was afraid of Pitch. Jack would usually get as far away as he could, but right now he didn't want to do any thing. He buried his face in his knees.
"I should have been able to protect him." He silently cursed at himself. Pitch of course heard him.
"You're not going to tell me are you?" Pitch asked. Jack shook his head. He heard Pitch move and shuddered as he felt His hand on his shoulder. Then the memory filled his mind.
Pitch's pov
Pitch had always had the ability to see peoples memories; He watched the important part and stared at the wall for the rest. Pitch watched as Jacks breathing sped up, he started writhing in discomfort. His face turned even paler and he had an expression of pain. As the seconds passes Jacks writhing turned into thrashing.
Pitch pulled his hand back and Jacks eyes shot open. He looked like a cornered animal, then he whipped his head around and yanked his hood over his head.
"Jack I'm just trying to help." Pitch explained.
"Whatever." Jack said sourly.
"Jack you have to trust me." Pitch said strongly.
Jack spun around his eyes steel hard " trust you! After last month you expect me to trust you!"
Pitch knew what Jack was talking about. "I'm sorry Jack." He apologized.
"no your not."
Jacks pov
He was not sorry.
Last month Pitch cornered Jack. Chained him to his lake and tortured him. He still remembers that day.
Chained by the wrists and waist, Jack lay struggleing against the metal.
"It's nothing personal Jack I just need fear to sustain me for the time being."
Jack arched his back and tried to scream. But, black nightmare sand poured into his mouth and invaded his lungs. He thrashed struggling for air. Just when he was on the brink of suffocation, the sand would pour out leaving Jack gasping for air. Then, it would happen again. On the fourth time Jack fought with tears streaming down his face. Then he would hear Pitch laugh in satisfaction.
"Alright enough of that time for you to get really scared." He bent down to one knee and put his hand on Jacks chest.
Jack gasped and his eyes shot open. He just stared at the sky paralyzed with fear.
"Now I like that." He smiled wickedly. Pitch snapped his fingers and Jacks body relaxed. He waved his hand and the chains disintegrated to dust.
After that day Pitch expects Jack to trust him. He almost laughed, but he held it in.
"Pitch it already hurts. But you will only make it worse." Jack said this before he turned around and ran.