Life Isn't Soo Glamorous

by ReadWithYourEyesClosed

Jack and the Guardians have lived happily together for a couple years now and all of them are stronger than ever.With more believers than they ve ever had. But when there s good then evil will always try to stop it. Pitch is back and stronger than ever. Guardians watch out. *Evil Cackles*

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

He slid his hand under his cloak to retrieve a long dagger that was about as long as his forearm. "Noo!" Jack screamed. He struggled even more against his chains and began thrashing his head. "Nooo!" he repeated.

"Now now boy I'm not going to hurt you, yet. Just don't misbehave," Pitch said soothingly. He slid right next to Jack and ran the cold dagger along his side. Jack shivered and shied away from the dagger. Pitch jerked the dagger against his hoodie causing the fabric to give away and fall from his pale, skinny body.

Jack yelped and clenched his eyes shut. "Ah ah ah, no screaming or yelping." He gagged Jack with a wisp of black sand, but you could still hear his muffled screams. "Don't worry Jack. I won't hurt you for now," Pitch cooed while wrapping his boney fingers around around Jack`s face. Jack turned his head away and closed his eyes. His breathing was very heavy, almost like panting.

Jack was very nervous and Pitch could tell. The fear radiated off the boy like heat from the sun. Tears streamed down Jacks`s face. He was terrified, and he`d admit it too. But realization hit Jack way too soon.

"Where`s my staff?" Jack asked, fear lacing his voice in fright at what the Boogeyman could have done to his staff.

"I have done nothing to your precious little staff. It is safely tucked away an d out of sight my precious little snowflake," He circled the boy. His eyes running over the boy from head to toe. The boy was handsome, he thought to himself. This boy will be his, if not now, soon.

I will have him, Pitch kept repeating to himself. He let a soft chuckle escape his lips as he slipped through the shadows into the next room. The den. A stone fire place was placed on the far wall, wood was stacked neatly on either flames caused the shadows to dance around. The leather coach in front of the fire place seemed very welcoming to Pitch and he sat down.

He summoned the shadows to his aid and brought him a glass of the reddest wine you've ever seen, so deep and thick it appeared like blood. Pitch put the crystal glass up to his lips and the red liquid slid down his throat. Everything around him seemed perfect, but he didn't know what was to come. What the guardians were planning.

But that wasn't important now, was it. Or is it?