Behind the Scenes
Jack hovers above Jamie's house. He had to get out of the workshop, and he figures he just needs to distract himself from what Bunny had said. Jack sinks down to his friend's window and raps his fingers against the glass. After a few seconds of nothing, Jack gets ready to head to Antarctica and blow off some steam, when suddenly a mop of brown, messy hair appears in the window. The pane lifts up, and in a tangle of limbs, the Winter Spirit climbs into the young boys room.
"Do you ever clean your room?" Jack asks as he slowly turns in a circle, trying to find a place to step. The fifteen year old laughs.
"Only when it gets so bad I lose the door. Now are we going sledding or not?" Jamie replies as he makes his way to the bedroom door. (Which is actually kind of hard to find) Jack follows close behind, hovering above the mess.
"Is anyone else coming?" Jack has a feeling Jamie had invited Pippa. He can tell the two like each other.
"Yeah. Pippa's coming with us. Her parents are out of town so she's been staying at Cupcakes, and she said she needed to get away from all the pink." I knew it. Jack thinks to himself. The two make it out the front door after Jamie has finally tugged on his jacket and boots, where they are met by Pippa, her hand raised to knock on the door. With a squeal, she leaps back, not expecting the boys to open the door right in front of her. Jack doubles over laughing.
"Sorry." Jamie mutters, his eyes trained on the ground. Pippa's face turns red.
"Jack, it's not funny!" She scolds. "You guys really scared me!" Jack finally pulls himself back together enough to forma sentence.
"Let's go! It's gonna get dark soon!" He says. The three start off toward to forest, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows.
"Jack! Slow this thing down! Your gonna kill us!" Pippa screams over the sound of wood scrapping against ice. Jack only makes the sled go faster, causing her to scream again and cling to Jamie. It's about time. Jack thinks to himself. He finally thins the ice out until the sled is just running over snow, coming to a slow stop. The two thirteen year olds stand on wobbly legs. Jamie almost falls back, but the crook of Jack's staff finds itself around his waist, catching him. Pippa snickers at the somewhat girly sound Jamie makes in his surprise.
"That is the last time I let you take me sledding, Jack!" Jamie exclaims.
"No it's not." Jack says pointedly. Jamie knows it's true. He'd threatened it before, but he never stuck to it. Jack may take them on the craziest sled rides, but they never crash.
A few minutes pass consisting of tree-climbing races, (which Jack wins even without his staff {head-cannonalert}) snowball fights, (guess who wins) and other fun stuff. After half an hour the three notice the sun has long gone down.
"Aw, crap," Jamie mutters. "My mom is going to kill me!"
"Cupcake is going to be worried about me." Pippa adds to the seriousness of the situation. Jack, who had been searching for the moon, suddenly turns around.
"Did you guys hear that?" He asks. His grip on his staff tightens as he scans the trees.
"Hear what?" Jamie and Pippa both speak at the same time.
"It sounded like, I don't know. Just forget it. It was probably just some animal." Jack is still on edge, though. The three begin to trudge through the forest, when suddenly Jack cries out. The two teens whip around, and see someone they thought they'd never see again.
Pitch. He has Jack's arm painfully twisted behind his back, forcing him to drop his staff. With a nod of his head, Pippa and Jamie find themselves trapped against a large tree, wrapped in black sand. They try to scream, but their mouths are quickly gagged. The Nightmare King pushes Jack to the ground, and scoops up the spirits staff, holding each end. Jack stands to his feet, eyes glancing to his friends. Pitch smirks at Jack, and in one fluid motion, snaps the staff over his knee.
Jack feels the familiar burning pain in his chest and screams, doubling over. Jamie and Pippa stare in shock as the scene unfolds in front of them.
"Jack, Jack, Jack," Pitch says as he walks toward the Winter Spirit. "I have a bone to pick with you." His hand whips out from behind his back and wraps around Jack's throat. The two teenagers continue to scream from behind their gags.
Shadows curl around Jack, throwing him through the brush in the direction of the pond. Jack disappears from sight, but a small cry of pain shows he is still close. Pitch begins to follow, but stops.
"I should warn you, I'm going to kill him, and it's going to be very painful. Have fun." Jamie screams through the gag, while Pippa begins to cry as Pitch follows Jack through the trees.
Jack shakily brings himself to his feet, wobbling on the ice. He doesn't even notice Pitch until the man knocks him back onto the ground. He grabs the sides of Jack's head.
"You should know better than to play in the dark, Jack. Dangerous things lurk in the shadows." Jack claws at his wrists in an attempt to loosen the grip, but to no avail. Eventually he stops and settles with spitting in Pitch's face. Bad move. Pitch responds with a sneer, and, in a spout of pure rage, starts slamming Jack's head into the ice. Jack finds his vision getting blurry, his eyes rolling back.
Finally, Pitch calms down enough to stop, and pushes the winter boy away, ignoring the blood now staining the ice. A new idea forms in his head. Something he knows with hurt the boy both physically, and emotionally. With a malicious grin set on his face, he punches a hole on the ice with nightmare sand. Reaching over, he grabs Jack by his hair, drags him to the hole and flips him onto his stomach. The Nightmare King grabs his shoulders and holds his head over the water.
"I think we need to refresh your memory, Jack." With that, he dunks the spirits head under the water, oblivious to the blizzard forming around them caused by Jack's pain and panic.
Jack's struggling suddenly becomes stronger, but not strong enough. His hands desperately grab at the edges of the hole, cutting them up. He's kicking and trying to tug out of the water, his lungs screaming for air, he tries to breath, he screams, and God, please not again. Slowly, though, his movements start slowing down, and he eventually stops moving all together. Pitch brings him up out of the water and flips him back onto his back. Placing two hands on his chest, he starts compressing, pushing the water out of his lungs. After a few seconds, Jack's eyes flutter open and he coughs up the spring water. Pitch hauls him to his feet, keeping the boy balanced by a hand on one shoulder. His grin is now one of evil as he repeats the process.
"How was that Jack?" He whispers in Jack's ear as he regains consciousness for the fourth time. "Do you remember?" Behind his back, he begins to pull out a long blade.
"I thought that was fun, after all, that's what you're all about, isn't it? Well guess what," Pitch brings the dagger forward, thrusting it through Jacks stomach. The boy gasps, eyes going wide. "I think it's about time for fun to come to an end." He stabs him again, and twice more. The winter spirit screams, and Pitch finally drops him to the ground.
Kneeling over him, the gray man pulls out a new dagger, the edges adorned with long barbs, and rests the tip just where Jacks ribs separate. Jack cries out as the blade travels through his body. He tries to breath but he can feel the barbs pressing into his lungs.
"This is just in case those other pesky Guardians find you before you die, assuming they even come looking for you. When they pull the blade out, it will slice open both of your lungs. I had a lot of fun today, Jack. You've done your job well. " With that, Pitch simply walks through the trees, leaving Jack to slowly bleed to death.
(This is where I will start doing a lot of personal POV's (POV's are my expertise. (Hey that rhymed)))
(Jack's POV)
It hurts to breathe, it hurts to move, it even hurts to think. I can feel the blood welling underneath me. Burning stinging terrible pain.A thought runs through my head. Knocking on a tree three times, why? My head my chest my throat everything I can't breathe. Oh, yeah. Bunny can help me, right? I try to ignore the terrible God, help me pain and slowly prop myself on my elbows. I can't hold in the small whimper that escapes my lips as the blade shifts ever so slightly but it is ever so painful.
I flip myself over so I can drag myself to the nearest tree. My vision blurs for a second, a loud painful help meringing in my head. I pull my body forward, gritting my teeth as my other wounds scrape against the ice. I'm almost to the edge of the pond, almost to the tree, when my arm gives out from under me.
I'm barely aware of screaming as the hilt of the blade slams into the ice. Most physical pain I have ever endured screaming through my body I can't do this. After a few minutes of lying on the ice, trying to get my already short, painful breath under control, I slowly pick myself up again, my arms shaking, but thankfully not giving out again.
I make it into the snow, desperately reaching out for the tree, my fingers brushing the bark. So close. I pull myself forward just a little bit more, and my arms give out again. Before I hit the ground, I flip onto my back. It still feels like being stabbed all over again hurts, but its not as bad as landing on the blade.
My eyes roll back slightly, I can feel myself losing consciousness. Weakly I lift up my hand and hit the tree as hard as I can while in so. Much. Pain. three times. My hand slides down the tree, I can't hold it up anymore. My breath is coming out in short gasps. Bunny is coming, right? Will he? He cares about me. . .Right?
My eyes close and I sink into blissful, painless unconsciousness.
