A/N: Alright! I know that you guys must really hate me right now… But y'all are going to have to wait one more chapter to find out what's going on with the others. This chapter is in Jack's POV, just so y'all can know how his thought process is going.

WARNING!

**THIS CHAPTER IS ANOTHER TORTURE CHAPTER! YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ THIS CHAPTER, BUT IT WILL HELP TO UNDERSTAND HOW JACK IS FEELING.**

If you don't want to read the torture then you don't have to. I set this chapter up so that you can skip the torture parts and still understand Jack's thoughts.

Now! I would like to thank my best friend, Animegirl4321, for editing most of this chapter for me! Thanks Girl! You rock! And I would also like to that my other best friend, SHENeeU-KISSFan, for ideas for Jack's torture! Thanks Girl! You Rock Too!

I'll reply to reviews at the bottom! So have fun reading!

Disclaimer: Alright! This is for this chapter and last (seeing as I forgot last chapter, lol)! So, I do not own Rise of The Guardians, that is owned by Dreamworks and the author of the books, which I haven't read, sadly, but would love to!

Chapter 10

Jack's POV

I wake up back in my heated cell, but that wasn't the worst part; I've lost Thalia, forever. I'll never see her amazing smile or hear her musical laughter ever again.

I lay on the hot floor that seems to keep getting hotter the longer I lay there, and think about all the things we will never get to do together. We'll never go ice skating again; we'll never get to build another snow family. All these things, and more, keep coming to mind as I lay there, getting weaker and weaker by the minute.

Eventually, my mind starts to replay her death. As I relive every moment, I continue feeling even more useless. Maybe what Pitch said was right; maybe my magic, and in extension me, are a curse. Maybe I am too dangerous for people to be around. Maybe all I cause is destruction and death. But that's not really my fault… is it? Yeah, I was the one to make contact with Thalia; none of the others, but does that mean her death is really all my fault? Silent tears start to fall from my eyes, as I eventually come to the conclusion that it was all my fault.

The Shadows eventually come in and get me; I don't struggle when they switch my shackles, I'm too heart broken to even really notice. They drag me to the torture chamber and get me all set up for Pitch.

"What's this, Jackie? No struggle? No yelling?" I hear Pitch say from the shadows.

I remain silent as the Shadows start ripping my new sweater off of me in small pieces, so it will be impossible to fix. When my sweater is gone, Pitch takes a few minutes to look me over. My wounds are mostly healed, but there are a few sore spots left.

"So, Jack. How are you feeling about being the cause of poor Thalia's death?" Pitch taunts me.

I close my eyes, to keep the tears at bay. Pitch laughs at me, and I open my eyes in time to see Pitch pull out his black sand knife. I close my eyes tighter and wait for him to start slashing at my body, but that's not where I feel the knife. I flinch when I feel a stinging pain across my right eye, it's not deep enough to blind me or leave a scar, but it still stings a lot.

I gasp and move my head away, involuntarily. Pitch chuckles at my pain and proceeds to slash at my body randomly; opening old wounds as he goes.

Eventually, I black out form the pain and exhaustion. I wake up, back in my heated cell; I try to move, but I can't even move a finger. I start to feel angry, and not only at my predicament, but at Pitch most of all. He was the one who stabbed Thalia, he's the reason I was useless when he stabbed her; he's also the reason for my predicament. If he hadn't tried to take over, then I would never have become a Guardian, and then I wouldn't have had any believers that I would have been playing with the first day I saw Thalia.

I try to move again, and am met with some success. I don't know how long I have been lying there, but eventually the Shadows come back for me. I try to push away from them, but can't get very far before one grabs me and the other switches my shackles around. They drag me back to Pitch, but I don't go quietly this time. I yell and struggle as hard as I can to get away, but they only grip harder making me yell out in pain, and stop struggling until they've got me ready for Pitch; then I start to try and get loose from the chain while I wait.

"Well, Jackie, that was quite entertaining!" Pitch says as he comes into view, referring to my struggles.

"Pitch, this is ridiculous!" I yell at him. "You might as well kill me now! You've killed the one person whom I've ever really loved! There isn't any other really reason for me to live!"

"What about the children?" Pitch asks innocently.

I look at him confused. "They have the others, I'm not that important anyways…" I whisper.

'You know, Jackie. The more I'm here with you, the safer the children are," he says casually. "How about we make a little deal? As long as you stay here, I'll leave the other Guardians, and all the children of the world, alone. How does that sound?"

I hang there for a moment, trying to decide if this is another trick. I eventually come to the conclusion that it won't matter either way; I'm going to be stuck here anyways; it's not like if I deny his deal, that he'll just me go.

I sigh and drop my head to my chest in defeat. "Alright, Pitch, you have a deal." I say slowly, not believing I'm making a deal with Pitch Black.

"Good! Now, back to what we were doing," Pitch says as he creates his whip, and flicks it in my direction; I flinch automatically, but it doesn't hit me, and Pitch laughs. "A little jumpy now are we, Jack?"

He walks behind me and starts to whip my back and sides. It continues like this for hours, but I don't make any noise, knowing that's what he wants. Eventually, he comes back around to face me.

"What's wrong, Jack? Lost your voice, have you?"

"No, I didn't. Why? Don't like the sound of your own voice, anymore?"

He flicks the whip and it hits my left cheek, making me cry out with surprise. "There we go! I thought you forgot how to yell." He then wraps the whip around my neck, and he tightens it, cutting off my air. I start gasping for air and trying to struggle free. The only thing that happens is the whip gets tighter around my neck. I start to panic when I start to see black spots start to appear in my vision.

Pitch finally unwraps the whip from around my neck. I start gasping for breath; when I finally have my breath back; Pitch starts to whip me more. I start yelling and screaming, while Pitch laughs enjoying himself. I don't know how, but the next thing I know is Pitch is the one yelling in pain and clutching a frozen hand. He drops his whip and starts cursing under his breath. He turns and yells for the Shadows. "Take him back to his cell." He looks at me then turns back to the Shadows and nods, as if giving permission for something.

I fall from the hook to the ground in a heap, only to be yanked back up and dragged back to my cell. When we get there they don't shackle my legs to the stake in the floor. Instead they go straight to one of the heated walls; there they unshackle my hands and shove me against the wall while restraining me firmly against the wall. The second my skin touches the wall; I start screaming and thrashing, from the heat; without any success.

After what feels like hours, I'm let down from the wall. I've lost my voice from all the screaming, and the Shadows drag me back to the center of the room, and chain my ankles to the stake.

I lay there going in and out of consciousness, and when I am conscious all I can think about is how much of a failure I am. I can't keep anyone safe! Sure, I'm keeping the North and the others safe, along with the children, but even I don't know if I'm doing that right now… I wasn't even able to keep Thalia safe, let alone myself safe, from Pitch. I'm fine with me being imprisoned as long as everyone I care about is safe. My thoughts turn to Thalia's parents. They're going to fall apart when they find out what happened… I start to feel the tears fall again at the thought.

Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted by the Shadows arrival. They switch my shackles once again, and drag me from my cell, but they don't take me to the torture chamber. They take me down a different hallway, and into a new room. They drag me inside and I find a large tank of crystal clear water, and a hook hanging from the ceiling; that looks like it's on a pulley system. I look at the tank and start to panic again, and I start to hyperventilate. The Shadows take me over to the tank, and I start struggling to get away, and they connect everything up. I'm left hanging from the hook, still hyperventilating, waiting for Pitch to arrive.

"I see you're all ready for your swim, Jack," Pitch says as he walks in, smiling at me. He takes a breath and sighs with pleasure. "Ah… Jack, your fear has to be the most incredible fear on Earth!" He chuckles to himself, then nods to the Shadows. One pulls a lever and I'm lifted into the air, and my breathing gets faster the closer I get to the top of the tank.

"Pitch, please! Anything but this! Please!" I scream at him as my feet sink into the water. I'm too weak to freeze the water and stop this from happening; I'm useless again, not even able to save myself.

"Oh, Jackie! I wish I could. But this is your punishment for freezing my hand with your cursed magic," he replies, feigning sympathy.

Before I can reply, I'm plunged into the water. I start to struggle and try to get to the surface, but with my hand chained together and me being as weak as I am, I can't move very well. My air escapes from my mouth, and I black out soon after wards. I come to right when the water is passing over my legs, as I'm being pulled back out. I gasp air back into my lungs; I look around and see Pitch standing in front of the tank, smiling.

"Well, that was fun, now wasn't it Jackie?"

"Oh, yeah…" I cough. "Lots of fun…" I finish, in a whisper so Pitch can't hear me.

"What was that, Jackie?"

"Nothing…"

"Alright! Let's go again!" Pitch says with a wicked smile on his face.

"Pitch, please, I'm begging you; please don't do this to me again. Please, I'll do anything; just don't put me back in that water again! Please!"

Pitch seems to consider this, and eventually orders the Shadows to take me back to my cell. They let me down and drag me back into my cell where my body and hair dry almost instantly. They drop me on the floor, where they change my shackles around once again.

They leave and I lay on the floor, what could Pitch planning for me? I think. I start thinking of Jamie and of my other believers, and I finally realise that I'm never going to see them ever again. I think about the Guardians, and how they're probably wondering where Thalia and I are.

I think about how I wasn't able to save Thalia, again; and how useless and what a failure I've become. At that moment, I've given up. I give up on the idea that I'm getting out of here. I give up on defeating Pitch; it's impossible. I give up on seeing Jamie or any of the other children; believers or not. I give up on being with the other Guardians. I knew this when I made the deal with Pitch, but there was always a little hope that I would get out, but now… I've given up hope. After everything that has happened here, there is no way that I can still hold on to the childishness of myself; not with Thalia not being here.

Eventually, the Shadows come back and they drag me to the torture chamber. There, they hang me from the ceiling hook and leave me there, hanging by my wrists.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps. I look up and see Pitch striding into the chamber. My head slumps back down to my chest. Pitch's footsteps get louder and louder, until they stop a couple of feet in front of me. I feel him grab my chin and force my head up; I look into his gold eyes and see him smile. He lets go of my chin, and it falls back down to my chest. I hear him move to my side, then I feel my shoulder flare with pain as he puts an unusually deep gash in it with a knife he has.

I cry out, and feel tears fall down my cheeks as he laughs at my pain. He leaves me alone until the pain stops; then he places his hand over the cut and I start screaming again. I can't really see what he's doing, but I can certainly make a guess. It feels like I'm on fire, but inside my veins… It feels like he's putting sand directly into my veins, and I can feel it spreading through out my body. It must be his nightmare sand that he's using; that's why it must be burning.

I continue to scream for what feels like hours, but in reality couldn't have been a few minutes. Finally, Pitch removes his hand from the cut and the pain recedes a bit. It recedes enough for me to stop screaming, at least; I start to gasp for air, and I feel that tears are still falling down cheeks, and I finally notice how hot I am. I look to Pitch and try to talk, to ask what he did to me, but nothing but a small gasp of air escapes my mouth. I start to loss consciousness. I hear Pitch say something then smirk, but I didn't catch it; then everything goes black, and I'm plunged into an abyss of pain and darkness…

Pitch's POV

"Step one, is complete…" I say, as I watch Jack fall unconscious from the pain, and smirk at him.

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Fabulous84: Sorry I took so long to update, I hope you wont hate me for this chapter, and having to wait one more chapter for what's really going on. ;) Hehehehehe!

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So that's all… Can't wait to read some more reviews; even if they are hate on how I'm hurting Jack. I still want to hear what you guys all think about the story, even if you have already told me in person, lol.

Now I have to go write the next chapter…Hmm… then type it up… ugh! It might take a while… Anyways! Merry late Christmas and a Happy New Year!

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