Was there something wrong with him?

There must have been Jack was falling for someone, falling for Pitch no less. There was defiantly something wrong with him, to feel like that for someone who was threatening his friends. Jack sighed and fell onto the snow below him 'I have to get out of here' he thought things were getting to complicated for him to understand, it was like his brain had been thrown into a dryer.

He thought back to last night, the feeling of having Pitch touch him and in turn touching him. The heat as the passion grew and most of all the sheer ecstasy at the very end, it both felt so amassing yet exhausting all at once.

Why was doing these things to Jack?

He felt himself blush intensely; his lusts for the boogie man got the better of him. He truly couldn't understand why he liked what Pitch had done, or the ever more terrifying fact he wanted more. Even just to see the man another time could fill the emptiness in his belly crying for more and like fate the door to the room opened once more.

"Good morning Jack" Pitch entered in his same old proud and mysterious manner

"Morning" Jack didn't look at him he was afraid of what Pitch would think seeing his flustered face

"How is your leg Jack?"

"Still hurts like hell, why does it hurt so much?" Pitch lifted his head and looked at Jack's pain filled eyes.

"I guess a fractured thigh bone takes longer to heal" he chuckled slightly "But I thought if anything the fever you had would be the worse, I was wrong however" Jack looking at him with understanding features "I'm sorry"

"It's ok, when can I go?" Pitch's head jolted up and he grabbed at the guardian "Your still hurt, like hell I would let you leave like this" Pitch realized his sudden outburst and felt foolish "And anyway I need you here to continue with my plans"

"Your still going ahead with that stupid plan, I thought you were just angry and did all this to make you feel better!" Pitch turned to leave trying to block out Jack's anger "I first felt wrong about what we did but then I thought you liked me and I liked you" Pitch neared the door and opened it attempting to exit swiftly "tell me, did it mean anything to you or was it just the moment!" Jack grabbed his staff "Don't ignore me!"

He had to act fast in the seconds it took Jack to cast a blast of ice straight at him. He had to raise a wall of his sand in order to block it and even though he succeeded, he still felt the cold blast of wind hit his face as well as skid along the floor a few centimetres.

Pitch stood with his sand wall still high I fear of another attack (I know fear right) but after a few moments he dropped it to reveal Jack Frost hopping precariously toward him welding his staff once more "You take me away from my friends, you threaten them by using me! And then you-" jacks eyes weltered and tears flowed down his face "Then you treat me like a common piece of meat!" Jack closed his eyes tight and sobbed.

There was a slight blow of wind hit his face followed by someone grabbing his shoulder and pushing him hard to the ground. Pitch loomed over with a domineering presence "Why should I care!" Jack stared up at Pitch in nothing short then astonishment 'so he doesn't care' he kept his eyes on Pitch the dark mans fixed on Jack he was panting heavily then took one of his long fingers and pointed it square into the youths face "it's always about you isn't it! Poor little Jack, your life is so hard. Please you don't know the meaning of hardship."

He turned to the door hanging his head unable to look Jack in the face "I didn't use you like a piece of meat" he swallowed considering what to say next 'would it be going too far' he glared at Jack seeing him wince then stared at the floor "You're not even worth that much to me!" then he promptly opened the door and left.

However he regretted what happened next, for some reason just before the door closed he glanced back to see Jack still lying on the floor eyes wide in horror. Pitch swore he heard that young heart break as he closed the door then quiet sobs started up as he walked away.

'it's for the best' Pitch thought as he walked down the hall 'this way I can save him for further harm, sever the ties' he stirred up his sand 'it will be easier for him' then stepped forward into a cold surroundings.

He paused and sighed, he was too harsh on jack the look on the boy's face ached Pitch's heart. He knew what Jack was talking about he felt very much the same but he couldn't let him know that, he was a guardian and Pitch was the spirit of nightmares the one they feared not liked no.

He rubbed his forehead viscously, his plan was so simple at first but everything went out of hand as soon as Jack got hurt.

He set out just too simply catch Jack; he would stick him in a cell for a while, mess with the other guardians then let him go. But no if only he had accounted for Jack's unwilling and untrusting attitude toward him, as soon as Pitch made his offer he was off then the worst Jack got hurt.

He never hated Jack, he felt more let there was a cindered spirit in Jack, and it was true that the both of them knew what it was like not to be seen or not to be believed in. He was shocked to first see him with the Guardians. Almost betrayed by Jack's actions, he was angry at first and felt he had to try and win the boy over, in order to both make his plans achievable as well as get Jack back on the same side he was one. That was the side of the forgotten and lost.

The invisible

And once again Jack's personality shone through and he flat out refused Pitch's offer went on to save the other guardians and then the rest was well history.

Pitch giggled as he remembered the past and giggled to himself "YOU!" Pitch looked around to his left and saw a very familiar Rabbit glaring up at him. His happy smile turned to one of sinister intent "well if it isn't the Easter Kangaroo. It that right, it is what Jack calls you isn't it!" Bunnymund snarled at Pitch and whipped out his boomerangs ready to attack "Oh no, no take it easy, bunny" he disappeared and reappeared behind him "if you kill me how are you going to find your precious little Guardian."

"I tell you what if you give him back to me I'll let you live!" Pitch's eyebrow rose and his smile grew

"Back to you little rabbit! It seems that I'm not the only one who would like to dip their toes in Jack's lake now, am I right?"

"What do you mean, WHAT HAVE DONE TO JACK?!"

HEY IS PITCH A LITTLE OC TO YOU. I THINK HE'S A LITTLE OC, I MIGHT MAKE A LITTLE MEANER LATER IN THE STORY, ALSO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE AND IT BEING SO SHORT WHAT WITH CHRISTMAS AND ALL I HAVE BEEN BUSY. I'LL UPDATE SOON. PROMISE