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Chapter 3:
"We have to get him back!" yelled a very angry Bunnymund.
The guardians were still at the lake. They had taken care of the fearlings but their heads were low. They had failed to save the one thing that mattered. Their last family member. Tooth was sobbing in her hands.
"Who knows what Pitch will do to him!" continued Bunnymund.
"We need to get into Pitch's lair," said North. "Sandy, can you track Pitch by following the nightmare sand?"
Sandy thought about it. Technically it was his dream sand that Pitch was using, just turned into a nightmare. So he should be able to pick up its trace.
Sandy turned to the other gives them a thumbs up.
"Good, now let's go get him," said North.
Jack struggled to open his eyes. His whole body hurt. How was even still alive was a question he had no idea what the answer was. Was being an immortal spirt mean he could never die? Even though he could be injured. He tried to move his arms but soon realized that they were chained with nightmare sand, along with his legs. The nightmare sand only tightened as he tried to move. He was hanging from a wall. There was a single torch in his cell. He tried to move again, but his left leg protested sending him shots of unbelievable pain. Which caused him to grunt out in pain.
"Ah, so you're awake," came Pitch's voice.
Jack looked up. Pitch step out of a shadow on the wall. A sly smile on his face.
"Let me go Pitch," said Jack weakly, "the Guardians will be here any minute and then you'll be sorry."
"You really think they will come to save you?" asked Pitch, "They practically let me take you from them. Didn't even put up much of a fight, now did they?"
"You're wrong," said Jack.
"The Guardians are glad to get rid of you Jack. The only reason they even deal with you is because the man in the moon told them to. Where were they before Jack? Where were they when you were all alone for 300 years?"
"Stop it…"
"What's wrong Jack? Can't handle the truth? You know I'm right. If they cared for why didn't they help you? Why did they leave you all alone for 300 years? I told you that day in Antarctica that I knew they would leave you, cast you out. I understand your pain Jack. I know what it's like to be alone and never believed in."
"I am believed in."
"By a few kids Jack. Tell me, has that number gone up? What do you think will happen when those children grow up? I can assure you they will stop believing in you and once again you will be all alone."
Jack didn't respond. He couldn't let Pitch get to him.
"You know I'm right Jack. You know how I know?"
Once again, Jack was quiet. Don't let him get to you.
"Because even though your fear of never being seen is gone, your real fear of being alone is still there. And even with the Guardians pretending to be your family, you know it will never last."
"Shut up!" yelled Jack, his chains tightening in response. He didn't want to hear all this. It wasn't true. He had believers and the guardians do care about him. They weren't going to leave him… right?
Pitch threw a wave at nightmare sand at Jack, slamming him hard against the wall. Jack called out in pain. The force nearly knocked him unconscious.
"Respect Jack," said Pitch, "you are my prisoner and more talk back will only make things that much more painful. You think the guardians will come for you? By the time they do they will be too late. Maybe I'll even give them back to you myself, once you are broken and shattered."
Jack glared back at Pitch, trying to wince at the pain shooting through his body.
"Speaking of which," said Pitch pulling at a knife made of nightmare sand, "Let's begin."
Pitch plunged the knife into Jack's side. Jack's scream echoed through Pitch's lair.
Sandy was able to pick up a trail of nightmare sand that led deep into the forest of Burgess and when the trail ended Sandy let Bunnymund know that it was his turn.
"It's underground?" asked Bunnymund.
Sandy nodded his head and picture of Bunnymund tapping his foot.
"Sandy, ya know that I need to know where I'm going in order to do that mate?"
Sandy rolled his eyes and nodded again. He showed words this time above his head. Trust me.
"Alright, mate."
Bunnymund tapped his foot, thinking of the nightmare sand and Pitch. Hoping that Sandy was right. If this is what he had to do to get Jack back, then he was going to do it. He just had to believe that this was going to work.
A tunnel appeared.
"Here goes nothin'" said Bunnymund.
He jumped in, the rest of the Guardians following him.
Jack screams continued to echo through the room. He could feel blood dripping from his entire chest. Bruises were forming all over his body and his broken leg was only getting worse. Pitch just kept coming at him. Abandoning the knife at one point and settling for good old fashion fists. And Jack was powerless to even try and defend himself. How he was even conscious was still unknown to him. He wanted the pain to stop. He wanted to be back in his room at the Pole, with his new family. Where are they? Jack wondered. Could Pitch be right? Were they really not coming for him. He could have sworn over this last year that they had all gotten close. Jack may have still been a bit scared to fully open up, but he thought that they understand his reasons and cared about him anyway. But if they did, then why weren't they here helping him now?
Pitch was just about to throw another punch, when a fearling came through the door.
"I thought I said not to disturb me!" yelled Pitch.
Jack took Pitch's distraction to try and breathe, but some of his ribs seemed to be broken as well. His breathing turned into more of a silent wheeze. Meanwhile, the fearling neighed in reply to Pitch, giving his master a knowing look.
"Ahh, I see," said Pitch, "It seems we have company. Why don't you and the others distract our guests, until I get there."
The fearling neighed and swiftly left the room.
Jack's head perked up at the word company. The Guardians, he thought. It has to be them. Please let it be them. Please actually care about me enough to get me out of here.
"Well Jack, it seems you get to have a little break. But don't fret, I will be back. For now, why don't you take a little nap," said Pitch. "I'll be sure to give you extra special dreams, or should I say… nightmares."
Uh oh.
Before Jack could protest, Pitch sprinkled nightmare sand over his head. Jack tried to fight off the drowsiness, but after all the pain he had just endured, his body really wanted to just drift off. Before he knew it, he was asleep.
"Let the nightmares begin," smirked Pitch. He stepped out of the room. A plan already forming in his head, on how to deal with his unwanted guests.
Not sure how i feel about this chapter. promise the next will be better and longer! I wanted to get something up since i finally had a chance to. Ever get the feeling when your writing, like you have an idea and where you kind of want it to go but when you go to write it, you can't get it out right? yeah happens to me a lot. but I'm working on pushing past those moments. I'll try and get the next chapter up sooner! thanks everyone for being patient!
