OK so this is the next chapter.

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I'm updating! And not just any chapter, but with the one you all prayed for! I apologize for taking so long like five months or something so here you go! And after this we'll go onto the recovering arc!

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Onto the chapter!

The Guardians could only stare at their youngest in horror through the pain. Before their eyes they watched as Jack glared at the spirit beneath him, a burn already forming from where his hands held the other's throat. They could clearly see the way his form was twisted from the effects of this darker side. Just like Jokul, Jack's skin had taken upon that ice like texture and his eyes glowed with a storm that could be the destruction of millions. Ice hung from his hair and ice formed sharp claws upon his figure tips.

The wind blew harshly alongside the whipping snow. Jack glared down at Kasakit as a twisted smile formed upon his lips.

"You know," Jack hummed removing one of his hands to tap the other's cheek. "You seemed to have a lot of ideas about what to do to us! Would you mind sharing them with me?"

"I…I-I..uh…" Kasakit didn't know what to say, he was scared out of his wits right now.

"No wait!" Jack exclaimed, his nails digging into the other's neck. "Why don't I share my ideas with you?! Oh that would be magnificent! Are you ready to hear what the game is?!"

Kasakit just let out a whimper in response.

"I knew you were excited!" Jack cried. "Now what should you get? Hmm…let's see, you hurt five people here today, and really badly if I do recall." At the word really his grip upon the other's throat tightened and Kasakit let out a choked cry. Then Jack gasped and he stared directly into the other's eyes as he drew his clawed hand down his cheek and right above his heart.

Jack leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "I know just what to do." With that, his nails pierced the other's chest making him cry out. Dark blood flowed over Jack's hand but he paid little mind to it as his powers rushed to his fingertips. Jack laughed as ice slowly and painfully crawled along the skin of Kasakit's body and pricking into his wounded chest. Kasakit gasped and cried as the sharp ice began to cover him completely. As it crawled toward his head, he began to try and fight his way out, but nothing could defeat the chill that held him within the icy grasp.

The Guardians watched in horror as Jack took no mercy upon the other. The ice continued to crawl and they could not find their voices that were held back by the terror and pain within them. They were numb as they watched what this experience caused.

Soon the ice was piercing Kasakits hallow eyes and creeping into his mouth and lungs. More blood would seep out and onto Jack's hands and feet, mixing with his own he had gained from his own torture, but he did not care at all-even if his own words began to weep from a slight movement.

When ice encased Kasakit fully, it seemed to pierce even deeper into his skin until he was frozen through and through. Jack's smile seemed to grow at this and twisted his bloodied hand that still lay within the chest of the other, making cracks form spreading out and over the frozen corpse. Then he tore his hand out and the body shattered into millions of blood covered ice shards.

Jack hummed and kicked the shards. "I was expecting him to be much more fun, but oh well!" He giggled and soon it turned into a full on laugh. He was no longer focusing on the things around him as he stared at the blood upon his hands.

Tooth swallowed before meeting to eyes of the others. They knew that had to get out of there soon or else. But first, they'd have to snap Jack out his twisted thoughts and get him to get his staff. As the cold chill bit into her skin, she called out to the mentally unstable spirit before her.

"Jack!" He jerked and froze, showing he heard her. "Jack! Sweet-Tooth, can you hear…" She coughed. "C-Can you hear me? I-I need you to…to come back to us. You need to come back…so…so we can escape. Sweet-Tooth?" She continued to speak and during that, Jack had turned his swirling gaze to her.

She looked familiar, but she was covered in so much blood. They almost all were, they all had pain etched into their eyes. He liked it, but at the same time, it caused a knife to twist in his heart. Why was that? Wouldn't this be the best time to play? Why did he care if they were injured or not? But these questions were unable to pull the knife out, for they only seemed to drive it in deeper. Jack looked over each of them, trying to see past the glee that came from the pain upon their faces.

Then finally, it clicked.

Jack gasped and a hand went to his chest as he tried to bring his power back into his quaking body. Oh the pain! It rushed through his veins and left him trembling were he stood. He caught the sight of the blood on his hand, blood that was not his. He didn't understand what happened, and it fueled his terror.

"J-Jack?" He looked up to see the weary Guardians. In all, he seemed to be in better shape then them all, despite his many injuries. He knew he needed to get them free as soon as he could. Looking around, he spotted his staff and he scrambled over as fast as he could. He ignored the horror and pain building within him as he tripped and stumbled to the conduct. A few feet from it, pain spiked within his chest making him gasp and fall to the ground, ice shooting from his body before he pulled it in.

"JACK!" He ignored their worried cries and he crawled to his staff and reach until it was in his hand. The moment his hand curled around it and he focused his power into it, the pain of his power left his body. He choked back the tears of pain at the feeling of his scarred and burned hands curling over the rough wood, knowing he had to go save the others.

This time, he called the wind to carry him over to the other's cages and he carefully froze each of the bars and shattered Sandy's cage. He was hesitant about coving their wounds in ice but seeing the crimson liquid dripping on the floor, he quickly took care of that. They were all struggling to stay on their feet and Jack knew they could not make it to the Pole like this, not when they were all clearly seconds from passing out.

Deciding there was no choice, he let his fear radiate into the air and prayed that a certain spirit would get here soon, seeing the Guardians' eyes beginning to close. Finally, a swirl of shadows appeared before him and he didn't let the other get any words in before he gripped his rob.

"Pitch! Please! Please he-help us!...I ca-an't…please! Grandpa! Please!" Jack cried into his robe, his blood covered hands clutching at the black silk and his blood shot eyes staring unblinkingly as his terror took over all his senses.

Pitch just stared in shock at the scene before him. The Guardians were broken and bloodied before him and his grandson was crying into him in no better condition. He spotted something shattered on the far wall, and catching the sight of the ice covered walls and different colored blood on Jack's hands gave him a good idea of what had happened.

Coming back to himself, Pitch quickly put Jack to sleep and picked him up. He then gathered his shadows and gently traveled to the Pole and placed them within the infirmary. The yetis there gasped in shock at the scene but Pitch just turned to them and said, "Help them. I was never here." And was gone. It wasn't long after that did the yetis shoot to work.

So, that was that! I know, you should get longer but I had to rap it up so we could get into messed up Jack and recovery! ANd then much more stuff but eh details details.

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