When Nightmares are Present
By: Wolflover77
Enjoy~
Hello my little tacos! This is extremely late, and rather short and poorly written… (I'll probably go back and fix it) but I figured you guys would like to know I'm still alive xD Personal issues and school have taken quite a toll on momma Wolfie, so please be patient my dears. I love you all, and I hope you enjoy.
This is simply a filler. You can skip it if you'd like. Everything will be recapped in the next chapter.
And once again, G. This fic contains BLOOD/GORE/TORTURE. Please do not read this story and then comment that it's too violent. That's how I intended it to be. I don't want to upset any of you, so please. Note that this isn't some rainbow-bunny-unicorn-my little pony-fairy story. It's horror. And angst. And just twisted things.
Please, enjoy!
A note to my reviewers:
1captain obvious- THAT IS EXACTLY HOW I FEEL. I guess I was just born with it, but I just love seeing cute, innocent boys get hurt and then fixed up. It's weird o.o thanks for the review~
Starskulls- OH MY DEAR CHILD WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN MY WHOLE LIFE? Most people think I'm creepy for being a bloodthirsty author, butI have found another of my kind! Thank you so very much for the support and review. You're awesome~
Writeous- you made me cry with that one, I must say. Thank you so much. It means a lot to know that people enjoy this story c": And you are completely correct. After all, Pitch is all about fear. And fear doesn't just come in the form of nightmares; it can come in much worse forms of evil. Thank you very much for the review~
PippaFrost, blakkyu, XxTheMoonRiddlexX, Rosepink4140, thisisentertaining, sarafine-ecleip- thank all of you for the reviews! I appreciate them so much!
"Your disobedience will be reprimanded."
Silk sheets flew off his body as he bolted upright in terror, frantically glancing around the small, dark-lit room.
"Who's t-there?" Jack stuttered, his neck twisting to scan the room for any visitors. To his relief he got no reply and found no person in the room. Letting out a large breath he pulled the sheets back around his shoulders, still in a sitting position.
I've never been in this part of the North Pole before…I wonder if it's new? North must've just built it.
In front of him was a large wooden door. It was shut all the way, allowing no light from the hallway to make its way into the room. The only source of illumination came from a small red lamp sitting on a wooden nightstand on the right side of the bed. Jack shivered despite his already cold interior, and wrapped the blankets tighter around him. He wanted to feel Bunny's soft fur, Tooth's ticklish feathers, North's scruffy beard… oh how he missed his friends.
He glanced again at the small nightstand, noticing a tall glass of ice water sitting nicely on an intricately designed coaster. Droplets of condensation covered the outside of the cup; it had been sitting there for a while. He winced as he reached for the water, his aching muscles shouting in protest.
He closed his eyes as he brought the glass to his lips, slowly sipping its contents.
"Your disobedience will be reprimanded"
The words repeated over and over in his head until he could no longer take it. The voice sounded muffled and angry- like no one's voice he had ever heard before. The fact that he could not find out where or whom it had come from drove him insane, absolutely bonkers. Of course, he could just be hearing things… but something in his gut told him he should continue to ponder the ominous words. He continued to sip his water while thinking about why such strange words would have been spoken to him.
The ice cubes in the glass clanked against the inside of the cup as Jack took the final sip of his precious water. Suddenly, his head started to ache tremendously, along with his chest. He put the glass down on his lap and held his head, groaning in pain. He grabbed the cup to put it back on the nightstand so he wouldn't break it, his muscles aching as he stretched his arm to set the glass down. He noticed something odd about the bottom of the cup. It was… mysteriously dark. At a closer glance, he found that indeed it was darker. Black sand crystals covered the bottom of the glass.
Oh no…
Jack immediately picked the glass up and launched it at the wall, screeching as memories came flooding back into his mind. He threw the blankets off of him and tried to get off the bed to escape, only to find his right ankle was shackled to the footboard of the bed. Jack's eyes widened in fear as everything came back to him. Pitch's torture, the horrifying nightmares… Pitch taking him from the hospital wing of the North Pole.
Pitch.
Jack's chest heaved as he looked town at his half naked body to find his bandages had not been changed. He choked when he realized he was only in his boxers.
Footsteps could be heard down the hallway, causing Jack to freeze in terror. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion-the wooden door creaked open, allowing light from whatever was behind it to flood in. Jack quickly yanked the covers back on him, trying to hide his body from further embarrassment. Sure enough, a terrifyingly familiar black leather boot made its way through the door, followed by a long, dark torso covered in an onyx colored cloak. Jack did not have to see the figures face to know who it was.
"Jackie! You're finally awake," Pitch glanced at the broken shards of glass on the floor. "oh that wasn't very nice! That was an antique from…" he put his hand on his head, pretending to think. "oh what does it matter!"
"Pitch what the hell was in that water-"
Not even two seconds later, the man was beside Jack's bed, his hand on the boy's throat. Jack's lungs screeched for air, but Pitch's grip was merciless.
"Let's just say… I hope you enjoy feeling hot." Pitch's smirk terrified Jack to death. But before the helpless boy could muster a whimper of fear, his entire being was engulfed in a heat which he had never experienced before. Only one thought crossed his mind as he stared up as Pitch's face.
I'm going to die here.
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