Hello again my people! I had such positive feedback from the first chapter and so many people begging for me to continue, I had to write this. It took a while. I had to watch the movie two more times to fully grasp what I needed to do.

Anyways, WARNINGS!

Rape, sexual situations, language, crying, etc.

I don't own this movie… sadly… I would love to collect the royalty checks for it

The wind whipped around me, flipping my hair around effortlessly. I had stopped crying long ago and now was just staring at my wrists. They were mangled and bloody, staining half of my forearm red along with it. My blood was everywhere, on my clothes, all over my hands and coloring the pristine snow underneath me. My memory of the attack seems surreal, but these marks are proof that it actually did happen.

I felt numb. For once, the coldness surrounding me actually made me feel cold. This world is a place I shouldn't even have been apart of in the first place. I suddenly felt very angry at the Man in the Moon. It was his fault I was here in the first place, it was his fault that Pitch targeted me, of all the guardians.

My anger faded, leaving me feeling empty. If it weren't me, it would have been someone else. They shouldn't have to go through that torture. None of them can find out about this either. What would they think of me? I pulled my sleeves overtop of my wrists, covering the gaping wounds encircling them. My sweater was stained with blood at the end anyways, but I could clean them later.

I grabbed onto my staff and used it to try and stand up. My legs, back and backside screamed in pain. I worked my way up slowly, eventually standing up as straight as I normally do. The pain didn't stop though, just became less prominent and more of a dull ache than an outright pain.

Snow started falling heavily from the sky, swirling around in the wind easily. Quickly, the snow turned into a whiteout blizzard. I squinted my eyes and looked around for somewhere to shelter myself. Normally, I would plan this out and go and hang out with the other guardians, but this sudden trauma controlled my feelings easily.

I tried to walk towards, what looked like, a cave, but when I took a step, a warm liquid made its way down my thigh. The feeling made me suddenly nauseous. I fell to my knees and threw up on the snow in front of me. Fresh tears pricked at my eyes. I could hear the snowstorm swirl around me dangerously, the wind picking up and the snow starting to make sounds when hitting the ice.

I rolled over, away from my puke, and curled into a tight ball. My staff stayed standing up in its place, like it was watching over me. "—ack! Jack!" I heard an Australian voice call, muffled by the sounds of the snow around me, "Jack! Mate! Can you hear me?!"

I curled up even more, praying he wouldn't find me. The sound of crunching snow was getting closer. He probably saw the staff. "Come on mate, it's too cold to be playing games like this!" I could see Bunny's silhouette slowly getting bigger. He was holding himself, probably shivering. Then he seemed to spot something and rushed in my direction. Now, he saw the staff. "Jack! What happened to you?" he asked, alarmed. He kneeled next to me, his paws just hovering over me, like I was too disgusting to touch.

I could see worry in his green eyes, but also fear. Fear. I shivered again, wrapping my arms around me. "It's nothing…" I mumbled, turning my face into the snow so I wouldn't see the upset face of my comrade.

"Jack," he said sternly, sounding a little upset, "this is not nothing. You're covered in blood!"

I felt his paw rest on the spot right above my hip. I flinched away as best as I could, trying to bury myself in the snow. Bunny shouldn't have to see me like this, no one should. "Jack, I'm going to lift you up, okay?" Bunny warned gently, his paws resting on my legs and shoulder this time.

"Why?" my voice cracked.

"I need to take you to North. He has an infirmary in his place," he explained lightly, moving his paws under my body.

I rolled away from him, crouching a little bit away from him, "No! North can't see me like this. You shouldn't have even seen me like this!" I ignored the screams of pain my muscles were giving me, then that liquid slipped down my thigh again. This time, it took no time to heave whatever was left in my stomach onto the snow. "Bloody hell," Bunny mumbled, grabbing my staff out of the ground and coming to crouch in front of me, "I won't tell anyone, I promise. And I'm sure North will keep it a secret too. Please Jack, you need help."

He held out my staff for me to take, which I only looked at in fear. Then, I grabbed it, clutching it to my chest quickly. Bunny moved beside me and scooped me up in his arms, bridal style and opened a hole to North's domain.

The quick movement of flying through the hole made me dizzy. Blackness quickly overtook my vision as I clutched tightly to the fur on Bunny's chest.

I woke up in a bed. The sheets were soft against my naked skin. My eyes shot open. Naked? I sat up quickly, taking in my surroundings. My staff was within arms reach and I was in a room outfitted for Christmas. Given that Christmas wasn't for another few months, it's safe to assume that I'm in North's workshop. My wrists were wrapped in white bandages and my skin was very clean.

"What are you talking about?!" Bunny's enraged voice boomed, easily travelling through the wood of the door. I could see Bunny and North outside the room, but a frosty glass only let me see their shadows.

"It's the only explanation for the injuries he obtained," North replied calmly, looking sort of thoughtful, "Did he tell you anything about how he got hurt?"

Bunny shook his head, "No. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. When I got to his pond, there was a crazy blizzard going on."

"Oh no." There was the soft jingle of a bell, signaling the arrival of one of the elves. North bent down and picked something up, "Thank you. I'll put these on his bed. If he wakes up naked it could only traumatize him more."

The doorknob turned and I threw myself down, pretending to be asleep still. Heavy, cautious footsteps walked up to my bed and walked back out. "Shouldn't we wait in the room for him to wake up?" Bunnymund asked.

"No. I think the last thing he wants is to wake up naked next to a guy." I heard the door shut and waited for two sets of footsteps to grow faint. Then I sat up and looked at the clothes, folded neatly in perfect squares, at the foot of my bed. They were completely clean. No more blood.

I stood up, wincing at the pain, and jumped into my pants, then my sweater. They're a little starchy, so I waved my arms around to wear them in a bit. I grabbed onto my staff and headed for the windows. There has to be one that opens. Sure enough, there was one at the end. It only opened barely wide enough for me to squeeze through.

I really do appreciate everything that North and Bunny did for me, but I can't stand to look at them. They'll only pry and they can't know. I let the wind carry me away.

I had no real place in mind to land, so I was just letting the breeze whip around me and take me wherever it wanted. If I went back to my pond, the guardians would be able to find me. I know, eventually, I'll have to face them, but I can't do that right now. North and Bunny will probably be upset that I skipped out on them. I landed softly on a snow-frosted ground. It crunched under my feet as I landed.

I don't know where I am, all I know is that I'm at the edge of a black forest, with a small town in front of it. It's sometime in the night here. Couples walk along the edge, unlike me, their eyes glued to the skies and their breath misting in front of them.

I looked up as well and stared in awe at the glittering lights of the night sky. For a moment, my fears were gone, but then I spotted the moon. My gaze fell back down to the ground in shame and I walked towards the town. I looked around a bit, the only light coming from the street lamps and some bars that were still opened.

I jumped onto one of the building's signs and sat down, watching the peaceful town with a disinterested look. People were coming out of the bars, laughing and stumbling, pushing each other over. My stomach clenched at their happiness. It amazed me at how miserable someone could be, while everyone else could be just fine.

"Jack," a sinister voice whispered, making a shiver run down my spine. I jumped up, balancing on the inch-wide top of the sign, looking around wildly. "Do you really think you can hide from me?" Pitch appeared before me, balancing on the same sign. I jumped away, onto the ground.

"Haven't you done enough?" I asked, holding my staff out.

Pitch just looked amused while he held his hands up defensively and he floated down to the ground as well, standing a few feet in front of me, "Jack, this is something where enough is never enough."

"You're not going to get near me again. I won't let it happen."

"You sound so sure of yourself," he snickered, moving towards me. I took a step back for every step he took forward. He wasn't going to get close to me. "But, you have to know that you cannot escape me. I am the darkness around you and the fear in your heart. There is no escaping it."

With that, he disappeared into the shadows, his laugh carrying across the wind. I stood for a while, tense and not willing to let my guard down just yet. Then I collapsed to my knees, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. He scared me so much, more than anything I've ever felt before. It didn't take long for me to start sobbing, my terror getting the best of me.

The only place I can think of to go is to where the guardians are. Even if I was with one person, I would feel safer. But I can't let them know, I can't change the way I act around them. Loneliness surrounded me like a cold, dark blanket, cutting me off from the world.

In the morning I decided to head back to my pond. If I was going to act normal, I had to stay around my pond. That's where I normally hung out when I wasn't playing with Jamie, or hanging out with the guardians.

I stood beside the woods by the edge of the village for a while, trying to build up the courage to head back to where the guardians could find me. After a few deep breaths, I asked the wind to carry me home. It picked me up easily, carrying me towards my pond.

I landed gracefully on the soft snow on the bank of my pond. The blizzard was over now. The strong winds blew fresh snow to cover the bloody snow, only leaving behind a pink reminder etched in the snow. I sat down where I landed, looking out over my pond. It felt very plain, very emotionless. All the colors were blue, white or black. The simplicity of the scene left my heart feeling empty.

The snow moved across the pond, like someone had just jerked awake. Long ears perked out from the white snow, accompanied with a silly-sounding sneeze then Bunny sat up, shivering. He also mumbled something under his breath, his teeth chattering. I only watched in shock. Why would he spend the night out here? In that blizzard?

He stood up slowly, stiffly, and tried to move around to warm himself up. When he jumped around in a circle, his green eyes came in direct contact with my blue ones. "Jack!" he exclaimed, sounding happy and relieved. He hopped around the frozen water so he was by my side. "Mate, are you okay? You just disappeared. Where'd you go?"

His arms went up to hug me, it seemed, but they froze before they reached me and hung awkwardly in the air. "Why are you here?" I asked, trying to sound indifferent.

"I was worried about you," he stated, looking a little hurt at my apathy.

"Why?"

His eyes went wide. "Because you're my friend. I had just taken you to get patched up because I found you covered in blood, your blood, and you just disappeared out the window of the infirmary. I was worried sick once I saw your bed was empty."

A sick feeling of hope sloshed in my stomach, lifting the darkness around my heart a bit. "Sorry," I apologized, looking away from him, "I just needed some space… to think things out."

He heaved a sigh of relief, "I'm just glad you're okay. North is worried sick too."

"He is?"

Bunny nodded, "Of course he is."

He sat there for a few minutes, his lips quivering and slowly turning blue. "Aren't you cold?" I asked, pointing to his blue lips.

"Yeah, a little," he admitted, shrugging nonchalantly, "But I'm worried about you. I don't want to leave you alone." I stared in shock at him once more, not really believing that he meant that. "Would you come back to the Warren with me? I don't want to leave you alone. You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, but I want to make sure you're safe."

This couldn't last for too long, so I shrugged and nodded. He smiled, relieved and tapped a tunnel to the Warren. I jumped in first, knowing Bunny wouldn't leave without knowing I was in the hole.

I've never really gotten used to travelling like Bunny does, so I stumbled out of the hole, using a rock to stop myself from running into a wall. Bunny just strode in confidently behind me, his shivers becoming less prominent. I sat on the rock, watching Bunny tend to some eggs. "You can do whatever you want here. You'll be safe with me, I promise," he stated, looking at me seriously. Something in his gaze told me he knew what happened to me. It made me a little sick to my stomach, but he continued on with his business without saying any more to me.

I eventually moved from the rock to some soft grass in a corner of the Warren. The sky above me was bright blue, dotted with fluffy, white clouds. It felt peaceful, not empty like my pond. I never actually knew what Bunny did when Easter wasn't around the corner. It looked like he just played with whatever was left over from the year previous.

My staff was leaning against a wall, not too far away. Bunny said I would be safe, so I wouldn't need it here. I did feel safer, laying here on the warm grass and looking up at the sky, knowing that Bunny wasn't too far away. Pitch couldn't get me here.

Maybe I should tell Bunny what happened. He'd keep it a secret from the others and he'd be able to protect me better, probably. I sat up, staring at a stonewall. I couldn't tell him. If what I told him made him completely disgusted, I couldn't stay here anymore.

I didn't want to feel so vulnerable ever again. If that meant keeping everyone in the dark, I am willing to live with my secret for my entire life. "Jack," whispered a disturbing voice. I recognized it immediately and stood up, heading straight for my staff. My first step towards it made me fall into a hole.

It felt like I was in slow motion. I watched my only weapon slip out of my line of vision and my sight be filled with the dullness of the earth.

My body curled instinctively, my arms covering my head and my legs protecting all my internal organs. I landed on a mattress, bouncing on it slightly. As quickly as I landed, black sand wrapped around my arms and body, pinning me down to the bed. I pulled against the sand, which felt like heavy weights, trying to free myself.

A tall, dark figure walked into the room, chuckling lowly. "I told you, you can't hide from me. I can get to you whenever I want. No matter where you are. You are my toy, for my pleasure and for my disposal." He walked closer to the bed, towards my hands. The sand slid from around my wrists and wrapped around my entire arm. He pulled the sleeve back, admiring the white bandages underneath. "Oh, you've covered them up. Who did you tell?" he sneered, smirking down at my face. I couldn't break eye contact with those soulless eyes for some reason.

Panic flooded through me and I tried to pull away using my legs, which weren't tied up. Tears started flowing from the corners of my eyes. "No one," I whispered, my voice cracking.

His eyebrows shot up, "Really? Then why are these wounds treated? I know you haven't the faintest clue on how to patch a wound."

He was sounding condescending now. His hand moved from my covered wrist down my arm slowly, heading towards my chest. "Please don't," I begged, still trying to wiggle free.

"Don't what?" he asked, a dark chuckle following him. The sand around my abdomen receded long enough for Pitch to pull up my sweater. His hands tweaked one of my nipples.

"Please don't do this," I elaborated, pushing my back into the mattress to escape those fingers. Tears flowed freely down my face, mostly out of fear for what was to come. He wasn't going to stop, I could see it in his eyes, but I needed to try. If there would be a glimmer of hesitation, I needed to take advantage of that.

He sighed and stood up, walking around to the foot of the bed, "That won't work Jack. You can try all you want, and I don't mind if you do, I enjoy hearing your pleas for mercy, but you are not going to leave my lair until I am through with you." With that, he tore my pants off.

A sob broke free from my chest as I tried to cover myself up by crossing my legs. Pitch wouldn't have any of that though. He kneeled on the bed, between my legs, propping them up so my feet were flat against the mattress. I hid my face in my arm again. This time the sand scratched at my cheek, making me flinch back.

His hands roamed freely on the tops of my thighs and hips, the touch making me sick to my stomach. I know what those hands are capable of. "Look at you, shivering in anticipation. Don't tell me you're excited to be tortured," he smiled, trailing his fingers down my backside.

I was shivering, but in fear. "P-Please stop," I whined, trying to shimmy away from those prodding fingers. He held down my hips with one hand and stuck a finger inside me.

"Today, I won't use any drugs. I'll show you that your body craves my touch, no matter what you believe. You'll always be this disgusting creature."

"No," I cried, feeling my body relax at the intrusion on its own, "Stop."

He moved his hand to my penis, which was slowly filling up and started getting harder, faster, the moment his fingers came in contact with the skin. "Look at you," he gasped, feigning surprised, "Already getting hard. I thought you wanted me to stop."

I bit my lip, refusing to respond to him. I wouldn't encourage him anymore. He added a second finger, stretching out the opening there. I whimpered, but didn't say anything. "So you're not going to talk to me anymore?" he asked, sounding bored, "Fine with me, the only thing I want is to look in your eyes." I stretched my neck, looking at the headboard above my hands. "Still that arrogant defiance? Good to know I haven't broken you completely, otherwise this would be no fun."

Fun. This wasn't fun. I know fun it's my center. I can look danger right in the eye and make a game out of it. This isn't a game though. I can't make this into a game. If I do, Pitch wins. A third finger breached me, making me moan. His lips came down on my adam's apple, sucking on it lightly. It still burned. I screamed out in pain, my legs trying to cross over each other but getting stuck on the body between them.

He trails his mouth down my neck onto my chest, jumping over the sweater bunched up near my neck, suckling on a nipple there. I looked at my chest, noticing the black trail he left against my white skin. It felt like he was holding flame against my skin.

When he removed his mouth, he didn't give me anytime to relax. He pushed his erection into me without warning, making me scream again. My fingernails bit into my palms. I tried to not focus on the pain, but it was useless. My chest burned and I felt like I would rip in two. He leaned in next to my ear, whispering, his breath making chills run up and down my spine, "Aren't you going to beg for mercy?"

I wasn't going to indulge his sick fantasy, but the words tumbled out from my mouth before I could think. "Please Pitch, please stop. Take it out, let me go home," I sobbed, my fight leaving my body.

"I would, but this," he tugged at my erection, "is telling me otherwise. Should I really just stop?"

"Yes!" I screamed, "It hurts so much. Just let me go, please." My tears were falling fast and freely, obscuring my vision a little. I could see the shake of Pitch's head then I felt him move inside me.

There's that feeling again. The feeling of total violation. He's doing such unspeakable things to me, and me, just being a slut, lets him. He leaned down again, sucking on the junction of my neck and shoulder. It burned really bad, making me thrash against his body. His lips broke away, but he kept them close to my ear.

His thrusts became slower. "Do you like being fucked in the ass like some common street whore?" he hissed into my ear, sounding disgusted. Another sob left my throat, mixed together with a moan. I shouldn't be enjoying this. This time, though, there are no drugs to blame for my arousal. More tears fell down my face.

Pitch sat back on his knees, grabbed my hips and started thrusting harder into me. I moaned, trying my best to muffle it by biting my lip, but it rang loudly through the room. "…stop…" I whined, staring at the headboard again.

"I told you, I want you to look in my eyes while your body enjoys me," he snarled, snapping his hips in harder. I didn't move my face, continuing to stare defiantly at the headboard. He latched his hands under my knees and pushed them up to my shoulders, bending me in half. I screamed in pain and moved my gaze.

Pitch's face was only inches from mine. Sick pleasure rolled around in those golden eyes. I could see my reflection in his soulless eyes. I looked like a scared child, my face streaked with tears and my blue eyes begging for mercy. His thrusts were unrelenting against me. My back screamed in protest. I don't usually bend this far.

He moved more erratically, trying to reach his orgasm quicker. I felt a coil wind up in my stomach, getting tighter and tighter the faster Pitch moved. Then, I felt warm liquid splash where he couldn't reach. My own orgasm ripped through me, covering my chest, sweater and chin from the angle he held my body at. Pitch panted as he pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants.

He stepped away from me, letting my legs fall back against the bed. I looked anywhere but him, too embarrassed at myself for losing control like that. I could hear him open up a magic portal.

Suddenly the sand was gone and I was thrown through the portal. I landed roughly on some warm, soft grass face down. I felt my pants hit my back, like they were an afterthought. "Jack! Jack!" I heard Bunny calling from a distance, sounding frantic.

I didn't have the energy to cover myself up, or even hide. My sweater was still pushed up around my chin and I was naked the rest of the way down. There would be no question of what happened to me once someone found me. My face was turned towards the only entrance to this small haven. Bunny looked around frantically, and when he spotted me he ran over as fast as he could, dropping to his knees beside me. "What happened?!" Tears flowed down my face and sobs wracked my body. I couldn't even respond to him.

He tried to put his paw on my back, but I rolled away until my back was against a wall and curled myself into a tight ball. "Don't touch me," I cried, clutching my knees to my chest.

Bunny only watched me helplessly from where he knelt, confusion running through his hunter green eyes. I buried my face into my knees, crying heavily and unable to look at my friend anymore.

Oh God, I hope you enjoyed that. The ending is a little flat, but I needed an ending. I thought my stomach would fall out because of this… well, I really hope you like it, feel free to comment and favourite… but please no flames…

if you made it to the end of the second chapter and flame me, it will make absolutely no sense to me and I will take your "criticism" not so seriously. It has happened before.