Yeah this is just an edit of chapter 4. I wanted to make a few small revisions. By the way I promise that chapter 5 is coming, I've just been caught up with school and work and studying XD.

"Jack! Where are you! Please call out to us!"

Jack slowly blinked his eyes as he listened to the North's voice calling out from one of the corridors of the dark castle.

"Looks like the rescue team has arrived." Pitch said as he looked in the same direction as he was. His face flashed a smile before frowning slightly.

"A shame really, right when I was thinking about keeping you permanently." Pitch said as he pushed Jack onto his tender back with his foot.

"Mmrgh." Jacked groaned out. Every movement causing pain to shoot up and down his body.

He'd gained a plethora of new wounds from the last couple of hours. Pitch had gotten the bright idea to beat him with his black staff. That went on for longer then he ever wanted it to. He was sure that he had some kind of internal bleeding now because he every time he coughed into the black gag he would feel the blood come up from his throat and taste it on his tongue.

What came after though, that was the worst of it. The nightmares that were forced upon him before were bad enough, seeing people he loved dying, being swallowed up by darkness, being tortured, but the new nightmare Pitch forced upon him was the worst one.

He was raped in this nightmare, and it had felt so incredibly real that his heart rate quickened at the mere thought of it.

Tears found their way again to the bottom of his eyes as the memories of the nightmare flooded back. He didn't know how such a despicable thing could be done to someone. Nobody should suffer something like that, he wouldn't wish it upon his worst enemy. Not even Pitch, the one who had forced himself on him in the Nightmare

He had to convince himself it was in fact fake and not reality after he was awakened. It was the last bit of comfort he could take, yet he couldn't stop the shudder that rippled through him as he continued to relive it.

"Did you not enjoy that last one Jack? I was actually hoping I could continue having my fun with you but we've run out of time." Pitch said.

Jack's eyes widened, as he couldn't stop feelings of shock and disgust well up inside him. Pitch wanted to keep making him have these new twisted nightmares? That was something he did not want to give Pitch the chance to do. Living that painful and terrifying experience once was more than enough for him. He could not let it happen again.

"Mmmph!" Jack cried out. Trying his best to get the Guardians to hear him.

Pitch just looked down at him with a smile plastered upon his dark features.

"Here Jack, let me help you with that."

Summoning his staff he brought it above Jack's left shoulder blade. The tip began to shift until it had become angled to a point. Without wasting time or effort he brought it down onto Jack's shoulder piercing his body easily.

Jack's face contorted and his body jerked as pain signals raced from his shoulder. Screams ripped themselves out of his body. He didn't even hear as North slammed the doors to the chamber open and screamed his name.

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North eyes immediately widened as he saw Jack's form. He couldn't believe the shape that he was in. He was barely recognizable, he'd never seen so many injuries on a person at once. He knew that if he didn't save Jack and save him now, or they might lose him to Pitch.

Immediately North pulled out his swords, glaring intensely as his eyes fell upon Pitch.

Pitch met his eyes as well staring back at him with equal intensity.

"Hello North, nice of you to join us." Pitch said with a smirk playing on his lips. Slowly he twisted the staff causing Jack to writhe and shriek on the black tiled floor beneath him.

North prepared to attack him right then, an anger he hadn't felt in decades coursed through his veins. How dare Pitch do this to Jack. He would not let him get the chance to do anything to anyone again.

Pitch seeing North's rage, put up a finger and waged is slowly at him. "Ah ah ah North, I wouldn't be so rash if I were you. You know what my staff can do after all."

North stopped and stared back at Pitch with a heavier glare then before. "You've done enough to that boy, just give him back to us. Don't turn him."

"That's not a very compelling argument North." Pitch patronized. "What do I get if I spare this boy the fate of being my newest fearling?"

Without warning the other guardians emerged at the door. They had split up to search the other corridors but quickly followed the sound of the commotion being made.

They all paused in shock of the image before them. The same expression North once had found it's way to their faces as they saw Jack's deteriorated form lying on the floor writhing under Pitch's staff.

Tooth's eyes scanned the image in front of her, her eyes welling up as she took in Jack's form. She quickly looked at the floor as if to escape the pain for a moment, only to lift her head again, this time donning a glare matching North's.

Sandy stood there wide-eyed his brows furrowed into a look of worry. He kept looking between Pitch and Jack. Giving Pitch a pained expression as he wondered what would compel him to take such extreme actions against his friend.

"You fucking monster!" Bunnymund roared. Tooth and Sandy winced at hearing him swear, knowing it only happened rarely and if he was extremely angry.

Bunnymund shook from his rage. A paw already had found it's way to one of his boomerangs, clutching it tightly.

"Control your little pest North." Pitch warned, twisting his staff as he did so, earning another muffled yell from the winter spirit beneath him.

North quickly turned to Bunnymund and shook his head no, Bunnymund complied loosening his grip on his boomerang.

"As I was saying, what do I get in return for sparing the boy? And I think you know what that is guardians" Pitch said.

"How about us not ripping you to shreds!" Bunnymund roared again.

"Enough Bunnymund!" North yelled out.

"Whatever it is you want Pitch, you got it, just let the boy go." North said.

Pitch smirked again, "North you will become my fearling in Jack's place. When I have accomplished my plans you will return back to as you were, but not a moment before. . Anything less than this and the deal is off."

A muffled cry escaped jack again. He eyed North and shook his head no. Urging him not to agree.

North looked at Jack and smiled sadly. He then turned to the guardians, huddling in closer to them to discuss the ultimatum Pitch had given him.

"North, there has to be another way. We can't lose you!" Tooth whispered.

"I don't see it right now, look we humor him now, and then we'll think of a way out of this."

"I don't see how mate." Bunnymund said. "How are we going to be sure he will turn you back?"

"Look, we got Jack into this godforsaken situation, and we are getting him out, one way or another. What comes after comes after."

The three other guardians nodded in agreement. They would settle for now, but they definitely didn't like it.

North turned to Pitch and with a sharp look spoke.

"You have yourself a deal."

Pitch yanked the staff out of Jack's shoulder gaining one last small cry, smiling as he did.

"And now to seal the deal."

Pitch stepped over Jack's body and made his way over to North. "Don't be stupid now, just shake my hand on my magic will do it's work."

"Not before Jack and the other guardians are gone and safe." North growled.

"As you wish." He waved his arm towards Jack signaling the other three guardians to retrieve him.

As the guardians ran to aid Jack, North glared at Pitch.

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