Hey guys thanks for all the reviews. I love hearing from you guys. Doyle0915 Muertes is a male, I am sorry if I translated the name wrong, I was under the impression that e was masculine (Hides head in shame) Can't change it now…( maybe Muertes won't find out) Anyway, story and my characters are mine, the others are not ;) Enjoy
(North Pole Infirmary)
Crushing darkness met his eyes as the nightmares disappeared. Pitch tried to move but his body wouldn't respond. His breathing became rapid as he began to panic. He couldn't remember where he was or what had happened.
"Pitch! Calm down!"
A hand touched his; He recognized the soft voice of Tooth, in an instant the recent events came rushing back to him.
"All right, now that you're awake Pitch." the Leprechaun's voice was all business, " I believe I have just the thing to heal you," Patrick's voice paused, "Or kill you."
"Damn you." Pitch thought at the humor in his voice
"Are you sure about this?" North's voice was anxious at the thought of what could go wrong
"Wonder where Rabbit is? He'd be the first one to jump at the chance of killing me." Pitch thought as the others in the room continued to argue. Suddenly he felt someone touch his shoulder
"Now my friend, if we're lucky this will completely take the paralysis away." he could hear the laugh in Patrick's voice, "And I'm all about luck."
"I hate you all." Pitch thought as a wet cloth brushed the crook of his arm, and then a needle pierced his skin. He wanted to scream as what felt like fire flowed into his veins. He could feel the liquid as it rushed though his body, as it permeated every cell and muscle. His body began to heat up from the inside. It felt as if his entire body had been thrown into an inferno, "I really do."
(At the Cabin)
Blue eyes snapped opened, they looked around the dimly lit cabin confused. He was lying on a couch, a blanket draped over him. His eyes then fell on the sleeping form of Cazador lying in front of the fireplace. Jack sighed as he remembered where he was. He struggled briefly against the ropes that held him tight, he sighed in defeat when they didn't even budge. He whimpered as he tried to reposition his stiffened limbs.
"You sleep well?" the boy rose from the floor and came over to him concerned as he helped Jack sit up
"Yeah, best sleep I've had in years." the sarcasm was apparent in his voice
Cazador smiled, "That good. Worried you be uncomfortable with rope." he then went into the kitchen
"This guy is too much." Jack laughed at the oblivious nature of the boy. "So where exactly are you guys taking me?" he made sure to keep his voice low
Cazador thought as he came into the kitchen doorway, "How best tell?" his eyes lit up, "We go straight, take right, then go by cave, then follow river take left, then we go through other cave. Master home on other side."
Jack looked at him, "Umm, sure that makes sense."
Cazador smiled, "Glad." the boy suddenly looked upstairs, his eyes filled with alarm, "Brother awake now." in one stride he was beside Jack, he looked at him with apologetic eyes, "Brother must not know." he held up the cloth that had been used to gag him.
Jack simply nodded; he shuddered slightly as Cazador carefully placed the cloth between his teeth and tied it. Jack was grateful that he at least didn't pull it as tight as Muertes had.
"Cazador! Why you move him?" Muertes's angry voice could be heard from the stairs
"I wanted sleep front of fire." Cazador said as he rose to his feet.
Muertes seemed to accept his answer, "Fine, we go now."
"What bout wind?"
"We go anyway." he gestured toward the bound boy, "Untie feet so we go."
Cazador gently removed the ropes from Jacks ankles and legs.
Jack cringed as they began to sting as the blood began to circulate through them normally again. He tried to stand but fell heavily to the floor, Cazador helped him to his feet; Jack sighed and followed Muertes into the forest. He knew struggling would only make things worse; his only hope was for the Guardians to find him before they reached that second cave.
As soon as they stepped out of the cabin the wind began to pick up, Muertes grabbed Jack and put his hatchet to his throat, "No interfere!" his voice had a manic tone
Cazador was taken off guard by his brother's action. He held his breath as Jack whimpered at the blade pressed to his throat.
The wind immediately died down, a soft breeze brushing apologetically against Jacks' face.
"You tried." Jack thought as Muertes grinned in triumph and pushed him roughly forward.
"No more hinder us." Muertes laughed, "Master be so proud of me."
Cazador didn't respond as he walked behind them, his mind was racing with the conversation of the night before, "Cazador want to be free. But to be free means to leave brother. Does Cazador want to leave family to be free?" he glanced at his brother who pushed Jack roughly in front of him, "Brother no want to be free. He love Master, I love Master, don't I?" he shook his head as conflicting thoughts swam through his mind.
(North Pole)
Pitch felt as if his body had just been seared by a thousand suns. He could feel the sweat as it beaded on his skin and fell to the bed. A sudden jerk of his arm muscle sent waves of pain through him, he welcomed it though. It meant that whatever Patrick had injected into him was counteracting the poison that Muertes had used.
"I think its working!" the excited voice of North filled the room
Pitch could feel someone leaning over him, "How you feeling Pitch?" the voice of the Leprechaun was smug
With a swift motion Pitch's fist connected with the man's face, "Sorry, muscle spasm." his voice was strained as his throat muscles struggled to regain their strength
"Like hell that was!" Patrick said as he rubbed his aching jaw, "See if I ever do you a favor again."
"Where's Rabbit?" Pitch ignored him as he continued, his body finally waking up.
"He went back to the forest to try and find Jack." Tooth said as she helped him sit up, "He's beating himself up pretty bad that he left him out there. He's been searching all night."
Despite their protests Pitch stood shakily to his feet, "I have to go help him. We have to find Jack now."
"What happened Pitch?" North asked as the Nightmare King started to the door
Pitch stopped briefly, "Muertes has him."
Patrick shuddered, "I've met him once when I paid Death a visit. He is one nasty S.O.B."
"He is taking Jack to Death as we speak." Pitch threw the globe he had picked up from the table, "And I intend to stop him." he was surprised by the globe shattering on the floor leaving nothing but broken glass, water, and flakes of fake snow.
The room fell silent, North was the one to break the silence, "Umm Pitch that was a normal snow globe." he held a globe out to him, "I have the magic one right here."
Tooth couldn't help the giggle that escaped her, Patrick simply grinned.
"I #$%ing hate you all!"Pitch thought as he grabbed the magic globe from North's outstretched hand and threw it. He quickly walked through the portal, followed by the others.
Hope you guys enjoyed. Please review and let me know what you think. I look forward to your reviews :) Thanks again for the support and I promise the next few chapters will be 'fun' (evil laughter heard in distance) Till Next Time