(Okay guys! I'm sorry for the wait. My computer was having problems and I was at a wedding...Oh and By the way...I caught the Bouquet :) So I may be getting married in a few years! :) Well..I believe you guys have waited long enough. Time to move on with the story! Oh...some chapters may seem short, but I'll make a few of the others longer. I've just had major writer's block... but I hope you like what I have.)
Chapter 4: To the Rescue
Jack screamed loud as jack stabbed the bloody dagger into Jack's back and started carving in jagged lettering.
"Blood looks good on you Jack..." He smirked sickly as he continued to carve. Jack's face was contorted in discomfort and tears forced themselves out of his eyes and down his cheeks, from behind the blindfold of black sand. His muscles tensed up and the pain was unbearable.
Pitch slammed Jack's head down on the ground, opening another wound on his head, and he irritated the open wounds, and some of the irritated wounds.
"Stay still Jack, my sweet...And maybe this will hurt less..." He said eerily. What seemed like a few hours passed and Pitch finally made his way up and off of Jack's back. He was admiring the work of art left on Jack's back. "HE BELONGS TO PITCH. TOUCH AND BE CURSED!" He read it to Jack and Jack groaned in pain after the sand fell away from his eyes. Jack's eyes were wet and his cheeks, red. Jack's face, glistening with sweat, was also covered in a slight red tinge from his blood. He then started to sob to himself.
"I love you Jack...Seeing you this broken...has made my day." Pitch said with a happy tone in his voice.
Jack looked up at Pitch, breathing heavily, as he stopped moving all together. Blood, oozing from his wounds, turned his hair from a pure white, to a crimson red color.
A voice boomed through out the lair. "Jack! Jack?! Where are you Jack?! Speak out to us!"
"Mmph! Mmmrrgg..." He struggled more and more as the voice got closer. Pitch was irritated and he was finished with the playing around.
"You're coming with me Jack..." He lifted Jack over his shoulder,his limp body hung over his shoulder, then the door was busted down. In the doorway stood none other than; North, with Bunnymund, Sandy and Tooth fairy at his side.
"No he's not, Pitch Black...He's coming with us..."
