Rise of the Guardians: When Nightmares are Present

By: Wolflover77

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EDITED. Here's the second chapter! I got one review on the previous one that made me smile real big (; I'm glad to know you guys are enjoying this! My mind is a twisted place, so if you don's like blood/gore, evil, and torture, YOU SHALL NOT PASS. Ha, nahh... you just might not like this story. Read on, faithful followers!~

Head throbbing.

Chest aching.

Senses on alert.

Water dripping.

Drip... drip... drip...

It paused for a time.

Drip.

"Gahhh, c'mon" Jack sat up, holding his head. Seriously dude, what's up with the creepy dripping water? It's been doing that for hours. North needs to call the magical plumbers of the North Pole. He thought.

"That was a damn scary dream..."

His eyes remained closed as he sat all the way up. Shaking hands made their way to frosty blue eyes to rub away the remnants of a horrible dream.

His torso was bleeding terribly. Pitch stood above him, cackling. His wrist was stinging... Pitch was going to steal all the children's dreams and make them into nightmares... he wanted Jack to join him!

"Whaa.." Jack mumbled to himself as he opened his eyes. Vivid images flew in front of his eyes like a movie screen. He jerked back, crying out in horror. His back slammed against a rock solid wall, and the right side of his chest screamed with pain. Something cold and wet dripped from his chest to his leg. Jack shivered. His wrist was numb and felt limp. His nightmares had been confirmed; that was certainly the wound from his battle with Pitch. He gulped in horror. Their base in the North Pole didn't have solid, cold, rock walls. He was wounded, and in some unknown place.

"Great. Merry freaking Christmas." Jack muttered, managing not to have a panic attack upon realizing his "dream" was actually reality. He looked around, icy eyes trying to make out the dark space before him.

After an hour of holding his side, cradling his wrist, and contemplating everything that could've happened he realized that he must have passed out from blood loss. He grimaced as he looked at the jagged wound; it was blood crusted, hadn't been cleaned, and was intensely red with infection. He put all attention to his uninjured wrist, and made it as cold as possible. Placing it on his side he sighed. That would make it numb enough for him to focus on the problem that was at hand.

He continued to force himself to remember the minor details his fatigued mind seemed to have forgotten. His face squinted in concentration and annoyance. Several minutes passed before anything came to his mind.

Scream, palm opened, crack, staff lost.

He had no weapon.

Pitch laughing, lying on the ground, red snow, blurred vision.

He had definitely passed out.

North's face. Tooth's face. Bunny's face. Scared. Worried...

Wait that never happened...

Jack's eyes grew wide as he remembered his friends. He had left them alone, his last words to them, "I'll be back soon, I promise! Pitch has nothing on this macho teenager!"

Tears brimmed his eyes. He let them slide down his bruised cheeks. He had failed his friends. Pitch had him locked up in an unknown location and was probably on his way to annihilate all traces of light and happiness from the human race.

SLAM!

Jack nearly jumped ten feet off the ground. The door to his cell slammed open, and a creature he had never seen before appeared in the doorway.

"Pitch here. He see you now." The unrecognizable creature said in an uneducated voice. Jack scooted further against the wall, half expecting to go straight through it and sink into the depths of the unknown. Of course, though, that didn't happen with Jack's continuing bad luck.

Pitch nonchalantly walked in, seemingly floating. He couldn't see the nightling's feet... his black robe draped over his thin body and cascaded down to the floor, completely concealing his legs. It was an odd sight.

"Wakey wakey Jakie," Pitch cooed, smiling down at the boy. His smile actually pained Jack. It was so terrible; there was so much lust and malice in that smile. It wasn't a smile like the ones you get on Christmas or on your birthday. It was mocking happiness. He smiled because of other people's pain.

"I am awake you bastard. I've been awake for hours." Jack grunted, coughing. He tasted blood. Wonderful.

Pitch gave a fake look of surprise. "That's no way for a Guardian to speak!"

"Like you would care," Jack muttered, turning his head to the side to cough again.

"Pardon?" Pitch said, cupping his ear to listen to Jacks reply. Jack looked up at him, but said nothing.

Pitch flared with anger. "I've had it with your childish attitude!" Pitch's anger seemed to come out of nowhere. He lurched forward and picked Jack up by the collar of his torn sweatshirt, causing a surprised yelp to escape Jack's lips.

"W-what? I haven't done anything to you old man!" Jack realized his mistake as soon as he said it. He was in deep now.

Pitch growled. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. I may be old boy, but in this body there is more knowledge and wisdom than you will ever come to posses. I would keep you mouth shut if I were you, if you didn't want anything else other than what I have planned to happen to you."

"What could you possibly have planned, jerk" Jack's fatigue and pain were speaking now. He cringed as he realized what he's said. He didn't want to know what Pitch was going to do to him. He wanted to co home. He wanted to cuddle up in his cold bed and watch the snow fall. To hear the Christmas music... after all it was Christmas season. Wasn't there supposed to be cheer and joy being spread?

"Heh, boy you have no idea where you are do you? This is my lair. I rule here. Your powers are practically useless, while mine are amplified more than you can imaging." Pitch chuckled, and slammed Jack against the wall. He took his free hand and grabbed Jack's wounded side. His dark magic swirled in tendrils around the wound. At first Jack was surprised.

At first, the pain in his side seemed to subside. Jack was stunned. He sensed something had to be amiss. "Why are you healing-" Jack's eyes widened in fear as intense pain shot from his torso to his neck, down his arm, all the way to his feet. Jack screamed. Louder than he thought possible.

Pitch giggled. "Boy, pain worse than this is in store for you if you keep your attitude up. But Back to the point of my visit," Pitch did not let Jack down. The frost spirit was panting, more blood flowing. "You made your point back in that ice wasteland. You wish to stick with the Guardians. I respect your choice to fight for the good of humanity, but I have done some thinking. You are a powerful boy Jack, you just do not know how to use your powers to their fullest yet. And I can't have someone like that running around foiling my plans, now can I? So I'm giving you two options: you freely choose to join me and avoid any torture methods I have in store, or the more painful route. Your choice, child"

"I'm not joining you Pitch." Jack spat. Pitch stood, unflinching. He had expected that answer from the ignorant child.

"So be it. You chose the painful path for yourself, but the fun path for me." Pitch grinned. He dropped Jack to the ground with a thud. Pitch used his foot to flip the frost boy onto his back. Using his darkness, he grasped Jack's wrists, ignoring his whines of pain.

"Pitch stop," Jack muttered. Pitch kicked him in the side. Jack tasted more blood.

Dark tendrils wrapped themselves around Jack's wrists, and Pitch made him stand up on weak legs.

Jack stopped thinking. He stopped trying. He was doomed. The last thing he heard before lowering his head and tuning all else out was Pitch's smut remark.

Pitch chuckled. "You thing that wound is bad, wait until you see what else I have in store."

So? I wrote this at 1:00. I have midterms to study for, ewwuh. But I pulled this out of my butt! I didn't go into any of the torture scenes, because in order for those to be good, my brain has to be at least half awake. Ha, well review and tell me what you would like to see, and I'll take it into consideration for sure!

~Wolfie