When Jack woke up again, Pitch was standing over him, he looked angry and unchained Jack and dragged him to another room.
"Let go!" Jack cried. He hated Pitch touching him and he was starting to hurt Jack.
"Stay still!" Pitch yelled, angry, backhanding the boy. Jack's cheek was a dark black and blue, and he was silent the rest of the way and barely squirmed.
When Jack saw the room, it had a metal table, a few chairs and a lot of needles, tattoo outlines, and ink. Jack had a feeling he knew what Pitch was about to do to him.
"Sit." Pitch growled, pointing to one of chairs. "And stay there, or you'll regret trying to escape." Jack did as told, watching Pitch spread a soft, warm blanket over the cool table.
"Lay down, on your stomach, and either pull up or take off your shirt." Pitch growled at him. Jack took off his shirt, it was easier because it might slide down and make Pitch angrier. He folded it and put it on one of the chairs. He felt Pitch take his hand and tied it down to the table for precaution. He didn't want Jack to squirm or move during this. As his other wrists and ankles were tethered down, Jack pondered the point in this. He saw Pitch with an ink needle with gloves on.
"Now don't move Jack, you'll be in a lot more pain if you squirm or even move." Pitch warned. He held Jack's head down, making Jack cry out as he was gripping his head much harder than he should. Realizing this, Pitch only put the hand as a precaution not to move. Jack was crying silently, it was painful even if he didn't move.
"Jack, calm down, shhh." Pitch said to him quietly. He knew this was painful, the first time Pitch had got a tattoo he was a little jittery as well. After what felt like forever to Jack he was untied and left alone to relax for a while. Jack curled up, he was tired and hungry and just wanted to be left alone. When Pitch came to collect him, he told Jack the tattoo had his name and tracking number on it to find him.
"Fantastic." Jack muttered. "I'm your pet." Pitch just smirked at him. After he was led to his cell and chained, Jack didn't dare touch his back to the wall. He faced the corner, curled up into himself. He felt Pitch touched his back softly, tracing the tattoo. Jack pulled away and curled up more.
"Jack, calm down. I wasn't hurting you, was I?" Pitch said, not very concerned for the boy. He wasn't sure, Jack hadn't made a noise but had pulled away as if it hurt.
"I don't know." He mumbled. "Maybe." This hadn't reassured Pitch at all, he had meant no harm to Jack. Jack hadn't put his shirt back on, he'd meant to but had forgotten, as he'd been too mad. Jack watched as Pitch left, he seemed anxious to get away from Jack. Fine by me Jack thought. He could die for all I care.
After a few days the Guardians knew Jack must've been captured by Pitch. Pitch was most likely hurting him, he hated Jack almost as much as he hated North. North had devised a plan with the other Guardians to get Jack back.
Okay, so the next chapter might not be like the movie, I put my own twist on it (sorta). But, then again, isn't fanfiction to promote your own take on a movie/book/story? Leave reviews no flamers! -Lea