Rise of the Guardians: When Nightmares are Present

By: Wolflover77

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I have nothing more to say other than read on! This chapter contains language, sexual themes, and the usual gore/ torture. You have been warned (: enjoy!

She had always held Jack close to her heart. He was a sweet, caring boy, always sacrificing himself for the good of others… especially the children. They had that in common. She cared deeply for the children she collected teeth from, and Jack cared very deeply for the children he played with- the ones that believed in him. She had been there those nights when he couldn't sleep… when he would lie in bed crying, quietly as not to wake the other guardians. He and Tooth had a special connection… she had always felt the teenager's warm smile, despite his cold exterior, brightened her day.

But now that Pitch had taken him from her and the rest of the guardians, war had begun. Pitch and Jack had been in several quarrels before; Tooth always had to nurse Jack's injuries back to health. Despite their many battles, whether Jack won or lost, he always made his way home.

North stormed into the room, Bunny soon following. Sandy had dozed off.

"This is ridiculous!" North exclaimed, slamming his fists down on the coffee table located on the far left side of the room. His back was turned toward the other guardians, hiding his grimace of utter disgust.

"Santa, this will all be worked out. We've got an army trained and ready to kick Pitch right back in the ass. You've just gotta have faith, mate." Bunny said, placing a furry paw on North's shoulder. Bunnymund's ears twitched with agitation.

North turned around. "I presume you're right," he said, glancing at one of his Yetis. North walked closer to Tooth, Bunny following. "After all, we are guardians. We should know damn well what faith is…"

"And if you don't have faith Santa," Tooth said "how will any of us?" Tooth stepped aside, revealing several tear stricken faces of tiny fairies, and angry looking Yetis. North smirked.

"Ready the troops we have prepared. It's been three days too many. Pitch will learn to respect the guardians, whether he likes it or not." North said, as he looked at his comrades. It was time for them to take action.

Another silent whimper.

Another slice made into his pale skin.

"Jackie," Pitch cooed as he walked around the stone table with his hands placed formally behind his back, grasping the silver dagger of choice he'd been using to torment the boy. "I simply asked you a question. The least you could do for me would be to answer it. Considering you've managed to piss me off in every way possible since your arrival." The elder smirked at the boy's shivering form. His sweatshirt was bloodstained and torn. He could see the bloodied gauze through one of the tears in the hoodie where one of his minions had miserably failed t wrapping Jack's wounds. His jeans were tattered as well, along with his sneakers. He was helplessly squirming in his restraints.

It made the sadistic man smile with glee.

Jack's cries continued; sobs of utter pain and terror tore from his lips and tears ran from his eyes till they slid down his ears and fell onto the table. He clenched and unclenched his fists, tugging with all the energy his arms and legs would allow. His mind was fevered, his body working on auto-pilot. He hadn't eaten in days, and had not been allowed sleep. At least, he hadn't been allowed voluntary sleep; Pitch had knocked him out several times to plague him with nightmares for his own pleasure.

"I will ask once more boy, and then I think you know what will happen. You must learn your lesson… I can't have disobedient prisoners. Now," Pitch was once again inches away from the boy's face. Jack gulped. He didn't want to hear the question again.

This isn't real. It's not happening. He's messing with me. He's the devil. FOCUS Jack. Escape routes. Healing remedies. Anything but this…

"Where is the boy Jack? Where is Jamie?"

Raging hooves and loud whinnies could be heard throughout the stables. The reindeer were bucking and grunting, eager and ready to go. Jack was always the one to slip them little peppermints or small chocolates- he always pet them in their sweet spot, and knew every single one of their names, even the ones that weren't Santa's top eight employees. Once North had explained to them the reason for his absence, they had gone wild. North was proud that he had such a courageous army ready to fight… he just didn't know if it would be enough. If they didn't hurry, Pitch could have already gotten ten times more powerful.

After much coaxing of angry reindeer, Santa made his way back inside for a nice cup of hot coco to calm his frazzled nerves. And then it was off to Pitch's lair.

Bunnymund stood gazing out the window in his room at the vast landscape of the north pole. Tiny elves and yetis played, cheeks red from frost and smiles innocent with joy. Santa had made a point not to tell the little ones about Jack's disappearance… he didn't want to cause any more panic than was necessary. Tooth stood behind Bunny, a soft hand on his shoulder.

"You know he'll make it. He'd never quit on his favorite kangaroo." Tooth tried comforting. Bunny's nose twitched, adding the faint traces of a smile to his face.

"Aye mate. I know he'll pull through. But… that doesn't mean he's gonna be the same as before. I know Pitch. He'd do…" Bunny sighed and looked down. Glancing back up at Tooth Fairy he continued. "he'd do anything Tooth. Terrible things, disgusting things to get what he wants."

"Jack wouldn't go down without a fight. He's strong-"

Santa burst into the room. "Fellow guardians, it is time. Jack is waiting. Gather your things… we leave in three minutes."

Screams. More screams. Grunts of pain. Cries of terror.

"You're a fucking idiot if you think I'm telling you where he is." Jack groaned. Pitch had used his dagger to slice Jack's sweatshirt off. He was bare-chested and vulnerable. The left side of his neck had been bruised badly. His right collarbone was shattered. His ears bled from screaming and yelling. On of his ribs was broken so badly he could see how crooked the bone was through his thin, pale skin. His old wound in his side had been reopened, and a new slice had been opened near his waist.

Pitch had been through several torture instruments; his dagger didn't have the effect he wanted, so he had smashed the boy's collarbone with a hammer. He decided to save the rest of the corkscrews for when he needed them… Jack despised them. When Jack's screaming became too loud and obnoxious, Pitch put him to sleep and tormented him with nightmares. When he awoke again, the man aked him the same question he'd been asking for hours. He still had no answer.

Jack lifted his head, wincing at the pain that shot down his spine. Pitch's nightmares were getting worse. Killing off all of his friends…. Killing Jamie… and now… sexually assaulting him? What was this man trying to accomplish?

"Did you like my last dream Jack? I made it special… just for you," Pitch said, caressing the boy's broken collarbone. Jack yelped. "But you have yet to answer my question…" Pitch pulled out a sharp blade, waving it in front of the frostling's face. "Where. Is. The. Boy?"

Jack squirmed in his leather straps and closed his eyes. Pitch Black made a low tsk tsk sound with his mouth, and moved down to the lower portion of the boy's body. The elder ran his slender fingers down the boy's chest, stopping quickly at the elastic of his boxers. He toyed with it until Jack began fidgeting with all his might, shouting out for him to stop. Jack's back arched off the table, in an attempt to buck Pitch's hand off of him. Pitch growled and firmly grasped Jack's hips with both hands, and slammed him back down onto the table. A loud cry erupted from Jack, and his eyes opened wide. Jack's right hip had been cracked, and it felt like utter hell.

Pitch smirked, and held one hand on his fractured hip, while jabbing the blade deep into the skin right above the waistline of Jack's pants. He dragged it across the skin, erupting howls from Jack's body. Pitch simply smiled. At this rate, Jack would break in a matter of days.

Sorry for the brutal torture… I guess it's just a way I express the pain I feel inside on nonexistent characters _ Speaking of which…. I might not be uploading as frequently, or at odd times, because I have some issues. I've been battling Bulimia for years, and I'm finally getting some help. So, reviews would make me smile!

Wolfie~