"What do you want, Pitch?!" I screamed. I was trying to get back on my feet in case he wanted to fight, but my legs felt numb.
"Just a little fun, I suppose." Pitch walked over to me and grabbed me up by my hair and lifted me from the ground. In surprise, I dropped my staff and went to grab for Pitch's hands, "Everytime I see you, I'm filled with an unfathomable rage!" Pitch brought back his fist, and then slammed it into my gut, "Why are you believed it? Why arn't I?!" Again, he punched me, then let go of my hair and I came crashing back down to the floor.
I was gasping for air, but each breath hurt terribly. My vision was swimming, and my vision was hazy. I felt like I was going to pass out, and part of me wishes I would. I pushed myself up on my hands, and then to my knees. I wrapped one arm around my stomach, and went to grab my staff with the other. Before I got to it, Pitch brought his foot down on my hand, and a yelled out again.
"You really are weak, arn't you?" Pitch used his other foot, and kicked me in the chest. The air was knocked from my lungs, and I collapsed back onto the ground again, "Come ON, Jack!" Pitch laughed manically.
"W..why..are...you...doing this?" I was panting heavily, trying to force air into my lungs.
"I despise you." Pitch glared at me.
"It's not my fault nobody belives in you." I got up onto my knees, "It's not my fault that you're invisible." Quickly, I grabbed my staff and did a roll away from him, his foot coming after me in an attempt at a kick. With what energy I had, I jumped up on my feet, relying on my staff heavily.
Pitch let himself grin, "You won't be back on your feet for long."
I held out my staff, nearly falling from the lack of support, and shot out a gust of ice. Pitch countered it with black sand, forming a black ice spike on the ground. Pitch charged at me, fists outstretched. I fiented left and hit him on the back with my staff, throwing him off balance for a moment. Quickly, too quickly, he regained his balance and came after me. Just time, he got a punch in my face. I swung my staff again, but he jumped back just in time before it hit him. This time I ran for him, but he countered my attack.
My ribs were screaming in pain, and it was hard to concentrate. My pure white hair was sticking to my forehead with sweat, and I was panting heavily. But Pitch's blows kept coming, and so did mine. We were going at it pretty good and evenly, till a lightning blot of pain shot through my body, distracting me, and Pitch stole the chance. He shot out with black sand and sent me flying through the air and into the wall on the other side of the room.
Everything hurt by then, even my elbows and knees. I could feel warm blood running down my face, with the pounding of my head. I stuggled to keep my eyes open and watch Pitch walk over to me. 'This is it...' I thought, 'I'm done for...'
"Goodnight, Jack." Pitch formed his spear out of black sand and raised it up. He swung it down and-
He stopped. His eyes were full of fear and bewilderment. And that's when I saw it. Shiny yellow sand wrapping around Pitch's body, lifting him from the ground. Behind him, was a drowsy looking Sandy. All the other Guardian's were getting up off the ground as well, shaking their heads and rubbing their eyes.
"Maybe you should know... how much time.. it lasts...next.. time..." I tried to lift my head up and give a smile to my friends, but everything hurt to much. My vision got dark around the edges, and then soon, everything was dark.