Pitch woke up to the feeling of a cold, stony floor and a dull throbbing from the back of his head. Upon waking, the dark had welcomed him and his immediate thought was that he was back in his original layer with the beast. Groaning, half in fear and half in pain, he got up. Slightly dizzy, he began to search the darkness. Worn hands met rough wall and he followed it a few feet till he came to a long, thick pole, on a width that would allow his hands to clasp it. There was another and then another and another. One by run, the poles ran up the height of floor to ceiling across the small room; he was in a cell.

A cold draft met him and he froze, "Hello?" his voice was hoarse and weary.

"Yeah, I'm kind of surprised too, never knew North had a freaking prison down beneath his toy shop."

Pitch's lips drew back in disgust and hate; Frost.

"Yeah, it used to act as a coal mine but once that whole coal tradition-thing fell, he didn't have any use for it. So now it's a makeshift jail? He told me he built it in mind with several 'incidents' that happened; but there was nothing more than that."

Pitch tried bending the shadows to his will but instead of freezing up on him, the shadows simply refused, causing him to curse under his breath.

"Oh, take a look at what you got on your wrist"

Pitch did and a deep frown was etched into his grey face. There were two silver cuffs, like wide and tight bracelets, attached to his wrists. Both had an etching of a moon on them. Damn you, MiM.

"Yup; never knew they existed. MiM gave them to us, they prevent powers or whatever" Jack waved his hand at the lack of words he could find. Shrugging, he continued, "Anyhow, it's pretty convenient, huh?"

Pitch looked from his wrists to Jack in disgust, "sure."

There was a moment of silence before Jack spoke up again, "You said you wanted to kill August, right?"

Pitch, whose eyes had quickly adjusted to the darkness, nodded, "This is true."

"Why?"

Pitch hesitated, "It's rather... complicated." He muttered. Jack raised a brow, "How so?"

Sighing, Pitch continued knowing that it would be of no use to restrain his motives, "Half of it is personal and half of it deals with you Gaurdians."

"Well, I would assume it would have to do with the second half. But why is it personal?" Jack's curiosity had been piqued.

"It's none of your business" Pitch growled, irritated with Jack's constant questioning.

"I think it is" Jack said crossing his arms, Pitch smirked, did he really think he had authority over him? "August is a Guardian and so am I, and we're family. So of course it's my business"

Pitch, who was leaning against the wall, slid down so that he was now sitting, "Why are you even here?"

"On guard."

Pitch held up his hands, observing his wrists that were bound by the strange shackles. Dropping them he looked up at Jack, "Why? I don't pose as a threat right now."

"Uh huh, sure you don't"

Pitch sighed and looked at the ceiling, "So what do you plan to do with me?"

"That's what they're figuring out up there. Probably just containment."

Pitch snorted, "Can't wait."

"Nor can I." both Jack and Pitch jumped at the sound of August's voice.

"Ha! Never heard you coming!" Jack said, jumping off his perch from his shepherds crook. Jack looked back at Pitch who had quietly made himself comfortable in the far end of the cell.

"I just came to have a quick chat." August said, looking at Pitch with amusement. There was a moment of silence and August glanced at Jack, "alone."

"Oh, okay, uh-later, I guess"

Jack flew down the narrow mine and closed the heavy door. Only when the door had shut did he hear the muffled, barely audible voice of August. The winter sprite flew to the globe room where the other Gaurdians had decided to discuss what would happen to Pitch. Opening the door and strolling up to them he had walked into the middle of an argument.

"What? And keep him locked up for the rest of eternity?" Argued Tooth.

"Well you didn't seem too bothered with it last time. After all, how long had he been trapped?" Bunny said crossing his arms

"That was only a decade- not eternity. There's a big difference"

Sandy made several images above his head making North laugh, "We can't just let him go, Sandy!"

There was another series of images, "The bloke may be weak but that doesn't mean he won't try killin' August again. Besides, he's a sneaky one; he'll find a way to gain power. I bet he's going to try taking us out one by one" Bunny said, keeping his ground on the whole containment aspect.

"Well, when I spoke to Pitch he said that his reasons were based half on us and half personal." everyone turned their attention to Jack, " Don't know if that would help; but I doubt we're his first on his hit list and I doubt we ever will be."

Sandy shrugged in defeat, pointing to the moon. They all looked, maybe MiM could help.

"Well MiM? What do you think?" North asked looking at the orb suspended in the periwinkle sky. There was no response, perhaps the man in the moon was dealing with other issues at hand.