Jack gasped in pain as the sand scythe managed to nick him.
"I'm not leaving without her Pitch and I feel terrible for what I've done, but I'll never do it again and the is time you're not leaving alive!" Jack growled darkly, feeling a pull of dark intent as he turned the end of his staff into a spear of ice as the fighting became more intense, he managed to stab Pitch's leg, twisting it so that it would go deeper before pulling it out and grinning darkly at the hit. Pitch cried out in pain, stumbling back, but as Jack moves to strike again he's protected by black sand that sends Jack back in a single blow. Soft laughter ringing out as a figure steps from behind Pitch from the shadows. Amber eyes burning brightly from beneath a gray cowl and cape. The black dress had a slip up one side and clung to her form like a glove.
"So we meet again Jackie." A cruel, delighted smile on her face. Pitch staggers to his feet even as the black sand wrapped around his wound like a bandage. Jack's eyes bulge at the voice.
"No... it can't be..." His grip on his staff tightens, his knuckles turning whiter than usual as his breath quickens as his did his heart rate in disbelief. Pitch smirked.
"Took your time my dear." She shrugged.
"Jakul and I couldn't agree on how best to meld... though we figured it out soon enough..." She smirked.
"I have to thank you Frost, after all... without you I wouldn't have ever had this opportunity... and with Jakul... we're stronger than ever. You better run if you value your life Frost..." Jack stared, un sure what to do as his heart felt like it was breaking in two.
"No. I'm not going anywhere. Not without Mysterie, Shadow." He shifted his stance, frost creeping into the room as the temperature dropped by 20 degrees. Pitch smirked.
"You're up dear." Jack sighed.
"I don't wanna fight you Myst, but if I have to I will." He twirled his staff, ice covering it to form it into a katana even as frost crept towards her threateningly. She smirked and pushed back her hood; the once silver streaks were gone, replaced by black strands that were as dark as the black dress she wore, she moved forward.
"Let's see if you can take us on." Fearlings above chattered excitedly and Nightmares reared as the area seemed to darken; Pitch chuckled as he stepped back to watch from a distance. Jack hurled blast after blast of ice at her, ice crystals swirling around him at a rapid pace.
"Mysterie, I know you're in there. Please, just fight it. I'm sorry for what I said. I love you and would never do anything to hurt you!" Her black sand merely knocks away his ice attacks; frost covers some of it, but shakes the ice off as if it's nothing more than water. She laughs darkly.
"You sure talk a sweet game Frost... but you should know it's a little late for that. WE are in control now... she can't even hear you so save your breath... you're going to need it." Jack dodged the black sand, gasping in pain when it catches his leg and he collapses for a second, rolling out of the way of a second strike to slam his staff on the ground, ice grew around him to protect him; ice that was too thick for the sand to penetrate; his eyes were nothing but glowing lights, much like flashlights in the dark. Jack snarled at her.
"So that's how it's gonna be Mysterie... fine." He said with so much venom that he could barely believe it was even him that had spoken, wondering what exactly was making him so mad... Frost exploded from him, surging and slamming into her so hard that Jakul doesn't have time to help stop it. Jack doesn't relent on the blasts, each one as sharp dagger edge, cutting her up when they came close. She hissed as the dagger sharp ice cut into her skin, her blood splattering across the ice, but instead of being mad she merely laughs when she hears what he has to say.
"You STILL don't get it do you? She's GONE Frost." Black sand swirled around her wounds, patching her up with their microscopic stitching.
"If she wasn't... I couldn't do THIS!" She pulled out a katana from her sand in mockery of his own and lunged forward, their blades clashing a moment before her blade managed to slip past yours just enough to nick his arm. Jack yelped and pulled back as blood slid from the tiny wound, he glared at her.
"I'm not giving up and I know she won't either."
"Let's not kill him, let's torture him for the rest of his life when we win." Jakul growled as Jack's katana clashed again with hers before slipping past her defenses to cut a deep gash into her arm, guilt slams into him when he sees that he's scored. She laughed when she heard Jakul.
"What a splendid idea Jakul! You always have the best ideas..." She grinned.
"Oh Jackie... We are going to have soooo much FUN..." She didn't even seem to feel the cut as the black sand took care of that wound easily and she lunged forward; Pitch cackled in delight as he watched. Several black sand whips formed behind Jack and Pitch knew that his new queen had won as they snaked about his limbs even as a fifth slammed into the winter spirit's back like an actual whip. Jack grunted at the pain, but forced himself to not make any other sound as he struggled against the sand, the whip hit him once again for good measure. As she moved forward the fifth wrapped around his staff at her bidding and yanked it from his grasp.
"You should have run while you had the chance... I gave you a sporting shot, but not even your ice can defeat me now... You have Jakul to thank for that... Now then... I'll be a good host and show you where you'll be staying..." She laughs a little as the sand tightened around Jack's wrists and ankles, pulling him after her as she led him to a room without a door; the shadows proving the only way in and out. The sand strands dumping him on the bed before returning to me, one strand curling about the staff like a serpent.
"Now, be a good boy and stay here for a little while. I promise not to hurt your staff as long as you behave." Jack growled as he stood up, ready to grab the staff back and fight his way out. She chuckled at the fire she saw in his eyes.
"Now, now... you don't want me to break it do you?" The sand that curled around the staff curled tighter, adding to the threat of destroying it even as she caressed the wood like a lover. Jack straightened, stiffening a little, his fear evident in his eyes and he shook his head no. A silent plea to not break it, he never wanted to experience that pain again.
"Didn't think so." The sand curled around her arm, sliding off of the staff.
"I'll be back... but don't think you have to wait up for me lover." She blew him a kiss before sinking back into a shadow, taking the staff with her. She appeared near Pitch.
"What do you have in mind now my queen?" He asked, eyeing the staff; the desire to break it evident in his eyes, but he didn't ask for it... yet.
"Revenge. What else? For now... I think I'll play with Frost for a little while... Maybe fulfill that little desire of Jakul's when I'm done." Sand whirls around the staff and it disappeared, stowed away somewhere secret before she returned to the room where you were waiting. Jack searched for a way out, looking at what suddenly appeared to be a door in the room. He breached his shoulder, running into it in hopes of breaking it down but instead he slammed into it and fell on the ground, holding his aching shoulder and trying not to cry out.
"It only works in movies I guess..." He grumbled, meanwhile, the other Guardians had stopped near the entrance of Pitch's lair, Bunnymund sniffing the air.
"I caught 'is scent, ends here." Sandy shook his head at that, knowing likely where their comrade had ended up. Shadow made a disapproving tsking sound.
"Looks like Pitch wanted to mess with your mind. Amusing as it is... I don't want you broken." Black sand swirled around Jack to patch up the injuries he'd sustained in the fight as well as his new shoulder wound. Jack shivered at the contact with the sand.
"What else do you want from me? I can tell you want something else other than revenge." Jack glared at her with the fury of a thousand snow storms.
"Ah... even with him blocking the bond you're astute. Perhaps more than we thought. Never mind that." She smiled sensuously.
"I did come here to play after all..." Jack began to shake under the gaze and he began to back away from her, he didn't want to find out what "play" meant.