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A/N: Thank you to I'm awesome and y'all know it & Guest for reviewing!

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So, I kinda of forgot to answer you all's question and for that I'm really sorry and I shall now answer them!

Ejmaiclky9- Sophie is 14

SamanthaSamma- Hello! Yes, she is! I'm still debating on whether or not to make her a demigod or not.

darthcat- You're welcome, sweetie!

Amaryllis- Jack does care about her, she's just completely oblivious too it because the voice is telling her that no one cares.

I'm awesome and y'all know it- He's somewhat evil. His personality shifts between evil and good. Which shall be shown in this chapter.

Questions have been answered! Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed and read the story! It really makes my day! c:

Pain ran through Sophie's body. She could feel the nightmare sand coursing into and through her blood stream. She tried pulling out the knife only to find she had no energy or strength left in her body.

"Don't even try, Sophie. You're far too weak." Jack whispered, holding Sophie's frail body in his arms.

The youngest Bennett gripped Jack's arm tightly; her emerald eyes closed tightly from all the pain. "Make it stop…it hurt too much…" she cried out in pain.

Jack blinked; his eyes turning blue once again. "Soph…" Jack quickly pulled the knife from her chest. The black sand it was formed from almost gone.

"Oh gods!" Jack freaked, running his hands through his hair.

Fearling shadows were beginning to cover Sophie's legs. Jack tried to shoo them away to no avail. He wrapped his arm around Sophie, standing up with her leaning against him. After making sure he had a firm, tight grip on Jamie's young sister, Jack shot up into the sky. The fearlings fells to the ground, crying out; her bag falling off when he flew upwards out of the trees.

"You're going to be okay, Soph…we both are…I just need to get us to the Pole…" Jack reassured himself more than her.

Sophie nodded slowly, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Going somewhere, Frost?" Upon hearing the familiar voice of the Boogeyman; Jack froze in midair.

Anger raged in the winter spirit's dark blue eyes. Tighten his grip on Sophie, he turned around. "What do you want?"

"The girl. Give her to me and I won't hurt you." Pitch simply told him, flying closer to Jack, with help from the nightmare sand.

"No!" He yelled, shooting frost at the Nightmare King.

"That trick doesn't work on me anymore." Pitch yelled, blocking the frost with the sand. "Hand her to me, Jack. The Guardians can't protect her. My nightmare sand has already set in her mind and is working its way through the rest of her body. There's nothing you can do." He stated.

Jack couldn't move a muscle upon hearing those words. His eyes brimming with tears as Sophie was pulled from his arms.

"Keep in mind, Frost. This is your entire fault. You're the one who didn't follow her when she said she was going for a 'walk'. Who goes for a walk with a book bag at three in the morning? Most of all, you're the one who stabbed the knife in her heart." Pitch smirked, poking guilt at Jack.

Jack's tear-filled eyes met Sophie's darkening green eyes; she managed to open a little. She looked so frail, drained and defenseless in Pitch's gray arms.

"I'm so sorry…" he whispered, tears sliding down his face.

Pitch set Sophie on her feet, his arm wrapped around her small waist so she didn't fall, "Have a nice day, Jack. Try not to let the fear and guilt eat at you. If they did then you would be no use to me." The nightmare king spoke. The black sand soon covered Sophie and Pitch before disappearing with the both of them; leaving Jack broken and feeling corruptible for letting Pitch get her.