Okay everyone I'm back for another round. I was going to mass this chapter and the next together but that was getting a tad too long. Don't worry though the next chapter does come out tomorrow. For now the grand revealing of the next contestant in Pitch's little diabolical game is... read it and find out. Oh and PLEASE REVIEW. I've only got 20 so far. I'm not feeling the love at all. I don't want to the kind of person that will only continue once I have so many reviews, although it does sound appealing, but I won't mainly because I want to continue this story so I can do spare some of my time for another. I hope you like this one. It's short I know and I'm really sorry, hopefully the next one won't.

SANDY

Sandy was used to having his head in the clouds, but when he had woken up in his dark and dismal cell it was as if he had been in a monsoon. His head pounded and the motion of moving it would cause waves of nausea that threatened to bring him back under. He lay there on the cold concrete waiting for it to pass. It felt like hours but eventually it did. He propped himself up onto one elbow and that's when Sandy heard it. Someone was crying. He glanced at the cell next to him and made an exclamation mark above his head when he saw Tooth sitting in the corner, her knees brought up to her chest crying her eyes out. What had Pitch done to her? There was something sinister lingering at the back of his mind, but he could quite remember it. Sandy stood up and tapped on the bars of his and Tooth's connecting cell bars.

"Oh Sandy! You're back. Don't worry we know you didn't mean it,"

Sandy just made a question mark.

"Tooth," Bunny said in a low, absent whisper, "he doesn't remember,"

Another question mark. What was everyone talking about? What doesn't he remember. A fragment of memory surfaces. Pitch was in his cell. Snapping his head around he looked for the evil man. Sandy sighed in relief when he couldn't find him. He turned his attention back to his concerned and distraught friends.

"Do you remember anything Sandy?" North asks.

He formed a picture of Pitch in his cell and then him waking up. North hung his head. It was strange to see North like this. He was defeated. Even Bunny who always had hope seemed to have had the fight knocked out of him.

"Do you think he's okay?" Tooth whispers.

"I don't know Tooth," North sighed.

"I'm sure he is. He's a stubborn bugga, he wouldn't give in that easily," Bunny said half-heartedly.

It was then that Pitch entered. His laughter resonated through the cells. Sandy barely noticed. He was still trying to figure out what the hell his friends were talking about. Did they mean Jack? Sandy jumped as he stared at the front of his cell. Pitch was staring at him, pressing his face up against the bars. An evil smile played across his lips as he leant in even more. He was searching the Sandman for something. Pitch nodded, satisfied with what he found.

"Hello Sandy. How are you this morning?"

It was morning? He couldn't tell, there was no sunlight down here only shadows. Sandy cocked an eyebrow at Pitch. Why was he being nice?

"Leave him alone Pitch!" Bunny snarled.

"I don't think so. I got to know the Sandman so well last night. Do you even remember last night Sandy?"

Sandy was becoming increasingly annoyed. He formed pictures rapidly over his head so fast that no one knew what he was saying. Pitch cackled in delight. He stalked over to the switched off screen and turned it back on. When did it even turn off?

"Let me refresh your memory Sandy. Last night I changed you into a Fearling. Believe me it was no easy task, but the results were perfect. You won't recall what happened, but don't worry I taped it for you. What you're about to see is all your doing Sandy. If you look away I'll only make the next round worse. Now sit back and enjoy the movie,"

The screen burst to life. It showed an image of Jack flying over a forest. One minute he was flying around happy and determined the next he had crashed to ground. Sandy watched in horror as the boy struggled to his feet. Sandy pointed an accusing finger at Pitch and formed a few chose words above his head.

"Now, now, now this isn't my fault. Look,"

Sandy felt his heart being shredded. A blackened, small figure emerged from the shadows. It was him! He had attacked Jack. The footage continued to play out and it only got worse. He was hurting Jack. The screams that cut through the hidden speakers rattled the Sandman to bone. He was begging himself to stop, to drop his hideous whips and leave Jack alone. With each cut Sandy could have sworn the same injury was being inflicted on him. It's his fault. He could hear the others yelling at Pitch to turn it off. They had seen this. Last night, as it was happening. They knew what he had done.

They were up in the air now. He watched in horror as he whipped Jack's chest open. The scream was unbearable. Golden tears streaked Sandy's cheeks now. He wanted to look away, but he had to know how it ended. Please let Jack live. That's when he saw it. Jack was reaching into his bag for something. When he pulled out a fist full of golden dream sand, the relief that flooded him was overwhelming. Jack was going to defeat Pitch. He glanced at his friends, to tell them that it was going to all right. They just shook their heads and turned away. Sandy saw what happened next. It didn't work. The nightmare sand was too strong.

The footage kept rolling. Jack chasing after the bag, catching it then hitting the ground. He looked like a complete reck. This was Sandy's fault. He had hurt Jack. How could he have done that to him? It shattered his heart when he saw Jack fly off struggling for consciousness to deliver dreams to the children and collect teeth. Even though Sandy had tortured the poor boy he was still trying to help him. The screen died and Pitch approached Sandy.

"Do you see now Sandy? This is what you did to Jack," He then turned to the other three, "this is what you will all do to Jack. Every day one of you will be transformed into one of my Fearlings and hunt down your precious Jack Frost. It will only be a matter of time before he gives up on you. Either that all one of you will eventually end up killing him,"

"We will never!" Tooth bellowed, clawing at the bars, trying to reach Pitch's eyes.

"Oh but you will. The only question now is, which one out of you three will be next? Do I have any volunteers?"

As expected no one said a word. Sandy watched in rage as Pitch marched up and down their cells, running his sharp, long nails along the bars. He stopped outside North's cell. Sandy stared at the rigid form of North. He was trying so hard to contain his fear, it was almost convincing, almost.

"I think it's your turn North. What do you say?"

"No…" North whispered, then more firmly, "I will not hurt Jack. You are a monster Pitch!"

"Oh believe me I know. I'm glad you finally figured it out North, this means that you are afraid of me either that or you hate me. Probably both, to me, in other words, it's a compliment. I'm doing my job right,"

"You can't make me Pitch. Jack is strong and fast, he will get away,"

"Hmmm, no I don't think so North. Try again. In his current condition," The guilt in Sandy sky rocketed, "I would say that he's stuck. Which actually makes hurting him even easier, for you I mean, considering you're going to be the one torturing Jackie boy, not me. The only question now is what am I going to make you do? I have a few ideas. What do the rest of you think?" Pitch asks gleefully.

"I think you should release us so I can smash that thick skull of yours in!" Bunny yelled.

"You'll get your chance Bunnymund. First though it's North's. Have to share the pain around. I will be back in an hour or so and then you and me can have some fun with our friend Jack,"

Once Pitch had left, Sandy tried to see North eyes. He had turned away from them all. Sandy's hands were shaking and he didn't try to stop his tears. What had he done? Was Jack alright now? He formed a picture of Jack's face smiling and then a question mark and turned to Tooth, who was standing stock still in her cell.

"I don't know if Jack's okay or not Sandy. It wasn't your fault; it wasn't your fault…" Tooth muttered.

She was saying this to reassure herself more than him. Sandy sank to the floor. Jack's pained cries would haunt his thoughts for months.

There you go, it's North. At first I was going to do Tooth, but then I got a few (only 2 or 3) saying I should do North. So I did. As I said in the top part of this PLEASE REVIEW I NEED THE LOVE! I'm one holidays now so I will be able to get this show back on the road, but if you have any ideas on what North should do to Jack or anything like that please do tell me.