Survival

Chapter 6: Halloween

Warning: Lots of blood and sexual harassment.

All Hallows Eve. The one night of the year more people thought about the boogeyman more than any other night. His time to play with reckless abandon. The children's fear was intoxicating. He did not even have to be present to inflict the fear. Others were so courteous as to do it for him. Humans dressed up as soul sucking creatures, the undead, ghosts, goblins, devils, mass murderers, and some times even as himself: The Boogeyman. His blood was tingling in his veins with the extra, raw power. Now, what to do with it?

Jack hung in the chains, eyes overcoming their glaze to focus with wariness on Pitch and his chosen implement. The scythe was wicked looking. Gleaming in the flickering torch light and reflecting the sharp, serrated grin that was etched across Pitch's face. 'Not good.'

"Now Jack, let's play shall we?" The smile was sickening. He was slowly encroaching upon Jack. The shadows were writhing in anticipation. No energy. Jack had no energy left to fight back. He could do nothing to halt the creeping Boogeyman. Helpless. Would no one come? 'Please! Someone come! SOMEONE notice! SOMEONE HELP!' With eyes wide all he could do was watch with sickening horror as Pitch delicately brought the scythe to graze over the flesh of Jack's wrist exposed above the shackles. He drug it with agonizing care. A small bead of blood bubbled from it's skin confines. It stung.

The scythe moved up his arm slightly and repeated the movement but with a slight increase in pressure. Now a line of crimson was peaking through the second mark. Again. A slight trickle. Again. Rivulets. Again. A gash. Again, followed by a finger this time. Jack could not suppress his moan as that last one was widened. This was nothing like the ones he had inflicted upon himself. There was no relief as his life force ebbed and ran down his raised arm and down his torso. No blissful numbness or reassurance.

Pitch could not contain his laughter as that precious moan was dragged from Jack's slightly blue lips. 'Dear agony! This is so delicious. So tempting.' He reached out an empty hand to drag through the beautiful scarlet to twist it's course into mesmerizing patterns against the pale canvass. He couldn't stop himself. He leaned down to drag his tongue through it. 'What a strange sensation! Warm blood on frozen skin. So tantalizing.' Addicting. He was now addicted. He couldn't stop. More. He needed more. Bringing the scythe down from Jack's shoulder to opposite hip in a tearing slash he caused more red to well up only to be lapped up greedily. 'What have you done to me Jack?'

Jack screamed as the tool of torture was brought through him, as deep as the carving in his ribs. The tongue. What was it doing?! It felt so wrong. It was hot and smooth, unlike the rough sand Pitch had been using earlier. And wet. Jack's skin felt like it was crawling. He could do nothing to stop the tear that escaped unbidden from one of his drowning eyes. Nothing. He could do nothing to stop the demented man from his ministrations. Disturbing thrumming sounds were coming from said man's chest. They were deep and vibrated through Jack as Pitch pressed up against him to continue his feast.

"Pitch!" choked out Jack as the tongue slipped inside the gash, no longer content with just the surface offering. "Stop."

The humming increased and morphed into a chuckle. "Now Jack, what would be the fun in that? You had this coming you know. This is just the tip of the iceberg. All those mistakes and messes you have made. You know you deserve this." The humm intensified as the tongue gouged into the incision once more, but this time ran the entire length of the wound. Jack opened his mouth to refute the claim, but his voice failed him. Once Pitch reached the hip bone, he withdrew to assault Jacks's mouth.

'So cold. I can feel my breath freezing inside his mouth!' Exploring every corner of Jack's shocked mouth was too tantalizing. His taste mixing with the taste of the blood was exponentially pleasing. Smirking and pulling away before Jack could recover and retaliate, Pitch sucked in Jack's lower lip and drug it through his serrated teething leaving it shredded. Placing a kiss on the corner of the brutalized mouth, he could not help but smirk against his prey and whisper. "You are beautiful." He licked the bottom lip again in mock affection.

"You are sick." It's all I could croak out. 'What has gotten into this lunatic?! He never did anything like this last time! I feel so violated! Arg! What is he doing?!' His pants. They were being pulled on by greedy hands. Strung up the way he was they could not go very far. Pitch was resorting to his knives again to tear away the offending clothing leaving a shivering Jack. 'Not good' was Jack's last though as Pitch moved behind him, out of sight.

A finger. He could feel a finger gliding down his spine. It kept going lower. No one had ever done this to him before. 'I have to stop him! What in the name of MIM is going on?! Ice! I need to encase myself to evade his convoluted musings.' Using all his concentration he had left be focused on the ice in his core. 'Harder, colder, compress, shine, add layers, keep compressing, now RELEASE!' A blast of ice blew from Jack in all directions catching Pitch off guard and throwing him against the wall. Heaving with exhaustion, Jack felt his consciousness leaving him. He had put every particle of energy he could muster into that explosion.

Circling the fading boy Pitch sighed. "You don't have much time left. Pity. It was going to be so much fun. Oh well, maybe next time. I guess it's time for the send off. Brace yourself Jackie!" With that Pitch swung the scythe with all his might down into Jack piercing between his collarbone and shoulder blade. Further and further it kept sinking until it entered his lung, then further still until it was fully sheathed inside poor Jack up to the hilt.

He couldn't contain it. His back arched with agony as he let out a soul ripping scream that turned into a half gurgle as one of his lungs collapsed around the still encased blade.

"Happy Halloween Jackie."

A/N Hope that wasn't too gross. Why is Jack so fun to torture? I have issues!