I do not own Rise of the Guardians, or its characters..

A/N: I SHARE MY ACCOUNT WITH A FRIEND.
She's never reviewed as me before, but she's moved away and we message back and fourth using my account. That's why it seems as though I wrote a review to my own story. I'm not sure how to delete her review and will do so as soon as I can.

Jack was torn. He wanted to stay, he wanted to help. But to see Bunny like this...

He looked down, the black sand and blood and bubbles pooling in the water as the sand slowly clogged the drain, and knew that he'd never get this image, this memory, out of his head. And that scream from earlier. He'd never heard Aster give a shout like that, had never even heard Bunny give a whimper before - and he had seen Bunny with broken bones because of Pitch. Sure, the others hadn't known he had watched their battles but that wasn't the point.

And what could Bunny be seeing right now? Bunny was facing his worst nightmare ever - probably - and he needed all the help, all the support, he could get. He shook his head, tightening his hold as Aster's arm slipped from his grasp. "No. I'm staying."

He didn't catch the proud look North gave him, as Bunny began to thrash harder. Aster's arm jerked out of his hold with enough force to send Jack toppling into the water and atop Bunny. Jack scrambled to get out, black sand and soap clinging to his face. He gasped, stumbling away as sour fear forced its way through his being. This was much stronger than any dream sand he had felt from Sandy, and it was much more vial.

Before he could completly succum to the sand's effect, Phil dumped a bucket of warm water over his head, clearing his face and hair of the black sand. He swayed on his feet, suddenly light headed and choking down tears, shaking terribly. If this is what happened with just a few second, how horrible was it now, after spending almost twenty minutes being unconcious?

There was a shout from North as he rocked back, hand holding his nose and blood pouring down his lips. Phil and Jack dived in and tried to restain Bunny, who had somehoe managed to shatter the bottom end of the tub, and crack the side of the tub, and break free of everyone's hold. Phile ended up being punched in the face, and he howled in pain, backing away from the rabbit.

"Bunny, stop!" Jack cried, trying to hold the Pooka down as the other tried to help. "Please! We're just trying to help!"

.X.

"-stop!"

Bunny tenced as his head snapped around with break neck speed. That voice...that voice didn't belong in a place like this. This was a place of death and suffering, of lonliness and darkness. How he knew that, that the voice didn't belong in this world, he didn't know. The voice was completly unfamiliar, yet held so many emotions within the himself. Who was he? Why was he being forced to watch such horrible events?

He was focred to turn his attention back to what lay before him, eyes wide with tears trailing down his furry cheeks. He tried to move, he tried to look away, but no matter how he tried, no matter how he begged and pleaded and cried, his body would not obey. He was being held firmly, confind to watch and re-watch and hear all these terrifying, horrifying things.

He couldn't stand it! He needed to get away. He needed to stop watching this; he needed to be free!

-"Please!"

He felt himself being pulled deeper into the swirling blackness, into the cold darkness, and knew that if he fell any deeper, he wouldn't be able to claw his way back up. He fought to move his arms and strained even harder against the force holding him still. He needed to find a way out, becuase this wasn't working. But it was all he could think of. If there was only some way-

"-TRYING TO HELP!"

As though hit in the back of the head by a brick, he stopped fighting. As he was slowly dragged deeper into the blood and screams, he looked up. The black-red liquid stuck to his fur as it climbed higher, but he hardly noticed. There, above him, was the smell of winter and pine needles, and cool air gushed down. The voice was trying to help - at least that's what it said. Should he listen to it? His gut told him yes.

"Keep tryin'!" He yelled, his voice hoarse. "Ah can't git out on mah own!"

Keeping the grey-white light in sight, he forced his limbs to move. It was slow and painful, feeling as though his muscles were ripping becuase of the force he was using. The screams were desperate, filling the air around him and cutting him deeply. He knew the voices that were yelling below him; they had been close at one time. But had they really?

He wasn't even sure of who he was.

The darkness began to close it as he made his way upwards, garbbing his ankles and paralyzing them. Then it grabbed his wrist, trying to wrestle it down and keep it still. The other arm shortly fallowed. Unable to stifle the panic that clawed its way into his gut, he cried out.

.X.

"Out of tub on three! One! Two! Three!" They heaved the Pooka out of the tub and took him to the closest bed in the infirmiry. The Yetis went to work drying him off, making his damp fur stick up at odd angles, which reminded Jack of Sophie's favorite stuffed animal. Bunny had broken North's nose, and the Russian was trying to hold down Bunny's other arm as they worked.

Jack knew everyone was tiring, yet Bunny seemed to have energy to spare. Engergizer Bunny, he thought distantly as Aster's arm ripped itself free of his hold once more, the Pooka's face controting with pain. As Jack fumbled to retrieve the arm, he realized something. His friend's shoulder looked...wrong. It was out too far and...he swallowed thickly as it dawned on him why: it was dislocated.

"N-North!" Jack's voice cracked.

"I know!" North jumped back as the rabbit took another swing at him. "Phil! Get restraints!"

The Yetis moved quickly, grabbing yellow plastic bands and connecting them to the bed. One at a time, the team of Yetis anchored down each of Aster's limbs. But, that seemed to only make matters worse. The Pooka's strength seemed to have grown ten fold when the last arm was effectivly tied down. He began to thrash harder, moving the bed and making it jump.

Another terrifying scream was ripped from Aster's throat, causing everyone to jump back.

Only this time, he kept screaming.