A/N: Hey guys! It's been a while… I just had to take a break from this story. I also just realized that my last chapter got all scrambled.
It's a really weird problem that's been continuously happening to me.
Also, I hope my descriptiveness has gotten better over the course of the past two years…
Anyway, being that I don't remember exactly what a wrote for last chapter, I will try my best to recreate it.
"Hello, Jack. Did you miss me?" asked a voice Jack knew all too well.
"What do you want? I thought I'd never have to see your pathetic face again," Jack said.
"Now, now, Jack. That's not a very nice thing to say to such a dear, old friend."
Jack clenched his jaw and through ground teeth said, "You aren't my friend." Pitch looked taken aback.
"What?" he asked, feigning surprise. "I'm not your friend? But we got along well the last time we crossed paths."
Pitch stretched his lips to reveal a razor smile. Jack remained silent.
"What is it, boy? Cat got your tongue?" He laughed and quickly made his face serious once more.
"I will get my revenge on you, Jack. Our battle isn't over. In fact, it has only just begun."
Without another word, Pitch vanished. All traces that he'd ever been there were erased.
Jack stood there, his brow furrowed, deep in thought. If Pitch had wanted revenge, why didn't he just fight him there?
What could Pitch possibly gain from waiting?
Then, his eyes wide, he yelled out to the wind to take him to the workshop.
On the way there, one name repeated itself over and over in his mind.
Lily.