Day 1, 5:14pm

Jack awoke to the sound of chattering voices. His head felt like was about to implode on itself and he felt like something was burning him. He groaned and tried to move, only to scream. His eyes snapped open and he looked frantically around, his memories of the day's events flooding back into his mind. The first thing he saw was a pair of lips. A shadow person that had only a pair of lips was leaning over him. The talking had stopped and he could see even more shadows approaching him.

"Oh so the little frost demon is waking up?" One of them called, the others laughed at this as they stepped even closer. The lips shadow above him held out her arms and called for them to stop.

"The general needs him alive!" She announced hoping it would calm the group down. They stopped walking forward, but only for a moment.

"Yeah, but The general also said that he should be brought to his office as soon as he was woken up..." Jack couldn't tell who was speaking and who wasn't as only the shadow above him actually had lips. The rest of the shadows seemed to only have eyebrows and a partial nose- Jack screamed again. Someone had gone to pick him up and he couldn't even try to hide the pain he was in. He felt like he was burning from the inside, everything was so hot. He had never felt hot before, not that he could remember feeling at least. He was a frost spirit and had nothing to do with heat, him and the summer spirit tended to avoid each other for that exact same reason. They couldn't handle each others temperature. Someone had pulled him up by his sweatshirt and within less than a second he was surrounded by darkness.

They returned to the light in front of a door that seemed to made of darkness itself. The shadow man holding him put him down and knocked on the door, but Jack let out a harsh cry. He would have fallen over if the shadow man hadn't caught him. Jack felt a couple tears leave his eye as he tried not to cry out. His leg had to have been broken, he couldn't put even a little pressure on it without crying out.

"Enter." A dark voice commanded from the other side of the door and suddenly Jack was hit with a sense of panic. He knew that voice, that voice belonged to the one and only Pitch Black. Jack couldn't even think of his name without that terrible face coming into his mind. When he had been attacked, Pitch's face just seemed to have changed. Pitch looked like a rabid animal on the hunt for blood, it made Jack shiver in fear. Jack went to kick the shadow man, to do anything he could to get away from what was waiting for him in that room. Jack shrieked in pain, he had forgotten in his fear about his leg and arm. The shadow man panicked at Jack's screaming and tried the get door open as quickly as he could without putting any more pressure on Jack's wound.

Pitch had been in the middle of discussing possible locations with Thomas when they heard a cry from outside the door. Thomas looked startled but Pitch barely looked up.

"That must be a soldier with Jack." The grin he wore was positively frightening. They both stood by the maps waiting for the inevitable knock on the door, but when it came they found that they were not as prepared as they thought for Jack's arrival. There was one knock and then the screaming started. From the other side of the door they heard a blood curdling scream. Thomas walked forward, prepared to help stop the screaming but Pitch held out his arms to stop him.

"Enter." He called, his voice falling back into his public speaking mode. Less than a second after the screaming multiplied, It was to the point that it sounded like someone was being murdered out there. Thomas was looking back and forth from Pitch and the door frantically, grin gone, Pitch nodded at him to get the door. Thomas opened the door hesitantly, he had absolutely no idea what he was going to encounter on the other side of that door. What he did encounter however, left him wondering if he was seeing right. A nightmare man who only had eye's was holding Jack up by the back of his sweatshirt like a cat would hold up it's kitten. The shadow man looked absolutely terrified and Jack, who was usually pale, looked like an albino kitten. One of those deaf one's that don't know how loud their meowing.

"Thomas you have to help! Oh god, I was just gonna bring him up here cause' he woke up and then...And then I sat him down so I could knock. I forgot about his leg and he just started screaming!" The shadow was an absolute mess, and Jack was no better off. He had bitten his lip to stop from screaming and blood was dripping from his mouth. Thomas was quick to move into action though.

"O-okay, what's y-your name?" He asked, trying his best to calm the shadow down. The shadow took a deep breath before responding.

"I'm Archie. The one you beat at cards last night." He breathed out, now that he was somewhat calm and Jack was silent, he tried handing Jack to Thomas.

Thomas carefully slid Jack into his arms, trying to avoid placing his hands where he knew Jack was bandaged at. After a few quiet moments Thomas managed to hold Jack with both arms. Now that he wasn't in as much pain as before, Thomas noticed that his face was developing a flush. Archie scrambled away, forgetting that he could just use the shadows and be back in the barracks immediately.

Thomas stepped back into the room with Jack, who upon seeing Pitch began hyperventilating.

"S-stop struggling! Your j-just going to h-hurt yourself!" Thomas scolded as Jack tried to thrash away from the man who had attacked him so brutally.

"Jack, Jack, Jack.." Pitch called in a mockingly soothing voice.

"I'm not going to hurt you...much. I'm under an agreement with the guardians. You're my little hostage now." Now that he was close enough, Pitch could see all the damage he and his soldiers had caused. To be honest he was surprised that Jack had woken up so soon. He had expected more trouble than a few broken bones, especially after all the times Jack had hit the wall, but he supposed that some people were just lucky. He would have accepted that and gone on with taunting Jack, but he noticed something quite odd. The spirit of ice, who's face was always pale like freshly fallen snow, was flushed. A splash of red was making its way across his face and his eyes were dazed.

Pitch waltzed forwards and placed the back of his hand against Jack forehead, only to pull it back in shock. His forehead was burning up, his cuts must have started to get infected. Jack flinched away from Pitch's hand and let out a cry at the sharp pain that went through him from the sudden movement.

"Lay him down on the floor. I'm sure an ice spirit with a fever isn't a good thing." Jack closed his eyes as pressure was put on his back, and soon he was laying on the floor. Thomas looked on worriedly and Pitch knelt down next to Jack. Jack looked up at him in fear, being able to think of nothing but that terrible look Pitch had given him when he attacked. Pitch sighed and stood up, looking over to Thomas.

"Who do you trust well enough to take care of him?" He asked. Thomas' eyes widened and he thought of an answer as quick as he could.

"J-Jude, sir. She knows m-more about m-medical stuff than m-me." Thomas hadn't known her very long but she was one of the only shadows who had even bothered to help him. Pitch nodded thoughtfully.

"Go get her. Jack will need medical attention, I need him alive at the end of these thirty days." Pitch was ready to go back to sleep, he had never planned that all this trouble would happen. And he definitely didn't plan that he would end up having to keep Jack Frost of all people in his care. Pitch would have to keep someone guarding Jack at all times if he was going to try and continue with his power plans. He knew that Jack would do anything in his power to stop Pitch from becoming powerful again.

AN- This was a short chapter, sorry about that. It also will be the only one for a few days as I have somewhere to be, but during this time I'm going to plan out some more so I don't end up writing with little or no purpose like this chapter. Please review!