I can't see anything, it kind of reminds me of when I first woke up. It's cold, it's dark and I can't help but be scared. Maybe that's the point, he's the spirit of fear. It would make sense for his magic to cause it. I was wrong, this isn't like a portal. I feel dead, technically I am but it's a stronger feeling now.

Was this his plan? To make me think of that moment? So, he can feed off me? I hope its not true but I wouldn't put it past him.

Why am I doing this? I know why, for answers. I've had the same questions for centuries and he's the only one who would ever tell me them. But is it worth it?

I turning into my nightmare. I am part of Pitch's army. I'll probably have to fight the guardians. Is this worth it?

Is it worth losing others trust? Is it worth the pain? Is it worth helping the enemy? All for my own personal gain. Jack said that the Guardians could help me remember, I don't think they will now. It's all too late, I'm already on Pitch's side. No turning back.

At the end of the portal, my eyes immediately adjust. The place Pitch brought me looks like an underground city. An abandoned city that's only shades of grey. Everything is made of dark stones.

Usually the lack of green and warmth would make me sad. But now, for some reason; I feel as though this is home, like this is a safe place. Deep down I know it's not but my brain has other thoughts.

"Let's test your skills, now shall we?" Pitch asks with a smile.

"How?" I touch my fingertips to the side of one of the walls. Cold seeps through me and sends a nice chill down my spine. After receiving no answer, I look over at the boogieman.

Pitch starts up a storm of what seems like shadows and then a boy appears. He looks about 9 years old. He has the same shade of chocolate brown hair as his eyes. The kid looks scared as he tries to make out his surroundings.

"Autumn, this is Jamie Bennett," Jamie looks around for me aimlessly, of course he can't see me. "Shoot him."

"What?!" I can't help but shout, my voice echo's through the lair.

"Did I mumble? Shoot him!" Jamie looks horrified. Anyone would be, he's supposed to be shot by someone he can't see.

I put my bow on the ground. "I can't."

"Kill the child so I know you're on my side," Pitch explains. I hesitate, somethings off. I can't shoot a kid. How do I know it won't kill him?

I pick up my bow and grab an arrow but don't connect them. Pitch smiles, "I'll give you your memories if you shoot."

I fight the urge to take the shot. I want more than anything to know my past, but I don't want to kill him. Is it worth it?

I throw my bow and arrow as far as I can, "no!"

Pitch's face drops, "No?" he asks a little angry.

"I can't do it, he's innocent."

Pitch lets out what sounds like a growl. "Here's something you don't understand, Autumn, I am in control of you!"

He then points his open palm at me, straining his fingers. A force slams into all my sides keeping me still, I feel as though a giant hand is squeezing me to death. A couple tears stream down my face as I fight the urge to scream.

Pitch picks up my loaded bow and puts it in my hands. He then uses his powers to make me aim right between the kid's eyes. I start to panic and struggle against the dark magic. I can feel my fingers about to let go of the arrow so I push my muscles to the max trying to move them away, but it's like trying to move a limb with paralysis.

I give a yell of anger and strain as I am able to move my arm the slightest bit before the arrow launches. I hold my breath hoping that it was enough to miss the kid. The arrow imbeds itself in rock a couple inches from Jamie's head. I sigh in relief and let my shoulders slump.

Jamie looks like I had shot him.

A pain slams into my head like a giant swing from a baseball bat. I stumble backwards and lean against the painfully cold wall, everything hurts I just wish it could all stop. An image of a boy flashes back and forth threw my memory as if something were trying to keep me from seeing it. The boy has the same brown hair and eyes as Jamie but somethings off on his face, he almost looks like Jack.

What are you saying? Wait! Do you mean I had a life before this!

Everyone has

Was this Jack as a human? Does he know? Did I know him? Why don't I remember?! My mind feels like it's split into a million little pieces and I'm finally starting to put them together. I try my best to get my body to relax as the image of the little boy slams into my view.