Haunted – Chapter 3

A/N: Woah! 600+ views already?! Not entirely sure if that's good on this site, but at least I feel like I accomplished something! Woohoo! :D

So anyways, thanks to you guys who follow/view/review/favourite, and here is Chapter 3 for y'all! :3

~Eimie1

The first thing that Jack saw when he opened his eyes was the ceiling of his room. It was a bleak white colour, and had a crack at the side of it, which wasn't surprising, considering no one had used this room fully until Jack arrived. As Jack continued to examine the ceiling, he suddenly asked himself why he was just lying on his bedroom floor, looking up at the ceiling in the first place. And then the answer hit him like a ton of bricks as Jack remembered what had happened previously.

Pitch Black had put him there.

The moment that Jack thought of Pitch, a sharp pain hit his body, making him shout out in pain. It was like a extremely, extremely severe case of pins and needles through his whole body, so that every time he moved, the horrid pain would increase massively. When Jack tried to sit up, his head started to throb, as if there was something inside his skull trying to escape. The room started spinning and his stomach churned unpleasantly, forcing Jack to lie down again with a thump, which didn't help the pain he was experiencing.

Jack turned his head slightly,as far as his body would permit before going into spasms of pain, looking fo his staff, which wasn't in its usual place beside him. He quickly spotted it a few metres away from him, but when he tried to reach for it with his hand, he gave up almost immediately, as it felt that all of his energy had been sucked out of him. But before he could withdraw his hand from its outstrechted position, something caught his eye and gave him a fright.

His veins were turning black.

Now, it wasn't a very, very dark black – Yet. But if Jack's wrists were exposed, someone would be bound to notice. Jack thought back to the Nightmare Sand that Pitch summoned. His veins at that moment reminded him of that same sand. A thought then occurred to Jack. Could the Nightmare Sand have possible seeped into his body through his skin, and began to contaminate his very blood? The thought sent cold, raw fear coarsing through his body, making his head throb and his bones ache. He then realised that the sooner he got help, the better the chance of ridding his body of the vile Nightmare Sand. He tried not to worry, though. He knew that the other Guardians, his friends, his family, would find him sooner or later, and try to help.

Jack trusted them.

It was then that Jack felt an agonising pain sear through him, pain like none other he had felt before, a pain that his forced body into uncontrollable spasms, and made him suddenly scream loudly, a heart-wrenching scream that reached a volume that Jack didn't even know he could achieve. This scream carried all through the workshop, down the spacious corridoors, into every open room. Elves that were busy making mischief and eating cookies suddenly stopped in their tracks, holding their hands over their ears, looks of pure horror on their small faces. Yetis that had been helping North with some errands all started speaking loudly in yettish, their eyes open wide and frantically making rapid hand gestures that really made no sense.

When the terrifying sound of Jack's desperate cry reached North's ears, he stood up immediately from where he was sitting, his minature chisels falling from his desk to the floor, forgotten. He knew who's scream filled the workshop, and he had a vague idea why Jack was screaming. He could feel it – In his belly.

But for once, North wished that his belly was wrong.

Jack slumped on the floor of his room, panting heavily, a cold sweat forming on his skin. For a winter spirit, his temperature was rising rapidly, and his eyesight was wavering, more black spots appearing around the edge of his vision. But Jack ignored all of these symptoms, as he was more concerned about something else – The voice that Jack had began to hear, right after he told himself that he trusted the other Guardians. Jack had no doubt that the voice he was hearing belonged to Pitch.

"You can't trust the Guardians, you never will. You know deep down that they only acknowledge you know because your powers are of use to them." The voice made it's way to Jack's mind, where it settled, though Jack tried to remove it.

"Stop it... J-Just stop it!" Jack's voice, hoarse and desperate, filled the room, as he tried to reason with the voice of Fear inside his mind.

"You know I speak the truth... What help were the Guardians to you during those 300 years that you spent alone? I'm only opening your mind to the truth... The truth that you will always be alone, no matter what."

It was around this time that Jack stopped fighting the voice in his head, and let it flow through him, filling him with unwanted thoughts and emotions. As Jack's eyes began to droop, the last thing he remembered hearing was loud, heavy footsteps approaching from outside in the corridoor, and the voice in his head laughing maliciously, knowing that it had won, knowing that it had gotten Jack to listen.

Knowing that it had gotten rid of Jack's trust.

A/N: SO SORRY for the long wait for this chapter! It was my birthday week, and the week that I got my Christmas holidays, so I never really got time!

Also, I'm suffering from a severe case of writer's block. It's horrible. So once again, I'm sorry for the long wait, and I'm sorry if this chapter sucks!

P.S Thanks to all of you guys that follow/favourite this story and leave nice reviews! I havn't received one bad review yet! I love you guys! x

~ Eimie1