Hello again! I know, I know, it's been a really long time and I promised to update soon, but things kind of got away from me. But here you go! Another chapter. Things are speeding up and everything will be explained next chapter. I'm not going to make a promise on when that will be out, but I will tell you that I am uploading a new fanfic as well, so be on the lookout for that if you're a fan of Fullmetal Alchemist!
The Guardians flew as fast and as hard as they could, desperate to reach their endangered family member. North was frantically snapping the reins, Tooth was fluttering anxiously, lifting herself up and then settling back down while wringing her hands, Bunny was playing with his boomerangs, and Sandy was twisting his hands back and forth as he led the others. None of them knew what to expect and none were looking forward to whatever it was that Pitch had planned for their youngest.
"I see mountain! Will take hour before reaching it!" North suddenly yelled. Tooth and Bunny perked up, looking ahead of them eagerly. The hour it would take would feel like eternity but they had found the place much faster than they had hoped they would thanks to the help of the wind. Soon they would have their boy back, Pitch would be begging for mercy, and they could fix this whole issue with Jack. Things would get better.
They had to.
Jack gave himself three minutes to prepare to face Pitch. He knew that wasn't much time, but honestly, he just kind of wanted the whole thing over and done with. Pitch would find out sooner rather than later that he was awake and either begin by taunting him or throwing him right back into the nightmares. He wanted to put an end to that before it even began so with a quick intake of breath, he opened his eyes and met the molten golden ones that belonged to Pitch.
Pitch stood over the limp figure that was Jack, a stunningly dangerous dagger in one hand and a dark bowl in the other. He knew the boy was awake, had known the second he stopped dreaming, and was simply waiting for him to open his eyes.
He was smug when they opened and he was met with shock and terror.
"Hello, Jack. Enjoy your little nap?" Pitch sneered. Jack's eyes narrowed before they flicked from dagger to bowl and back to his face.
"What are you doing, Pitch?" he asked in a raspy voice.
"I'm going to kill you and make the Guardians pay with the help of one of my new friends, that's all. I assure you it will be very painful for you."
Jack's eyes had widened in fear once more and Pitch took a small amount of time to revel in the delightful taste of it before he pinned the boy down, conjured a small black table to the left side of Jack's head, and placed the bowl upon it. Then he raised the dagger high and began to chant a prayer he had been told by his newest 'friend', and Jack began to cry in terror.
The Guardians flew as fast as they could, hoping to cut the hour long travel shorter. A dark feeling was creeping up inside of them all and they knew that their time was being cut even shorter. They knew that Pitch had somehow found out that they were coming, and now they were eager to just get there, get rid of Pitch, and get their boy back. They had a lot of explaining and reassuring to do, and nothing was going to get in their way.
Nothing.
Wind knew that things were bad and getting worse. It was have to be stupid not to. But Wind also knew that Jack could pull through anything that was thrown at him. He just had know that there were those who cared about him and would be there to help him recover, no matter how long it took. And make no mistake, Wind was going to be there. Nothing and nobody was going to stand in Wind's way. There would be no way to keep Wind from protecting that which it cared about, and Jack just so happened to be the one thing Wind cared about most.
And Wind was not going to lose Jack.
