Tooth zipped across the sky, scanning the forest below; that's where she saw the huntsman; "There!" she called back, pointing her curved sword in Pitch's direction. Jack, despite his slight injury, insisted on accompanying the Guardians, "Don't forget to keep an eye out for August!" Jack yelled over the roar of the wind rushing past the sleigh. He didn't wait for North to land; jumping off he dived into the forest with Tooth behind him, wind whistling past his ears.
Pitch was running now, he momentarily thought of hiding but instinct screamed otherwise. With his hood up and his bow slung around his shoulder, he sprinted through the thick forest. The noise of hissing bugs drowned out by the sound of blood pounding in his ears. Maybe they wouldn't notice him; but he knew with a certain dread that they would. Wearing all black and shifting through the shadows was a dead giveaway.
He wished he could travel back home, back to the safety of his cavern. But there was no home; not any more at least. He emerged from a shadow and continued sprinting; an icy blast whizzed past his ear and froze the earth a little ways ahead, "Hey, Stop!" Jack barked.
Looking back to see Frost, Pitch tripped over a tree root, flying head over heels down a steep hill. Narrowly missing several boulders that have the potential to crack his skull, Pitch landed roughly on the forest floor. He sharply inhaled air and dirt. Rolling on his back and gaining his breath he picked his head up, his hood falling off. Black eyes met blue and Jack's widened with realization, "Pitch?"
Pitch wasted no time, scrambling to his feet he dodged another icy attack. He went through another shadow and out another gaining a few feet ahead. The boogeyman barely had time to duck before Tooth zipped past him, nearly impaling him with her swords. He shifted through another shadow only to be tripped by Bunnymund on the other side, "Where yah goin' mate?" He asked in his thick Australian accent.
Pitch got up, breathing heavily from the chase, blood trickling from his forhead, "Well I'll be damned." Bunny whispered as be saw Pitch's face, "It's the bloody boogeyman"
Pitch backed up into North and whirled around to see the Russian tower before him baring two blades. He was surrounded and Pitch's lanky figure seemed to shrink at the thought of confronting the Gaurdians.
"Hello, Pitch"
He spun around to see August standing there with the Gaurdians looking smug; it wasn't the first time August deceived him. Pitch opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it again. There was nothing to say, all he knew was that he had to escape, anywhere was better than here. He mentally tugged at the shadows that lied by his feet, trying to mend them to his form but to no avail. Panic rose as he couldn't manipulate the shadows, he was having a temporary 'black out' with his powers; it was as if a special nerve had stalled.
"What is it that you want, Pitch?" North said, his voice gruff.
"You tried killing Sandy, didn't you?" Jack said. Despite his fear, Pitch smirked; he knew they would accuse him of that; they were so predictable. However, this slight fracture of expression had been misinterpreted among the crowd.
"Why, Pitch?" Tooth asked her voice as cold and unforgiving as her stare.
"It wasn't Sandy I was after." Pitch hissed, grinning to hide the fear and panic that matched his racing heart.
North growled and stepped forward raising his swords slightly for intimidation, "We don't need your two sense, Pitch."
The boogeyman man shrunk back and glared at North, "I speak simply and I mean what I mean." It took a lot of him to straighten up and to look North in the eye, "I swear I wasn't after the Sandman."
"All right, then who was it then?" Bunny said, taking a step closer. Pitch turned around to face the large beast, sidestepping so that he wasn't so close, "I was trying to kill August" He spat, turning attention to the man that the Guardians had welcomed with open arms, "But I guess that didn't work out." Pitch inwardly kicked himself, he was so close.
August took a step closer, drawing a dirk, "Better luck next time, Pitch" the circle had gotten uncomfortably closer. Pitch noticed that August had pulled out his weapon; he did a terrible job at concealing this motion, especially with the moon reflecting off of its silver—
Something hard hit the back of his head, and the Guardians seemed to be standing horizontal. That's when Pitch hit the ground with a dull thud and everything faded to a familiar darkness. North looked down with a mixture of distaste and sympathy before he scooped up the limp body, "That was good distraction, August"
August sheathed his dirk and gave a wry smile, right, "Yeah, distraction."
Jack hovered next to North, "How long do you think till he wakes?"
"I don't know, but let's not find out"
The small group seemed to relax as they walked back to the sleigh, "Funny..." Tooth murmured, "This was a bit too easy if you ask me."
"Well, it was five to one" August said with nonchalance, "You'd think with no believers or his black sand, taking Pitch would be easy."
The Guardian's mounted the sleigh placing the unconscious boogeyman in North's infamous bag, "Uh…exactly where are we going to put him?" Jack asks, taking his seat. He inwardly laughed, remembering how he was delivered similarly to the North Pole.
"Just because you been in workshop, does not mean you know workshop. We have a good place where he goes" and with that, the sleigh took off as North threw his snow globe before them, opening the wispy portal door.