The shadows were condensing into matter, a tangible substance that threatened to choke Jack. The wind that was normally under the winter spirit's command spun in wild cyclones, knocking him to the ground. His staff was knocked away, out of reach, and Jack scrambled to reclaim it. Without his staff, he was powerless and defenseless against Pitch. Just as his hands were about to close around the familiar warped wood, an ominous shadow loomed above him.
"Hello Jack," his yellow eyes pierced into Jack's ice blue ones, his lips curling up in a wicked sneer. He stepped forward, deliberately placing his black boot over Jack's hand; a sickening crunch followed. "Nice to see you again."
Jack snapped his hand back, cradling the broken fingers against his chest. Pitch swooped down and picked up his staff, the sight of seeing it in his long gray fingers sent shivers down Jack's spine.
"What do you want from me, Pitch," Jack snarled
"I want insurance that you won't get in my way again." Pitch was slowly caressing the wood of the staff, pondering its power and capabilities.
"Tough," Jack snapped back. He had had it with Pitch, he had gone too far once, and Jack wasn't about to make the same mistakes again. As soon as he was given the chance, he could fly off and warn the others of Pitch's return.
Of course, Pitch knew what Jack was planning, and was prepared to stop him. In one fluid movement he snapped Jack's staff in two. Jack gasped; a mixture of surprise and sudden pain blossomed in his stomach.
"You will not stop me again," Pitch said, walking over to where the winter spirit lay, still gasping for a breath. Aiming for his stomach, Pitch kicked Jack until satisfied he had broken a couple of ribs, maybe even a punctured lung. "And there is nothing you can do to stop me." With each word, Pitch sent another kick, jamming his foot in Jack's ribs and once in his face, breaking his nose.
Jack curled in on himself, trying his best to protect himself from the bombardment. Eventually it stopped and Pitch bent down, his face next to Jack's.
"You got that?" he whispered, his breath warm on Jack's cheek.
Jack mumbled something incoherent in response. "I'm sorry, Jack. I couldn't quite hear that."
Jack turned his head, looked directly in the face of Pitch, and spit blood on his face.
Pitch's face screwed up in a mixture of surprise and disgust, then anger. One more kick aimed at Jack's head and Jack was sent into darkness.
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