Merry Christmas guys! Here is my gift to you! Another sadistic chapter to my messed up fanfic. I hope you guys are having a really great Christmas. Thanks for all the support. I really cannot believe the love this story is getting. It really means a lot to me, you have no idea. I'll do my best update again soon. Please keep the reviews coming! I adore reading them, they make me giddy XD.
Edit: Okay guys...This is an authors note so please take the time to read it. First off, I KNOW this story is messed up/dark/violent. It's pretty much my outlet for my sadistic side. It is also the first story I've bothered continuing for this long. I'm taking a risk because I know some people are definitely not gonna like it. I've already had somebody call me, "the sickest person ever." And while it bugged me, I just deleted it and moved on.
But from now on I'm gonna post warnings for any violent content in the chapter. That way, if you don't like it don't read it.
WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: Intense violence, torture, character abuse, blood.
Wait for the next chapter if you can't handle these things.
Amber eyes continued to stare at the blood collecting on the floor, its coppery smell filling Pitch's nostrils. The Nightmare King slowly threw his head back and inhaled deeply, enjoying the victory he had just achieved. It wouldn't be long before the fairy would bleed out and MiM will have no choice but to unbind her soul from this world and let her die.
Briefly he thought about ending the lives of the yeti and the mini fairy as well but let the thought go. They were merely an impedance, they weren't worth his time, and were hardly a threat at this point.
The sound of sobbing and whimpering rang in his ears and his lips twitch upwards, "oh don't worry, I didn't forget about you, Jack."
All Jack could feel was pain and fear; all of the struggling he had done has irritated his wounds and brought the pain back full force. Dots of crimson now littered his long white shirt and white pants. The blood from his injuries had leaked through the bandages all the way to his clothes.
But he wasn't focused on any of that, his eyes were trained on the dainty hand he saw lying lifelessly on the floor by the edge of his bed. 'Please no, Tooth don't die on me, you can't! Please!'
Tears dripped from his red, glossy eyes and trailed down his cheeks.
Jack unconsciously continued to twist his wrists despite the amount of pain he was in. His struggles were cut short when Pitch turned his attention away from Tooth's unmoving body and back on him. 'Don't worry, I didn't forget about you, Jack.'
Jack shrank back against the pillows as those words echoed throughout the room. There was nothing stopping the Nightmare King from doing whatever he wanted to him now.
His last remaining hope for himself and for Tooth was that Sandy, and Bunnymund, would come to their aid, but for some reason, he knew they weren't there.
Pitch watched the expressions on the winter spirit's face, enjoying as they changed from fear, to anguish and then back again. "The other Guardians won't be here to save you anytime soon, they're at my lair, fighting for their lives against my newest creations." Pitch said as he paced closer to the bound Guardian. Jack began to tremble as the Nightmare King came closer, he could see the blood lust in the man's face.
Once he reached the side of the bed, Pitch looked over the boy, seeing the blood that dotted his clothes. "How are those wounds healing?" Pitch asked in the silky voice that Jack now loathed hearing.
Jack continued to breath unevenly as he wept, loud gasps escaping from the gag. Pitch observed the boy's panicked state in annoyance, suddenly he raised his hand and backhanded the boys face harshly. His black fingernails cut into the boy's cheek and caused red to gush out from the diagonal cuts. Jack immediately quieted down, reduced now to shallow whimpering.
Jack flinched when he felt Pitch's hand brush against his other cheek, across the bandage that covered the gashes caused by the Nightmare King's fingernails from his previous capture. Without warning the bandage was ripped off in one quick motion, causing Jack to yell around the gag.
"Look at that, they've already began to scab over." Pitch said as he tossed the used bandage to the cluttered floor. Slowly he trailed his fingers against the rough edges of the old injury. "And what about the scars? How are those healing Jack? I'm truly curious to see how they turn out." Pitch said sadistically as he continued to examine the trapped boy.
He moved his hand to the boy's hair, running his fingers through it. Jack didn't know how to react to the seemingly gentle touch; it was uncharacteristic for Pitch.
He was right to be doubtful because all at once Pitch tightened his hold on his hair and yanked his head sideways, causing him to yelp and cringe from the added pain.
Pitch leaned down over the youngest Guardian.
"Look how pathetic you are, you call yourself a Guardian, but you can't really protect anything at all." he hissed into Jack's ear, his warm breath cascading over Jack's vulnerable neck.
"All of this suffering is your fault."
Jack silently shook as he let the spiteful words wash over him. 'He's right…I'm useless; all I do is cause trouble. All of this is my fault…Tooth is dying, and it's my fault…"
Pitch smiled as he let go of the boy's hair and stood up straight again, he watched as the youngest Guardian went slack in his bindings. He knew his words were having an effect on him. "Don't worry Jack, even when the fairy perishes you'll join her and the other Guardians eventually. That is, when I'm good and ready to let you die."
Jack hung his head, his chin resting on his chest in defeat. He had no choice but to let Pitch continue to toy with him.
Pitch looked over at the open windows, watching as the rays of the rising sun grew brighter. He frowned at the light filling the room. It was far too bright for his liking. Swiftly he trudged over to the windows, avoiding the unconscious bodies as he did, and grabbed the thick velvet curtains. He yanks them closed, blocking out the suns unwelcome rays. "Ah that's much better." Pitch said as darkness covered the infirmary.
"You should know Jack, I did end up visiting your favorite believer." Pitch taunted. Jack's head quickly snapped up and he did something he didn't know he still had in him, he glared at the Nightmare King. 'If you did anything to hurt Jamie…'
Pitch noticed that the air seemed to get a bit colder; he glanced over at Jack, smiling as he was met with an intense glare. Muffled words spilled from behind the boy's muzzle, angry words.
"Oh don't get all wound up again, I didn't hurt the child…well not much anyways." Pitch chuckled.
Jack yelled around the gag, demanding that Pitch leave Jamie alone.
"I already told you I didn't hurt him, but I did give him some nasty nightmares. I also told him about you…" the Nightmare King finished as he turned to smile back at him.
Instantly Jack became quiet again and his eyes widened. 'No, Jamie can't know…'
"You should have seen him, he refused to believe you were tortured, broken beyond repair; that his poor little Jack Frost was hurt. I knew he wouldn't though, so that's why I gave him a piece of your staff." Pitch finished before letting out a long cold laughter.
Jack's blue eyes scanned the image before him again; everything was so messed up, how were they all supposed to survive this? Let alone recover. Pitch has somehow gained an immeasurable amount of power without having to get kids to stop believing in them.
Jack continued to lose himself in worrisome thoughts, not noticing Pitch glaring at him from beside the windows.
Before he could react Pitch was back beside him. Jack quickly looked up and in a flash Pitch slammed his fist into his vulnerable stomach, causing Jack to screamed loudly as the pain shook through him. He shifted his body sideways and tried to curl into himself.
"It's rude to daydream when someone is talking to you Jack."
He felt the Nightmare King yank his body back over so that he was lying flat on his back again. "How's about I teach you some manners." Pitch snarled as he held one of Jack's legs in a vice like grip
Jack struggled briefly, ignoring the stinging pain that seemed to cover his entire body. He couldn't stop himself from squirming as the pressure from Pitch's grip increased more and more.
Pitch watched the winter spirit writhe as he increased pressure on his bruised lower leg; enjoying the pain he was causing him. "One…" Pitch whispered sadistically before pressing down harder. Jack began to scream at the pressure. "Two..." Pitch hissed again before pressing down so hard a loud crack was heard. With one last wicked grin Pitch pressed down with all of his strength, "three…" A loud snap resounded outwards through the dark room, which was then quickly filled with Jack's shrill screams. Jack's body instantly arched off the bed, his hands balled into fists so tightly that his knuckles were white.
Pitch just laughed down at him. "I'll never get tired of that scream of yours Jack."
Jack didn't hear the Nightmare King; all he would feel was agony as he continued to scream into the gag. He knew his leg was broken.
Pitch waited for the boy's screams to cease. He eyed the floor again, looking at the tooth fairy, much to his dismay he saw the smallest movement of breathing. "Stubborn wench." He growled before rolling his eyes.
Pitch continued to enjoy the scene before him when suddenly his favorite nightmare stallion materialized into the room and began to neigh frantically at its master. Pitch eyed the horse angrily as it told him that the Guardians had somehow reached the end of the sand bridge and that they were about to go through one of the rabbit's tunnels.
"Well as much fun has this has been, I think it's time to go, I'm going to have to adjust my strategy now that MiM has butted in again with that blasted crystal he created" Pitch said with a sigh.
Turning back to Jack's trembling and bloody form Pitch spoke again, "those Guardians will be back soon, so I think I'll let you all wallow in your own misery for a while, while I bring my fear to the world."
Jack grimaced as a hand slide over his stitched stab wound. Pitch leaned down, letting his weight fall on the boy's shoulder, ripping another scream from the boy's throat. "We'll see each other again Jack. You can count on it. This is my promise to you. I will make you suffer until your dying breath. That will be my vengeance upon you, your punishment for not joining me when you had the chance."
With his eyes now clenched tightly shut Jack cried, this time he didn't hold back, he let the sobs wrack through him.
Pitch summoned his scepter and waltzed through the shadow he originated from, his nightmare stallion following in his wake. All that was left in the dark infirmary were the unconscious bodies, broken glass, scattered books, and Jack's sobbing figure.
After what Jack guessed were a few minutes passed he gave a weak tug at his bindings. His wrists were now an angry red from twisting and pulling them so much. His eyes hurt badly from all the tears that had fallen and continued to fall as he saw Tooth's motionless hand, along with the pool of blood that continued to grow.
'I wish I was dead, that I drowned in that lake, that I never became Jack Frost…Maybe that would have stopped all of this from happening...What good can I do? Pitch was right...I can't protect anything, not even myself."
With those final thoughts Jack's head fell to his chest, all he could do was pray the Guardians would make it in time, if they didn't he would never forgive himself.