Jack had chose to fly to North's workshop, for he had no idea how else to get there. As he arrived most people cleared out of his way, and Jack killed the few who wouldn't budge. When he arrived in North's office, North stood up, as did the Guardians who were with him. Jack looked bored to North, which usually he looked excited but Pitch basically sucked all the life he had out of him. Tooth noticed his skin was black, and he looked menacing, which was not something Jack ever looked like.

"Come here to kill us?" North asked. He had a plan already.

"What do you think?" Jack snarled at him. Tooth had never seen Jack be rude to North.

"Oh Sandy!" North said. Jack became confused at this.

"What?" Before he could say anymore, sand swirled and wrapped around his mouth, tied his hands behind his back, and tied his feet together. But it wasn't Pitch's black sand, it was Sandy's beach-colored sand. Before he could start moving, he blacked out.

When Jack came to again, he saw the Guardians watching him outside his cell. Jack had no restraints except he still had sand around his mouth. His staff was missing.

"Take the sand off his mouth." North ordered. Sandy did as told. For a long while, Jack and his old friends stared at each other, not saying a word. After they had left Jack laid down on the small bed, pulling a soft blanket around himself, up to his shoulders. He wasn't cold, obviously; he just wanted to be comfortable and cozy, since he'd been uncomfortable for days now. He heard someone coming down the hall, so he turned over to face the wall.

The sight Bunnymund saw of Jack made him sad. He knew his old friend was still a fearling, but since being in the cell he'd seemed much quieter than when he arrived and tried to kill the Guardians.

"Hey, mate, you got to eat." Bunnymund said to him softly. Jack didn't budge at all, but after Bunnymund left he ate a little bit. As he curled up again, he couldn't help but think if Pitch hears about this, I'll be punished for sure.

Jack had woken up to North, Tooth, Sandy and Bunnymund arguing.

"What are we going to do with him?" Bunnymund said.

"Your not going to kill him, are you?" Tooth said, pleading slightly. She couldn't bear the thought.

"I'm not going to kill him for now, but what I do know is we have to kill Pitch so he becomes himself again." North said. Suddenly and all-to-familiar voice boomed, "So nice of you to speak of me."

"Pitch." North growled.

"How nice to see you again!" Pitch said.

"We can't say the same for you." Tooth snarled at him. She was surprised by the confidence; usually she was nice but she hated the fact Jack was basically his slave.

"Now, may I have Jack back?" Pitch asked, a fake smile on his face.

"Over our dead bodies!" Bunnymund said.

"Well then, say your last words!" Pitch said. The battle was on.

Pitch had the upper hand at first; he had thrown Tooth against a wall, and hurt Sandy. Jack watched the fight from his cell, he wasn't sure what to think.

North had hit Pitch's head from behind, knocking him to the floor.

"Argh!" Pitch said. "I should have killed you when I had the chance!"

Before North could respond, Bunnymund had grabbed a rope and tied it quickly around Pitch's wrists and ankles. He thrashed, but the rope held. North grabbed one of his swords, and before Pitch could take another breath the sword was thrust into his chest.

Okay so I wrote some of this now, but usually these would be separate chapters with more detail but I decided to mash it together as one sort of long chapter. Tomorrow or Friday my computer will most likely be shipped away so if I do not update tomorrow, or update for a long while, happy Easter and Passover and basically whatever holiday you celebrate! –Lea

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