Warning! this story contains: violence, abusive behaviour, swearing, gay sexual behaviour : consensual and possible non consensual

My Jack would not hate Easter... :
Part 3: Tip of the iceberg:

After at least a few hours of screaming out threats and profanities and trying everything he could to get free, Jack knelt down in the middle of the cold panel of his heated room, head bowed and eyes wide and red. He was breathing erratically, fists clenched and nails close to drawing blood. Closing his eyes, he concentrated and managed to calm his breathing somewhat. Opening his eyes again, he looked around himself, paying close attention to everything he could see, every detail, searching for a way around this... imprisonment.
He sat like this for an hour, thinking and analysing, until he punched the panel bellow him in frustration from his inability to find a way out of this. Then his eyes widened. His fist of course left no mark other than the normal frost, but the moment he'd slammed his fist down, the sound suggested that though the metal was most likely impenetrable, it was not extremely thick; It sounded hollow. Not far beneath could lay the mechanisms and wiring that made this thing work. And as he examined the metal plate further, he realised that, though no thicker that the width of a hair, between the panel and the surrounding lit glass, was a gap. A grin pulled at his lips, toothy and full of content madness. He glanced up at the door to the cell; no-one was looking inside and he let out a low chuckle.

"Fools..." Placing both hands palm down close to the edge of the metal plate, frost spread forward from his fingertips and over to the miniscule gap, finding it's way in easily. Jack closed his eyes and concentrated, barely holding back his laughter as he used his magic to feel around below...

Meanwhile, Pitch was curled in on himself, trying his best to hide away from the light, if even just a little. It's intensity was painful and draining. He could barely even think straight anymore.
He'd tried to find a way out, ow how he'd tried; but to no avail. All that that had brought him was making the effects the light had on him work faster and more intensely, wearing him down and making him feels like his skin would burn off.
How long had it been now? A day? A week? He wasn't sure; and he was losing hope as he felt like he may loose consciousness if this kept up for much longer.
It was too bright.
It was too hot...
And now he could hear an infernal ticking noise!
And then the lights started to flicker like god damned Christmas lights which of course just made this situation so much worse an-...!

The lights, started to... wait.

There was one last clicking sound before the sound of something powering down, and then, the lights died completely.

Pitch lifted his head, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the wonderful darkness of the room. The only sound now being his gasping breath.

Not even half an hour ago, Bunny had returned to see how things were, to learn that Jack had only just calmed down not to long before, no longer screaming and instead sitting down without another noise escaping the room he was confined to.
He had talked to the other Guardians some, before deciding to go to the floor bellow to check on the Nightmare king and maybe torment him some more. But before he'd even gotten half way to the other's cell, with his heightened hearing he could hear some odd noises originating from where he'd just come from, and then the lights began to flicker around him. His eyes widened and he ran as fast as he could to were their enemy was hopefully still contained. He would have run to where Jack was, but with three other Guardians already there watching him and nobody watching Pitch, his mind was quickly made up.
Slamming open the door to the small room that held the entrance to Pitch's cell, he growled and pulled out his weapons upon seeing the cell door slowly squeak open.

Tooth gasped as the power went out completely and a maniacal laughter erupted from Jack's cell.

"Oh my goodness! North, what's happening?!" Drawing his swords, the large bearded man held a serious expression.

"Not sure..." He looked from the door Jack was behind to the exit of the room they were in and then back to Jack's door.
"Tooth, you go give Bunny backup, me and Sandy watch Jack."

"A-are you sure?"

"Yes. If this is Boogieman's doing, Bunny may need help. We take care of Jack; go." As he finished talking and Sandy nodded in agreement at Tooth, the laughing got closer. Taking a deep breath, Toothiana nodded and left as she was told.

When she got in eye-sight of the open door in the hallway a floor down, she sped up as she could hear fighting and shouting.

"I told you you would regret this!"

"How the Fuck d'you even get out?!"

"I said it wasn't me!"

Bunnymund was suddenly thrown out of the room, hitting the wall hard enough to crack it. At that she came to a sudden stop, shocked, before hurrying forward to his aid. She knelt down beside him to make sure he was okay. He'd been knocked out, but other than that he seemed alright. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, only to drag it back in to her lungs at the footstep behind her. She spun around, now floating off the floor, daggers at the ready. Pitch stood in the doorway, panting with an unreadable look on his face. He looked up at the ceiling, his pupils so small they were mere dots in the silver and gold pools, even with the now extremely dim natural lighting. he suddenly looked to his left and took off in that direction.

"Hey, Stop! Pitch!" She chased after him, only just managing to catch up to him enough to shove him off to the side and out of the hallway they were in, through a door and over a balcony. They both tumbled down and landed hard on a stone floor with a loud crashing thud. They were now in a large room that was used for storing boxes, wrapping paper and anything else that could be used to wrap up gifts. The only others there being a hand full of elves that soon scurried away in fear.
Groaning, Pitch lifted himself as quickly as his pained body would let him as Tooth rubbed at her head and hissed in pain. He was about to hurry away until Tooth spoke in a worried tone.
"What's happening to him, Pitch..?"

"W-what?" Turning to look down at her as she slowly lifted to her feet

"What... what's happening to him? Why is he becoming like this? This isn't him! Not at all! He's so... So..."

"Well perhaps if you had listened to me things would be getting better right now, but no! You all had to make things worse didn't you?!" Tooth just stood there panting for a moment, unsure of what to say as Pitch ground out the words through clenched teeth.
"Did you realise the energy he lets off now? Is that it? ...Have you noticed that he's the one that turned the power off and not me?!"

"W-we didn't, we couldn't know..."

"Oh close your beak you brightly coloured wench! If you hadn't abandoned him for being with me in the first place then maybe this would have never happened to him! Just maybe he would be happy and there could have been some level of peace between us; but no! As usual you Guardians have to mess everything up! No matter what I do you are all too stupid to see the difference of when I'm endangering your ways or when I'm just existing peacefully! You always see everything in black and white no matter how colourful your exterior! You're fools, the lot of you!" The lights began to flicker back on as power returned to the workshop.
"And Jack... Jack was the wonderful exception. A Guardian who saw things for what they really are! And now-"

"Stop it! We may have made our mistakes but don't push all the blame on us! This is as much your fault as ours!" Tooth had tears in the corners of her eyes as she floated only inches off the floor, hands in tight fists at her sides, daggers laying discarded somewhere on the stone floor from their fall.
They both stared at each other with anger as they heard commotion getting closer from above. Tooth wondered how she could think this man had done nothing wrong. He was evil, selfish, deranged and manipulative as he had always been... And she was right. He was throwing all the blame at them but Pitch had a big role to play in this, and how could he have let things get to this extent if he had nothing to do with it and wanted nothing more than Jack to be happy? She gritted her teeth.
"I hope he leaves you because he deserves far better..!"

"Oh? And who would that be? You?" he laughed under his breath. And then their eyes widened as debris fell beside them; they both looked up as they realised the fighting they'd been hearing was now on the balcony above. They stepped back a few times as the fight, including Bunny who had evidently come to, found it's way to their floor in a similar way that Tooth and Pitch had ended up there.
Pitch soon spotted Jack lifting himself up, staff in hand.
"Jack!" A wave of relief hit Pitch, but was quickly replaced with worry at the way the boy turned and looked at him. Jack stomped forward in a slow run towards Pitch.

"You told me everything would be okay! I trusted you and you lied!" Jack screamed out before swinging his staff at Pitch the moment he was close enough, catching the taller man off guard and throwing him back in to a wall. He hit the wall far harder than Bunny had not long before, and though it somehow didn't knock him out, it made him cough up blood, and the Guardians all stared in shock at what just happened.
Pitch felt impossibly weak in this moment. He had been pushing himself as it was, his powers and strength weakened immensely from being trapped in that infernal room; and now his lover had hit him so hard he'd crashed in to a wall and was coughing up blood and wheezing, unable to pick himself up as Jack got closer, but also unwilling to fight back against the boy.
He'd never felt quit like this before, so weak and so willing to be this way. He could nearly feel his powers betray him, leaving him along with his will to protect himself from the boy in front of him; a sort of depression being their replacement.
Jack dropped his staff and fell to his knees in front of him, anger masking a face that should be smiling at him.
He barely defended himself when the freezing punches started, hitting him in the face and arms and chest, intent on not harming Jack and feeling after what he has done that he deserves this.
The Guardians didn't know what to do in this situation, frozen in there place by the sheer madness of it all.
Was that really Jack they were seeing beating up Pitch who was letting him do it?
The lights flickered some around them, and the punches slowed and then stopped, Jack blinking and breathing heavily as he stared in to Pitch's eyes. His fists fell to his sides and he began to cry as the anger turned in to fear and regret.
"I... I..!" Jack tried to speak his voice trembling and confused. Pitch lifted a hand to soothingly stroke the younger's pale cheek and Jack was horrified at what he had just done to his lover. Jack's crying became more intense and he was shaking as he reached forward to hold the man's bleeding face in his trembling hands.

"...Jack..."

"P-Pitch... I, I'm so sorry..! Please forgive me... I'm so sorry! So so sorry! Please... I, I love you, I'm sorry..! I love you I do, I-I don't know w-what I..!" Pitch shushes him and Jack let's him pull him in to an embrace, his head leaning on the beaten man's shoulder as a hand rests on the top of his snowy head.

"It's okay Jack, It's okay..." Jack tried to calm down but the tears wouldn't stop, his hands holding on to the man's robe tightly as he continued to whisper apologies in to his lover neck.
The Guardians began to advance towards the pair who were now curled up on each other. Jack noticed them coming closer and without lifting from Pitch's hold he shouted warningly at them.

"Stay back! Don't come near us, I won't let you!" As he said this an unusually fogy coloured frost spread out from under him, stopping about a meter in front of the Guardian's feet as they came to a sudden halt. Jack would have done more than just that, if it wasn't for the hand that now stroked gentle fingers through his hair calmingly. He closed his eyes as soft shushing noises left the man he held tightly and warm breath fell over his ear.

"...Jack. Let's just go home..."

"...Y-yeah..." Pitch moves his free hand sideways and the lights in the room flickered a couple of times as the shadows grew around them; balling his hand in to a fist, the lights completely went out for a second, everything going pitch black;
and when they came back on,
the two were gone...

At last, part 3!
I hope you like this chapter, and I hope there are still some of you who are waiting for updates and haven't given up on me cause of my terrible updating skills... heheh
Sorry I take forever to update things lately... And sorry this is kinda short...
And... please note that the next part will be *clears throat* extremely mature like shit oh my god what am I writing I'm sorry but same time I'm not.

Review are greatly appreciated!
They also tell me people are still reading and if you like it, and that gives me motivation even if it's just a couple of words~

Part 4 should be out beginning of next month at the latest. Maybe before the end of this month.

Love y'all~