Snow in November, Jack's a little early this year. The reviews are greatly appreciated, and they make my day. I honestly am astounded by the amount of favorites and follows I have. I didn't expect so many people to like the story, so I just wanted to thank everybody for all the reviews, favorites, and followers I have.
I'll just include a warning in case… There will be a bit of abuse in this chapter. Not too much… Well then the next chapter is now up!
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He stared at the door with an intensity that threatened to burn a hole through it. He tempted with the idea to scream, and lash out. Now that he was alone, he was finding himself being swallowed in his thoughts. In his guilt. None of this would have happened if he hadn't told her to go help Sandy. This was all his fault. If he hadn't told Tooth she wouldn't have gotten hurt. Now she was in there fighting to keep breathing, because of him.
This was all his fault.
If anything happened to her it would be in his conscious. He let out a groan, sinking down to the ground as he buried his head in his knees. His sensible ears could pick up what was going on in the room next to him. He could hear North translating what Sandy didn't understand. He hit the ground with his fists, ignoring the pain it shot up his hand. While Tooth was in there, fighting for her life, he was outside doing nothing.
He flexed his fingers feeling them stinging where he had hit the ground. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. This was the reason he had been kicked out. He had frozen when they had gotten there. North told him that he was getting in the way. That he was only making things worse.
Making things worse, he snorted, it was something he seemed to be good at lately. He made everything worse. It all started and ended with him making everything worse. He closed his eyes, remembering everything he had done.
First he had screwed up with Jack. He had been taken almost literally under his nose. He could have turned around faster, he could have taken him seriously, even if it was just once. He could have prevented him from getting taken. If only he hadn't let his anger get the best of him. Now Jack was paying the consequences, of his failure.
He could only hope that he was okay. If anything had happened to him he didn't know if he would be able to bear it. It weighed down on him. He couldn't imagine what he would do if Jack was hurt. He had really screwed up on that one but if only it had stopped at that.
Now Tooth was in the infirmary, bleeding out on the table, while everybody else was helping her. Everybody but him. He. The one who had messed everything up. He was the reason why Tooth was hurt. Why there was a probability that she wouldn't make it. He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. He stayed like that until he could no longer stay still.
He go up, resuming his pacing. He remembered the horrible moment when they had gotten back. He could still hear North's words, as he snapped at Bunny.
As soon as they landed, they all jumped into action immediately. North threw the reins on the floor, before jumping out of the sleigh. While he ordered the panicking yetis around, Sandy and Bunny were trying to figure out what the best way to get Tooth to the infirmary was. They looked at each uncertainly until Sandy grinned, a light bulb appearing over his head.
He gestured for Bunny to pick her up. He cradled her in his chest, while Sandy waved his hands. The sand stretched out, forming a bed. Sandy nodded, motioning him to put Tooth on the bed. He smiled faintly as he placed her on the bed, making sure her injury wasn't jostled.
With Tooth now on the bed, they were able to move more efficiently. North had already told all the yetis to prepare the infirmary. They all made their way to the infirmary in breaking time. The yetis had the room ready by the time they got there. Sandy placed her over the bed, as the sand slowly disappeared. She was softly laid on the hospital bed. Once she was there North started ordering the yetis. They undid the bandage that he had placed to stop the blood.
As soon as they peeled it off, blood started to ooze out slowly dripping down her side. It splattered on the white sheet staining it a bold red. He froze, everything around him blurred out as his gaze focused on the blood. He faintly thought he heard North calling his name, but that also got blocked out along with everything else. All he could see was the red that was steadily dripping from her side.
It kept coming out, there seemed to be no end to how much kept pouring out. Suddenly North's face was in front of his, his beefy hands were shaking his shoulders. He blinked suddenly realizing that North was talking to him. "Bunny! Bunny! Snap out of it!" He slowly became aware of the mass chaos that was going around him. The yetis were desperately trying to make the bleeding stop. She was losing too much blood.
"Bunny! If you do not snap out of it, I'm going to kick you out." North's statement managed to make him react. He gasped, his body still shaking as North kept rattling him. "I'm fine now." Bunny muttered. North gave him a look, but nodded. He went back to observing and knowing what the yetis were doing. Bunny stood there not sure what he could do.
One of the yetis saved him the trouble as it threw the towels they had used at him. He blanched slightly as he noticed they were soaked with blood, but he ignored it and walked over to the other side, throwing them into a trashcan.
As he walked over he suddenly heard North yelling, but what caught him was the desperation in his voice. He couldn't understand what he was saying but he could tell something was going on. He ran over, skidding to a stop next to North. "What's going on?" He could hear his own panic in his voice as he asked. North glanced over at him before answering quickly. "She is barely breathing. Her pulse is very weak, she has lost lots of blood."
A coldness washed over his body. He felt himself start to tremble, his heart was pounding in his ears, blocking all the sounds out again. He stood there frozen watching all the yetis started pulling out different types of machines. An oxygen mask was pulled over her face. Her feathers were ruffled as the string was placed behind her ears.
His vision was partially blocked as a yeti started to work on her injury. It was at that point that he realized that he had been pushed to the side. He was just standing there motionless. North was handing the yeti all the instruments, while Sandy was weaving his dream sand over her head. A moment later the heart monitor was placed, Tooth's weak pulse appeared on the screen. The only sign that she was still breathing.
He heard a yeti talking to him, but he ignored it, his focus remained on Tooth. It wasn't until North spoke that his eyes flickered up to him. "The yeti says that you are in the way Bunny. You're blocking the cabinet behind you. I think that perhaps you are better off outside." Guilt immediately shined on his face as he hurriedly moved out of the way. He looked up at North, his mouth opening to protest, but North beat him to it.
"Bunny you are doing no good in here. You're freezing up, and we don't have time to do that. Tooth's life is at stake right now, we cannot jeopardize her life. Go outside and wash the blood off." Bunny felt a spark of anger go off at North's words.
"I can't just go away. It's my fault she's in that situation to begin with! I can't leave her." Bunny snapped back. North's face softened a bit before it hardened. "This isn't anybody's fault but Pitch's. He did this. But you're not helping Bunny, if you want her to survive then do her a favor and go outside." He hid the pain, the shadows suddenly shielding his eyes. With a sharp turn he walked out of the room. The door slamming behind him.
Closing it on North's face as it turned into one of regret.
He grit his teeth angrily. Bunny didn't know how long he had been outside walking from one side to the other. He froze mid-step. His ears perked up as he heard North suddenly yelling from inside. He opened the door regardless of anything. He took in the sight before him. No, he thought as his face turned into one of horror. The heart monitor that was hooked up to Tooth was flat.
Tooth wasn't breathing.
He stared at the wall. His thoughts kept drifting back and forth from the nightmare he had had and Pitch. After the nightmare he couldn't bring himself to go back to sleep. Currently he was leaning on the wall carefully, making sure that his ribs weren't being jostled. He didn't know what to do. The pain from all his injuries were starting to come back, but what was most present was the hunger. It was gnawing at his stomach, making it growl.
He tried to distract himself from the pain by pulling at his collar. It was still there and it was bothering him. He tried pulling it more to see if it would loosen at all. It wasn't choking him but it felt uncomfortable to have around his neck. Every time he would bend his neck the cold collar would dig into his soft flesh. He sighed as it didn't budge.
He despised it. He still remembered the first time Pitch had placed it on him. It had been the day he had gotten kidnapped. It branded him as a pet, as Pitch's pet. He hung his lower at the thought, ignoring how it was pinching his skin. He didn't want to be anybody's pet. It meant depriving him of his freedom. It meant doing everything Pitch ordered him to do.
He moaned as a pang of hunger went through his stomach. "Ugh." He immediately covered his mouth with his hands. He tensed waiting to be reprimanded. His shoulders sagged as he realized he was alone. At the exact moment the door was thrown open. Light showered him, making him bring his arm up to shield his eyes. Once his eyes got used to the light he could see Pitch standing there.
He tensed again. What did he want? Had he done something bad? "I see you're already awake, how convenient." Pitch seemed happy. He nodded towards him. "Get up." Pitch said simply. He turned around leaving him to his thoughts. He hesitated for a moment before grabbing his crutches. Once he was up he tried to quickly make his way to Pitch. Pitch had walked away not caring if he was handicapped. "Oh the fun I had. You wouldn't believe what happened Frosty."
As Pitch talked he realized that they were heading towards where the fairies were. As soon as Pitch appeared all the fairies quieted down. He shuffled behind him aware that the fairies were staring at him. "As I was saying, I meet up with the Guardians. I aiming for the Sandy but Tooth had to jump in and save the day. Too bad she won't be able to save her life." Pitch smirked at the last part.
All the fairy's squeaked, leaning forward to hear what Pitch was going to say next. "While she managed to avoid getting Sandy from getting hit, she wasn't as lucky." He stopped, adding more effect to what he was saying. "She's probably bleeding out, right this instant." As soon as the words were out of his mouth all the fairies went crazy. Pitch watched amusement clearly written across his face.
He on the other hand didn't know what to think. He never had meet the Tooth Fairy. A part of him knew that he should say something about this, it wasn't right, but what could he do? If he said anything he knew he would regret it. Pitch's deep chuckle echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls, amplifying to the point it overpowered all the fairies angry cries.
"Oh, what a wonderful reaction. What do you think Frosty?" Pitch's gaze turned to him expectantly. He swallowed. "Uh-I-I." He stuttered trying to figure out what to say. Pitch raised a nonexistent eyebrow. "I-I think that." He trailed off again not sure what Pitch was expecting him to say. He nervously looked up at Pitch. What if he said something wrong?
He saw Pitch's arm move, and the next thing he knew he was on the floor. His cheek stung as it started to turn red. His hand moved to cup his face as he cowered on the floor. He felt his eyes starting to water slightly as the pain from his ribs returned more intense. From the top of his vision he knew Pitch was crouching down. He flinched as he spoke.
"That wasn't such a hard question to answer." Pitch told him.
"I don't know." He answered truthfully. He could tell that he didn't like the answer, if Pitch sighing was any indication.
"You just had to ruin my good mood with your stupidity." The words stung. He lowered his head to avoid looking at him in the eyes. "You know what I just realized? You've been a very disobedient pet, and you know what happens to disobedient pets? They need to be punished and I have the perfect solution."
He shivered looking at him in fear. Pitch's smile stretched as he watched him. His arms went behind him as he tried to back away from him. He scooted away, his hands brushed against the crutches, but they were ignored in his hast to create some distance between him and Pitch. His mind conjuring images that were terrifying him.
"Now, come on Frosty. You know better than to resist." Pitch's tone was soft. He stopped, knowing if he tried anything it would only end up worse for him. His head slouched as he anxiously looked at Pitch. "S-sorry." The apology came out sounding desperate even for him. He knew Pitch was soaking up every moment that he made him beg, and apologize so that he wouldn't hurt him.
"While the apology is accepted, it still doesn't save you from your punishment." The man said, a wicked smirk on his face.
He whimpered. The sound escaped his lips before he could stop it. The only thing it caused was for Pitch to laugh. "Oh, Frosty, your fear is intoxicating." Pitch took a deep breath in, as if he was smelling something delicious. "It only fuels me to keep scaring you, to keep making you cry, to make you beg." Pitch said, his head tilted to the side as he observed him. With a nod he snapped his fingers, making him jump.
For a moment he froze, not sure what to expect. When he didn't feel anything he slowly let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Just when he was starting to wonder if Pitch was messing with him, he felt something poke him from underneath the collar. He let out a yelp, his hands flying to touch his collar. He could feel little spikes on the inside digging into his neck, making him panic.
He pulled on it in a last ditch effort to yank it off. The only thing it did was make the spikes bite into his skin. He looked up at Pitch, his eyes watered making his vision blurry. He was starting to breathe faster, with beads of sweat going down the side of his face.
"They use it as a way to train disobedient pets. I figured it was the best way to train you. Especially when trying out new ideas." A twisted smile made him flinch.
No, he thought, could Pitch be so cruel? But as the spikes stopped forming he realized he already knew the answer. The spikes were now digging in all around his neck. They were close to breaking his skin, but he realized any movement would cause them to bury themselves into his neck. He was too concentrated on the collar that he didn't notice the long leash that had formed in Pitch's hand, until he went to clip it on.
He let out a yell, batting his hands away in panic. He didn't realize what he was doing, everything around him was in a daze, and all he knew was that the collar was on him. He scrambled away more trying to avoid him from attaching the leash on. He heard Pitch growl in frustration before excruciating pain spread across his leg.
He let out an ear splitting scream. The tears that had threatened to escape his eyes, ran down his face freely. He clutched his leg, realizing that Pitch was squeezing it. When he ran out of breath, he let out a choked sob, trying to desperately make the pain go away. Another agonizing scream tore from his throat. He couldn't stand it anymore.
His bone that was barely starting to heal was being crushed. He should have known that when Pitch had wrapped his leg up it was for his own personal benefit. His eyes were clamped shut tight as tears escaped from the corners of his eyes. Cold fingers wrapped around his chin, startling him.
"Now that wouldn't have been necessary, if you wouldn't have resisted. See, you make everything worse by disobeying." Pitch spoke, using a scolding tone.
It was then that he realized that Pitch had stopped crushing his broken leg. A hiccup tore from his throat, reminding him of the nightmare. He nodded, his leg still in intense pain.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry." He croaked out, his throat aching from screaming.
Pitch patted him on the head, making him flinch. "Well, now that you've made a scene, I have to finish this. I can't wait to try out the idea." Pitch smiled gleefully.
He looked up, all the background noise suddenly flooding in. All the fairies were staring at him in horror. He was sure a moment ago they had been making a racket. He turned away, afraid to meet their gaze. Pitch snickered, before stretching his hand out and clipping the leash on.
He gasped, before pulling it slightly. The sharp spikes dug even deeper into his neck. Pitch snapped his fingers, and the crutches disappeared. Pitch didn't waste a second and walked behind him. He tensed as he grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped him over. He let out a cry, as his face hit the rough ground. Before he could even twitch Pitch had bent down and was placing his arms under his own.
Without hesitation he pulled him up, earning a whimper of pain as he forced his ribs to move. Once he was up, he found himself sagging, only being held up by Pitch. He felt vulnerable not being able to hold himself up. He stared at him alarmingly as Pitch grabbed his right arm and placed it over his shoulder. He opened his mouth to ask him what he was doing, but he quickly closed it.
He didn't want to make him angrier. Luckily, he didn't get to wonder what he was about to do because Pitch bent down, making him go over his back. At the same time he felt Pitch wrap an arm around his right knee. Pitch straightened up, and suddenly he knew what he was doing.
His right arm was being held by Pitch, who somehow was grabbing his leg. He squirmed slightly, feeling awkward dangling over his shoulder. This was the first time Pitch had ever carried him, and he was pretty sure it was the first and last time.
"Stop squirming or I'll drag you across the floor instead." Pitch warned him. He immediately stopped. He ignored his ribs that were being pulled. It was nothing compared to what he had experienced a couple of moments ago. He leg was still sending sharp jolts of pain. Suddenly he remembered the fairies. He armored himself with bravery and looked up. The fairies were still looking at them. Most of them still wearing horrified faces.
Knowing that they were probably were now disgusted by him he lowered his head, letting it hang. He couldn't bring himself to see how they would reject him. What did they think about him now that they saw how he was abused? Did they think he was pathetic? Like Pitch told him. He himself was ashamed of how weak and pitiful he was.
Maybe he could have done something to prevent all of this? Perhaps, they thought the same thing. That he could have tried to fight back, or defend himself. He bit his lip until he tasted the familiar metallic taste. No, if he tried anything it would only end up with him getting more injured. Years here had taught him that. There was no point in fighting back. Pitch himself had told him that he could have avoided all of that hassle if he had just followed his orders.
Dangling upside, behind Pitch's neck he snuggled his head to his back. He wondered if Pitch noticed or if he would do something. He didn't know what had compelled him to lay his head down, he wondered if this was what it felt like to be close to somebody. To feel there heart beating, relaxing them, as if whispering a comforting melody.
To have somebody tell them soothing words while they ruffled their hair. He resisted the urge to snuggle his face into his robe. He didn't want to admit it, but this was the most contact with somebody he was going to receive. Even if it was coming from the person that hurt him the most, and had just caused him so much pain.
Even if it was just for one moment he wanted to imagine that he was hugging somebody that cared about him, but that was impossible because no one liked him. He wanted to hold onto the feeling he was imaging and to treasure it. Because in an instance it was going to be gone. And that instance came too soon for him.
He didn't notice that Pitch had stopped, only when he grabbed his hand and moved it over his neck that he realize that he was where Pitch wanted to be. He felt Pitch bend down and place his good foot on the ground, before the support on his upper body was gone. His knees trembled slightly as he suddenly was standing up again. He leaned on his good leg making sure not to place any weight on his other leg.
Once he was certain he wasn't going to topple over he looked around. He didn't recognize the room they were in. There were still various rooms that he had never been too, and this was one of them. It was a plain room with nothing in it, making him wonder once more why Pitch had brought him here. Pitch walked in front of him, the leash still in his hand.
"Tomorrow I'm going to destroy the last hope everybody still pathetically holds onto. I decided why not frost things up a bit?" Pitch said.
He blinked not sure what Pitch was hinting at. Pitch continued ignoring his blank stare. "I've been wondering this for a while now. I've seen your powers, and I've decided to try and join them. After all what goes better than cold and dark?" Pitch looked him straight in the eyes.
He finally understood what he was trying to get at. He wanted his powers? No, he wanted to combine his powers with Pitch's power? He still wasn't sure what that meant. He opened his mouth hesitantly.
"Combine?" He asked quietly. He wasn't quite sure if that's what Pitch wanted. Pitch nodded. He patted him on the head his hand pressing against the bruise, making him wince.
"Maybe, but just maybe you're not as stupid as I thought." Pitch said. Frosty looked up at him with hopeful eyes. His beautiful blue eyes standing out on his pale face. "As I was saying, tomorrow I have to trash a place. So we have until today to learn how to use them together. Just imagine what I could do with even more power."
Suddenly he understood why he had the leash, and the collar. Pitch was making sure that he wouldn't try anything, and if he did try something he could pull on his leash, making the collar dig into his skin. Just like a pet. Punished if he did something he wasn't supposed to. But that wasn't the worst part to him.
What if he couldn't make their powers combine?
So I'm feeling like a bit of a cruel person. Hehe, anyways I hope everybody had a happy Thanksgiving. Anybody else want to give Jack a hug too? Dun, dun DUN! The Guardians are facing their own little dilemmas between themselves. What's going to happen to Jack? Will he be able to get their powers to combine? I also know I lot of people want to see the Guardians reactions, and trust me we'll get to that part very soon. You'll just have to wait, so until next time!