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(In the Between)

"Let go of me you boneheads!" Jack yelled at the two skeletons that had him by the arms, the winter spirit tried planting his feet as he was dragged down the dimly lit corridor.

The guards snarled as the boy's efforts began to slow them down, with a low growl both stopped in mid step.

Jack smirked, "What, can't handle a little ole spirit like me?" the teen gloated at the fact he had frustrated the guards. Jack cringed when the one of the guards let out a shrill sound that nearly shattered his ear drum, "Gods! What were you in life, a Banshee?"

Stone erupting into the air made Jack nearly jump out of his skin, blue eyes widened at the large skeleton emerging from the hole.

Jack yelped when the new skeleton grabbed his ankles and yanked him upwards, the teen twisted violently trying to get free as he was stretched out between the three guards. Jack grumbled as he was toted by his arms and ankles down the winding corridors, realizing that there was no way to get free of the guards vice like grip.

After what felt like hours to Jack the guards emerged into a large oval shaped room, the winter spirit filled with dread as he caught sight of the heavy iron hatch door, he realized that this cell must be the same as the one Terror had put him in earlier. Jack renewed his attempts to get free as the guards carried him over to the ominous opening. "I hope you know that as soon as you put me in there I'll just find a way to get back out." The teen growled as he was held over the cell.

The guards glanced at each other, as if that hadn't occurred to them.

Jack shuddered slightly when the guards began 'talking' to each other, which consisted of low groans and shrill shrieks. The teen startled when he was suddenly flung down into the cell with such force he swore his bones shook when he hit the ground, Jack startled when the cell echoed with the sound of one of the guards dropping down beside him.

Before he could react the skeleton had grabbed his ankle and snatched him towards the middle of the cell.

"What are you doing!" Jack snarled as the guard's sharp fingers cut his skin, he tried kicking free as the guard ignored him and continued looking for something under the moldy straw.

A grunt escaped the guard when it found what it had been searching for, the sound of a chain clanking resounded off cold stone.

Jack cringed when cold steel snapped around his ankle, "Perfect." The spirit glared at the tight shackle now latched onto his ankle, he followed the chain to a small metal rung that had been imbedded into the stone floor. He watched as the guard pulled on the chain making sure it was firmly attached to the rung. Then with an agility Jack hadn't thought possible of a creature made of only bone the guard leapt straight into the air and out of the cell.

Within seconds the walls shook when the hatch was dropped down, sealing the cell closed. Jack sighed as he was plunged into complete darkness, the teen scooted back till he felt his back touch the cold stone. "I really hope that Pitch is coming, I can't take being in this place too much longer." Jack whimpered as pain rippled through his wrist as the damp cold began to sink into the broken bones.


(At Latvia Resort)

"Iris! Iris where are you?" Sam called frantically as he limped down the enormous corridor; at least for the small kitten it seemed enormous.

The poor feline had been searching the casino for what felt like an eternity since Pitch had tricked him into letting him go. Sam was beside himself with worry, Pitch was in danger now because of him and he couldn't even find someone to let them know.

"Where is everyone!" Sam mewed in frustration; he was completely lost within the vast winding halls of the casino.

"What the hell is a cat doing in here?"

Sam froze mid-step at the gruff voice, crimson eyes widening at the large ogre that was now emerging from a room up ahead of him. A squeak escaped him as the kitten turned to flee before the guard caught him.

"Oh no you don't!" the hall echoed with loud thuds as the ogre hurried forward towards the now fleeing fluff ball.

Sam cried out when his cast caught on the carpet, he tumbled head over heels into the wall. He sat up dazed, a mewl of panic escaped him when he was suddenly snatched into the air by the scruff of his neck. Crimson eyes stared in sheer terror at the guard that now had him captive.

"Calm down stray." The guard spoke roughly when the kitten began twisting trying to get free of his hold. The creature shook the feline slightly, "Look I'm late to my card game, so I'm just going to toss you back out to the alley where strays belong."

Sam hissed as he was toted down the hall, he couldn't be put out or he would never be able to save Pitch. Crimson eyes glanced at the guard, he hated to do what he was about to since the ogre wasn't exactly going to be happy about it. But he had no choice…

A loud curse filled the hall when Sam twisted suddenly and swiped his good paw across the guards face. Leaving several thin lines across the creature's dark colored skin.

The ogre roared with the sudden pain, he instinctively brought his hand to his face, which of course meant he no longer had his hold on his captive.

The moment he hit the floor Sam was running, his cast making a slight 'thunk' as he did. The feline darted into a room and scurried under one of the large pieces of furniture within the room.

"You little fur ball! When I find you…"

Sam scrunched further under the dresser as the guards threat drifted through the air, he whimpered when vibrations shook him as the ogre stomped into the room.

"Gathen!"

Sam tensed when a second voice echoed in the hall

"What?"

"They found Hadeth he was murdered!"

"What! What happ…"

The floor shook as the guard quickly forgot about the feline he had been chasing in lue of the new development.

Sam waited until he was sure the guard was gone, then he squeezed out from under the dresser and rushed back down the corridor. The sudden sounds of the casino filled his ears, Sam paused his heart clenching at the sight of the hundreds of spirit's and mythics milling around.

"Ok…just breathe…" Sam took a breath trying to calm himself as he scanned the large room for any sign of the people he was searching for. A chirp escaped him when he caught sight of Eros at the far end of the room at a counter, "Eros!" he huffed when the man simply turned and entered the archway beside the counter.

Without another thought the kitten rushed forward, ducking and dodging between the legs of spirit's and mythics alike. After what felt like an eternity Sam finally reached the front of the counter, "Ok…now how to get to the doorway without the secretary spotting me?" the feline could hear the nymphs fingers clicking on the keyboard as she typed.

"…yes we have three rooms available…yes we offer room service." The nymph's voice drifted down to the hidden feline.

"What I need is a distra…" Sam startled when heavy footsteps shook his tiny frame as a large earth spirit walked up. The kitten scrunched his nose at the man's bare feet wafted a strong earthen smell into his nose, "Sheesh, wash much?" Sam chirped as he glanced up at the man now speaking with the secretary about his reservation. The kitten waited until both were in full discussion then he darted around the counter and into the archway he had seen Eros go.

"Awwww come on!" Sam huffed at the large mountain of stairs that now loomed in front of him. "Can't anything be easy!" the kitten sighed as he began the daunting task of climbing to the top.


(In the Between)

Golden eyes glanced apprehensively at the looming forest, he could feel the fear and anguish within the blackened trees. Pitch watched as a cloud of transparent mist rushed from the trees, swirling like a storm towards him, a shudder rippled through him when it settled on his grey skin, he could hear the wretched souls that were trapped within the mist, crying for him to help them escape.

"Sorry, but I do not have time." The Nightmare King was truly sorry he could do nothing for the poor souls that would be forever cursed to roam the Between, not dead but not truly alive either.

The mist swirled upwards, curling around his face as if the souls were begging him to change his mind.

Pitch sighed, his breath sending the mist outwards, "I can do nothing for you," he spoke quickly when a thought occurred to him, "But you can help keep another from suffering your fate." He continued when the mist seemed to waver, "My brother has been taken by Terror, he will kill him and he will be cursed to suffer your fates."

Low wails resounded from the mist, the souls within it arguing amongst themselves

"Please," Pitch's voice trembled slightly as he tried to keep his emotions under control, "I beg you, please help me keep him from being taken."

The mist swirled around the spirit, then with it shot into the forest.

Pitch had to run to keep up with the fleeing souls, the sound of his feet hitting the ground echoed like shots off blackened bark. Leaves rained upwards as the Nightmare King crashed under low hanging branches in his efforts to keep up with the mist of fickle souls.

After what felt like hours to Pitch the mist abruptly stopped, swirling back to him then forwards again before disappearing completely.

Cautiously Pitch walked forward, he took a breath when a giant stone castle rose into the blackened sky outlined by thousands of lit torches that cast flickering shadows in all directions. Pitch reached into his robe and pulled the small dragon statue out, he held it in his palm as he stretched his arm towards the fortress.

A slow shiver shook the stature, then a ripple shuddered over it. "Jackson is inside, he is in pain." The golden dragon glowed brightly as its soft voice filled the air.

Pitch growled as he replaced the statue into his robe, "When I get my hands on Terror…"

"You'll do what?"

Pitch couldn't help but jump when Terror's sinister voice filled the air around him, he glanced around as his scythe formed. Golden eyes glanced in all directions searching for the spirit he knew was watching him.

"I knew waiting for the Mist of Souls to take pity on you would pay off." Terror's voice held a gloating edge, "Saved me the trouble of having to look for you myself."

"Just come out you coward!" Pitch's knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip around the handle of his weapon. "Come out so I can take your head from your shoulders!"

Terror chuckled as he emerged from the stone wall and stepped into the flickering light of the torches, the man opened his arms out to the side, "Well, here I am Pitch. Let's see if you put a better fight than your brother did."

A yell of sheer rage shook the Between, the ground resounded with Pitch's forward charge.

The air screamed when scythe met sickle, sparks and sand flew in all directions as Terror's weapon intercepted Pitch's.

Pitch snarled, his muscles straining to bring the blade into his own face that was sneering back at him, "I will…kill…you!" the spirit pressed harder with each word trying to wipe the sneer from the surface of Terror's mask.

Terror laughed, "Pitch, spirit's have been trying to kill me for millennia." The spirit ducked suddenly catching Pitch off guard "What makes you think that you can?" Terror racked his sickle in a low sweeping motion.

A cloud of crimson flew into the air, followed by Pitch's cry of pain.

Pitch stumbled backwards, his hand going to his side. Golden eyes widened when he pulled his hand away, he stared at the blood now covering his palm.

"You can't tell me that's all you got Pitch…" Terror chuckled as black sand swirled around the spirit and wrapped around the large wound.

A smirk came to Pitch face, "Not by a long shot."

Terror barely managed to dodge to the side when a tendril of obsidian sand shot from the ground, the man twisted again to avoid the strike of the second. "This fighting style is…" he jumped sideways again, avoiding the third, "..very unlike you…" Terror bent backwards, the fourth tendril reflecting within the surface of his mask as it lashed just inches above him.

"Actually…it is just like me."

A feeling that had long since been buried within Terror bubbled to the surface when Pitch appeared beside him, a scream filled the Between as the Nightmare King buried his scythe into the chime filled robe.


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