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(With Patrick)

"Iris, honey! You home?" Patrick's voice echoed as the rainbow dissipated. He sighed as his question was met with silence, "Bet she went out shopping… I'm glad I took my wallet with me." he quickly made his way down the golden hallways.

"Halt, state the password." a golden armored sentinel held a spear inches from Patrick's throat as the Leprechaun approached the room it was guarding

"Whoa, whoa," Patrick held up his hands, "It's just me."

"State password." The guard placed the spear to his skin

Patrick rolled his eyes, "Mindless, pile of gold scrap." He glared as he spoke, "The password is Siri."

"You may pass." the sentinel droned as it dropped the spear to its side and stepped off to the side of the door

"Thank you so much." the Leprechaun said sarcastically as he opened the doors to the room. He smiled at the sight of the stacks of gold bars filled the shelves; chests that were overflowing with precious jewels lined the walls. All of this Patrick ignored however as he passed by them, his focus trained on a simple glass bottle that sat on a shelf at the back of the room. "Wish Iris were here…" his mismatched eyes glinted at the golden liquid, "I don't even know how to use this stuff." He grinned, "Probably should have been paying attention when she went over the instructions."

The sentinel moved back in front of the door as Patrick exited the room

"When Iris gets back tell her I borrowed the Carmentis." Patrick spoke as he slapped the guard on the shoulder

"As you wish." The sentinel spoke in a monotone as it repositioned itself

"Such a lively fellow." Patrick said as he rolled his eyes. He then smiled as he summoned his transportation, "First stop, The Dead Sea, and then it's back to hell." he laughed as he was enveloped in light as the rainbow descended and in a flash he was gone.

(At the Dead Sea)

The beach erupted in a bright light; Patrick pulled his glasses from his pocket, shielding his eyes from the sun. He glanced down the abandoned beaches, "All right now if I were an ancient scroll, where would I be?" Movement down the beach caught his eye, "Well I'll be, a Ceffyl Dwr." he whistled, laughing as the horse lifted its head

The creature stared at the stranger that had invaded its beach, curiously it trotted over.

"Well hello there." the Leprechaun cautiously held his hand out to the horse.

With a quick sniff the creature knew that this spirit meant him no harm, he tossed his mane.

"You wouldn't happen to know where I can find an ancient scroll?" the Leprechaun laughed as the horse nuzzled his jacket, "Alright, if you help me find the scroll I'll get you a treat."

The horse tossed his turquoise mane as he turned and walked to the edge of the water, he glanced back at the spirit.

Patrick watched as the horse seemed to melt into the salt filled sea, "I hope that means he's looking for it…" the Leprechaun sighed as he sat down on the beach. He glanced around, "Wonder why Death never came to get this thing herself?"

A sudden rumbling from the sea caught his attention, mismatched eyes watched as the sea seemed to swell upwards as a beast rose from it. Patrick's eyes widened as a large creature with the body of a lion and the head of a hawk stalked onto the beach.

"Did you come for the Scroll of KhalidaThan?"

Patrick startled as the creatures deep voice resounded in his mind, "Ummm I guess, I was asked to retrieve it."

The creature bristled, "Do you come by order of Nephthys?"

"No, never heard of them. I was sent by Death to re…" Patrick tried to slow his racing heart as the creature seemed to double in size.

"Merchant of Death you shall never leave this place! Your bones will line the sandy bottom of my lake like so many others before you!"

"And here I thought this was going to be easy." Patrick sighed as the creature rushed at him. The Leprechaun ducked under the creatures swipe, "Man that was close." he thought as the fur on its paw brushed his forehead.

"I will not allow you to take the scroll!" the beast roared as at the spirit in front of it.

"Look, I can get you another scroll," Patrick had to slide under the creature to avoid being trampled, "Or maybe a ball of yarn?"

The creature roared in frustration as it charged at the spirit in front of it, its maw open to crush the life from him.

Patrick smiled as he stood his ground, at the last possible second he leapt into the air.

The beast slammed headlong into the cliff, its body going rigid as it lost consciousness.

Patrick smirked, "You should really pay attention to your surroundings when fighting." the Leprechaun nearly jumped out of his skin as something wet touched his arm, he jumped sideways a large knife coming to his palm. He let out his breath as he caught sight of the Ceffyl Dwr from earlier, "You should never sneak up on me like that."

The creature shook the salt from its mane as it held out its muzzle again to the spirit.

Patrick grinned as he took the scroll from it, "Well what do you know, distractions really do come in handy."

The horse whinnied with impatience's, sea green eyes glaring at Patrick.

"Oh right, I said I'd get you a treat didn't I?" the Leprechaun laughed as he reached into his vest and pulled a large lump of sugar out, "Here you go." he laughed as the creature happily munched on its reward as it made its way down the beach. Patrick then pocketed the scroll; "Now it's back to hell." the beach erupted with bright light as the Leprechaun disappeared

(With Death)

"And you are sure that Darkness is lost to me?" the woman was frowning as she sat on her throne. She drummed her fingers on the arm of her throne, her other hand swirling the wine in her glass absently.

"Yes, my Queen. It would seem that Pitch's soul is a lot stronger than was originally thought; we believe that Darkness has completely faded from him. It would also appear that Pitch has regained his memories that you had locked away from him." the shadow trembled in terror as it gave Death its report

"No wonder Pitch keeps trying to escape from me now. And after all that hard work I did to break him…" Emerald eyes closed, then they flashed open, "Go tell Pain I want him." she smiled as the shadow quickly left. "I had so hoped that Pritchard would have proven a perfect vessel for Darkness's soul," she shrugged, "Oh well, you win some you lose some."

"You summoned me?" a man in his late twenties spoke as he came into the room. His enormous muscled form cast large shadows in the firelight. Large spikes that were imbedded all over his body simply added to his brutish form. A length of chain encircled him like a sash; the skin under it was singed slightly.

Death turned her attention to the man in front of her, "Yes, Pain. I want you to dispose of a certain broken spirit." she sneered, "Pitch has lost his usefulness, I want you to end him." she held out her palm, a black obsidian dagger forming, "Here use this."

"I have my own…" Pain began

"Are you questioning me?" her eyes narrowed

"No, no my queen I would never." the man spoke quickly as he bowed

"Good, then take the blade and do as I ask."

The man smiled, "Gladly," he took the blade from her hand, he turned to leave, then turned back, "Shall I tell father when I have finished?"

Death nodded, "Please, I suppose even I wouldn't be so cruel as to let his soul stay trapped within his body." she smirked, "Though that would be fun…" she waved her hand at him, "Just tell Reaper to get rid of the body as well when he is done."

Pain bowed, "As you wish."

Death was distracted from his departure by a bright flash of light, she hissed as she covered her eyes from the sudden assault of luminosity. "Who dares!" she stopped when the brightness cleared to reveal the figure of Patrick.

"I do apologize," he spoke with charm as he smiled at her, "I forget how bright my mode of transportation is."

"Just make sure that you don't do it again," she glared at him, "Is there any particular reason why you have returned just a day after I placed my order."

Patrick smiled, "I have retrieved the item you asked for," he smirked at her expression, "I told you I can get a hold of anything."

Emerald eyes flashed with anticipation, "You have the scroll?" she could barely contain her excitement as he handed it to her, "You didn't open it?" she looked at him curiously as she felt of the wax seal

"My policy is to not ask questions," he smiled, "I believe it's best to not get involved." he glanced at her, "Though it might have helped to know it was being guarded by a giant chicken."

Death smirked, "Oh did Axex give you trouble?"

Patrick smirked, "We had a bit of a disagreement."

"I'm glad you are ok." Death smiled sweetly

"I'm sure you are." to Death he simply smiled, "Thank you for your concern."

Death turned to her shadows, "Go get Sorrow and Sickness. They are going to retrieve something for me." she was practically beaming as she began to open the scroll.

"So if you don't need anything else…" Patrick smiled as she waved at him in dismissal; he slowly made his way to the hallway he remembered the shadows having taken the man down the last time he was there. He quickly ducked down the hallway while the woman was entranced with her reading. "So far, so good." he smiled, "Now if my luck holds out…"he laughed at his own joke as he went deeper into the corridors.

(With Pitch)

"It seems you're being set free Pitch."

Golden eyes glanced at Pain as the man entered a dimly lit cell, "Must be my lucky day." Pitch's voice rasped, his vocal chords raw from the screams that had torn from his throat the night before. Blood pooled under him from the deep cuts that littered his body from where the shadows had beaten and tortured him. He twisted his wrists that were bound above his head, cringing as the chains cut his skin.

"I promise I will make it a slow and painful death." Pain's eyes glinted with cruel pleasure

"Tell me Pain, are you her personal bitch or do you sell yourself to others too?" Pitch swung sideways as the man slammed his first into his face, "So it's the first one right?" He screamed as his broken leg was the target of Pain's kick.

"Do you enjoy pain?" he glared at the gasping Nightmare King

"Not particularly, but you're just so much fun to play with." he cried out again as the man slammed his fist into his stomach.

"Let's see how much 'fun' we can have then!" Pain roared as he unwrapped the chain from his chest, he lashed it out with blinding speed

Pitch couldn't help the cry that came as the chain wrapped around his body, the hot metal links burning his skin.

Pain grinned; he then flicked his wrist causing the chains to crackle with blue electricity.

Pitch screamed as waves of electricity rolled through his already broken body. He cried out again as the man forcibly pulled the chains from him.

"Playtime is over Pitch." Pain suddenly grabbed the man's black hair and pulled him to his face, "Now, do the world a favor, and die."

Golden eyes widened as a searing pain filled him; he glanced down at the black obsidian blade that had been run through his chest. He looked at Pain, a mixture of shock and agony in his eyes.

"Don't worry; Reaper will be by soon to take care of your soul." the man sneered as he forcibly removed the blade from the man's chest. He released the dying man from the chains that had held him suspended, he laughed as Pitch fell face first to the stone floor. Pain then turned and walked out the door.

Pitch turned his head, his eyes dimming as a pool of crimson flowed from his chest, "After all this time, my destiny is to die alone, bathing in my own blood." his breath began to slow, "And no one gives a damn." he was on the edge of consciousness as the door slammed shut.

(With Patrick)

"Where the hell did they take him?" Patrick cursed as he walked down yet another stone corridor.

"And you are?"

The Leprechaun jumped at the voice, he turned slowly his breath catching at the man in front of him, "Ummm, names Patrick, Mister…Spikes?"

Pain's eyes narrowed, "My name is Pain, Patrick."

Patrick grinned at the way the man spat out his name, "Sorry, did I strike a nerve?"

"What are you doing down here?"

"I was looking for the exit and I got completely turned around."

"Perhaps you should go back to chasing rainbows." Pain smirked

"Oh that's good." Patrick grinned, "I'll have to write that one down."

Pain scowled, "I suggest you leave before I take it upon myself to escort you out."

Patrick raised his hands, "All right, all right. Which way?"

"Go down the right corridor, when you get to the throne room take the corridor all the way to the left." Pain was interrupted as a shadow peeled from the wall and whispered in his ear, "Just follow that hallway out, I have business to attend." he stalked past Patrick, "But if I find you wandering around anymore I will not hesitate to kill you."

Patrick saluted to the man as he disappeared around the corner, "Yes, sir." he frowned as he caught sight of the blood on the knife the spirit held in his hand. "Ten to one I need to go down the corridor he just came from." The Leprechaun waited until Pain was out of sight, then he raced down the hallway the man had just came from.

"She ordered Pain to kill him."

Patrick stopped abruptly as the voice echoed; he panicked slightly as he pressed himself as close to stone corner as possible as two shadows floated by.

"Such a waste, after all the work she put in to control him."

"Well she lost more than just Pitch; rumor has it that Darkness also died."

"How did she take the news?"

"She was not the least bit upset, more annoyed than anything."

"That's Death for you…"

Patrick let out his breath as they rounded the corner, he continued down the hallway. A pain filled gasp brought his attention to one of the many cell doors that lined the corridor. Patrick glanced into the room, his breath caught at the sight of Pitch lying face down in the floor, blood flowing from under him, "Aww shit!" With practiced ease he picked the lock and quickly knelt beside the man, he carefully rolled him over onto his back, "Please don't be dead." he sighed in relief as he saw the man's chest rise and fall slightly. The Leprechaun quickly pulled the vial of Carmentis from his vest.

The man in front of him shuddered as he drew his last breath, then the air emptied from his lungs as his heart stopped.

"No,no,no,no!" Patrick pulled the lid from the vial; he poured the entire contents of the vial into the man's mouth. "Please save him." mismatched eyes watched as the man's eyes remained closed, his face pale. The Leprechaun hung his head, "I was to late." suddenly he heard a gasp, he watched as the man's back arched as breath filled his lungs. Patrick watched in astonishment as the wound began to close, leaving nothing but a faint line of scar tissue.

Golden eyes blinked open; they narrowed at the man kneeling next to him. He flinched as the man went to help him sit up.

"It's ok; I'm going to take you out of here." Patrick said as he helped him sit up. He frowned at the still twisted leg, "I thought that it would fix your leg." he paused when he caught the sound of footsteps coming, "I know it will hurt but we have to go."

Pitch winced as the man pulled him to his feet and hooked his arm under his, "Who is this guy and why the hell is he helping me?" he suppressed a cry as his broken leg moved. He caught his breath as a bright light enveloped them.

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