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Pitch lowered the two pieces of what was once a staff. A smirk adorned his face as he stared at the broken staff in front of him. Oh that had felt good. A chuckle escaped his lips. He cracked his neck. His plan was going just as planned. He would have full control of the Guardians soon. They didn't know it but he had control of them. Now all he had to do was sit and wait while they tried to figure out what had happened to Jack.

A cruel laugh bubble out of him. They would have no idea. There was no way they could figure out what Pitch had in mind. There wasn't anything they would be able to do. They would just have to sit back and watch everything unfold. They wouldn't even know what hit them. The Guardians were completely useless.

The only thing that Pitch knew he was going to have to take care of was Jack. If there could be any problem it would be Jack. A frown formed as he thought about it. Knowing Jack he would answer any question the Guardians asked. That could potentially be a problem.

If Jack had really paid any attention to him when he had been explaining his plan then he would know some crucial parts of it. Well Pitch would just have to make sure that Jack didn't open his mouth. He snorted. That part would be so easy. In fact it would almost be kind of boring. Just a small little threat and he would keep his mouth shut.

Now that he thought about it he kind of missed Jack. It was quiet, too quiet without his screams. Such a beautiful sound. He loved to see him squirm in discomfort and flinch away from him in fear. Pitch especially loved that. It was such a delicate fear, so cold like ice, and powerful. Oh well, he knew the perfect solution. It was time to pay him a small visit.

Bunny tapped his foot nervously. After a couple of seconds he shifted again for what felt like the hundredth time. He earned himself a deadly glare from Sandy who was watching him. Bunny shrugged innocently. Sandy merely rolled his eyes. Bunny looked at him amused for a second before returning to his thoughts.

How long did it take to get the results back from the tests the yetis had done? Bunny wasn't sure but he knew it had only been a half order at the most, but to him it felt like hours.

"Sandy's right Bunny. Pacing around is not helping you're only making us more nervous." North's voice interrupted his train of thought.

Bunny looked up at him. "Sorry." The word came out soft and a little forced. "It feels like we've been waiting for hours."

"Bunny it's only been a half hour at the most." North shook his head at his impatience. "Sit." He motioned to the empty chairs next to him.

Bunny let out a sigh as he plopped down in the middle of them. "I know but if I'm right then they won't find anything wrong with him physically. You heard Jack. That staff must have had a direct effect on him when Pitch broke it."

North nodded. "What do you think happened? You said he was in pain so I'm guessing that there's something deeper than it just helping him with his powers."

Sandy waved his arms around trying to get their attention. The other two Guardians turned towards him. Sandy formed a heart that seemed to be beating. Then Jack's staff. North and Bunny looked at each other. The same thought was going through their minds.

"You think it's a part of him?" North said what everybody was thinking.

Bunny frowned as he mulled over the idea. It could be a possibility. That would explain the reason why he was so scared when he had realized what had happened. Why he was so scared of Pitch's threat. Why he had been so freaked out about leaving Pitch. Jack was probably terrified of what Pitch could do to him. Anger ran through his veins as he thought about all the things that could happen with Pitch still having Jack's staff. A sudden realization hit him. Pitch in a way had full control of Jack.

"If that's the case then we really need to get that staff back. Especially away from Pitch." Bunny looked at each Guardians as he spoke. "We can't risk Pitch doing something else to that staff. Especially if Jack seems to be able to feel what happens to it."

They nodded. The eminent danger they were in was becoming more prominent. Not only that but Pitch hadn't shown his head and that was putting him on edge. With all this mess that was going on Bunny was expecting Pitch to have done something already. The fact that he hadn't tried to take advantage of this situation was alarming. Nothing good could come out of that.

Sandy raised his hand. An image of Pitch appeared followed by some boxing gloves. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You're right Sandy we have to defeat Pitch. While we're at it we'll teach him a lesson." Bunny said. His thoughts drifted back to Jack. They were going to have to work a lot to try and help Jack. But he wasn't going to complain after all it was his fault. If anything he had a lot of time on his hands. Bunny was going to do anything to help him. If that meant he would have to feed, or sleep near him to make sure Jack wouldn't have any nightmares he would do it.

At that moment a yeti come in. Three pairs of heads snapped towards his direction. Bunny sighed softly in relief as he realized that it was here to tell them about Jack. He already knew that there probably wouldn't be anything wrong, but they still had them do the tests just in case. Better safe than sorry.

The yeti came closer until it was in front of North. Bunny shifted closer, not that he could understand the yeti but at least he would be able to tell if something was wrong. As the yeti talked he observed North's face. To Bunny's relief his face didn't seem to fall instead it was filled with relief but there was still worry in it. North thanked the yeti before turning around and facing them.

"Well I guess you were right Bunny. The yetis didn't find anything wrong with him. It's not exactly good either though. So I guess the only option left is the staff. Since that's the case then we have to attack Pitch soon. We have to get that staff back at any cost. We can't afford to let Jack get hurt, or for him to keep living under that threat." North said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Bunny nodded. "All right then, I guess this means only one thing then? We have to attack Pitch."

He stared at the door unblinking. The yetis had left a while ago after they had finished doing all the tests. Those had been the most terrified moments he had spent here. They had kept touching him and moving around him. So much movement and all the noises around him had almost made him go into a panic attack. It was only Bunny who had stayed by his side the entire time that had prevented him from hyperventilating.

Bunny had kept rubbing his hand against his in a soothing manner. Bunny had also kept whispering calming words to him. He hadn't heard most of what he had said but it was the way he was saying it, that had mattered. The words had been laced with so much kindness, patience, and dare he say it? Love. He wasn't even sure if he knew what that word was. He had heard of it, and seen it but he had never received it. He had never really felt love.

The closest thing he ever got to that was when Pitch would occasionally pat his shoulder or head. That small show of affection to him meant so much more to him than Pitch could ever understand. It would be those moments where he would feel so light. Filled with so much excitement and happiness. It would bubble inside of him until it threatened to explode. A grin would spread out across his face and his eyes would sparkle with something that had long ago been extinguished.

All of that because he had received something else that hadn't been hate, disappointment, or disgust. But even that was gone in a couple seconds because Pitch didn't like to see him like that. Pitch did not want to see him happy, if he wasn't happy.

Now that he was alone again the hollowness inside his chest hadn't gotten better. If anything that feeling seemed to have gotten worse. No matter what he did he couldn't get rid of it. It was suffocating, and he couldn't breathe. It was consuming him alive and he couldn't do anything. Now that he was alone he was certain that his staff was broken. There couldn't be any other reason that could explain what was happening.

It was like there was something inside him that was missing. Now he was starting to realize that it wasn't so much missing, it was more like broken. His staff must have had a connection to him or something. Now he could feel that that connection was broken. The connection must have been strong because now he felt like he couldn't live without it. It echoed throughout him and at the end he felt even lonelier than ever.

At least he knew now that he wouldn't die. That didn't mean that he didn't feel like he was dying. Not that he would mind if he did. It would only save him from so much more pain, and that horrible emptiness he was feeling.

It was taking all his energy, and consuming all his thoughts. Without him doing anything it was only thing he could concentrate on. He shifted once again but the sensation wouldn't leave. It wouldn't go away. No matter what he did it was there. Even if he brought his attention away from it, it only seemed to get bigger. It was almost like it was asking for his attention. It was eating him, and Jack was getting relentless.

Ugh.

A sharp pang of pain went through his chest. It was a short throb and for a moment it started to fade. Then it begin to spread all over his chest and get even more painful. His hand clawed at his chest trying to get rid of the pain. It was like fire and there was nothing more painful to him than fire. He grit his teeth so he wouldn't make a single sound. He didn't want to alert the yetis outside. Slowly it faded until it was a simple dull throb. After a couple more seconds it disappeared. A small shaky breath let him know that he had been holding his breath.

Maybe he wouldn't die but he was feeling the effects. And deep inside him, he had a feeling that it would only get worse. Perhaps eventually he would die? Maybe it was only a matter of time.

A horrible chill snapped him out of his thoughts. He tensed and straightened up against the pillows. The room around him darkened and shadows danced all around. An eerie vibe filled the room. His breath came in a little quicker and sharper. It couldn't be what he was thinking. It was just his imagination. He tried to distract himself by doing something else.

Instead he raised his shirt. For a second he hesitated, scared to see what was underneath. But then he imagined feeling that chill again and with a bit more force than he imagined, he held the shirt up with his teeth. A second later he almost dropped it when he saw his chest. He had received this kind of punishment before. But every time he saw the damage it still scared him.

The bruises seemed to jump out at him, and there wasn't one inch of his skin that wasn't blue or purple. Now he could see the lumps on his skin where he assumed the broken ribs were. Every time he took a breath he could see the bruises stretch. With a shiver he tried to not freak out.

Swallowing he pulled his shirt down hastily. It was then that he felt it again. A chill that made him shiver. He closed his eyes. He had been trying to ignore it and pretend like he didn't know what it was. There was no use in pretending that he wouldn't find him. For a moment he had almost thought that Pitch might not find him. For a moment he had almost thought that he was safe. That he was actually going to be able to escape.

Why had he let himself be fooled so easily? He had thought that he had gotten over this a long time ago. He had promised himself that he would never give himself false hope. A promise that he wasn't going to fool himself like last time. When he had almost escaped, but Pitch had been there. He had known. Pitch had always known. Pitch was always there.

A swooshing sound reached his ears as something cut through the air.

Something cold and sharp touched his neck.

A scythe.

His eyes snapped open. There was only one person that it could be.

Pitch.

His breathe came out harsher as he tried his hardest not to let out a scream. He couldn't even swallow. Not if wanted to risk the scythe cutting into his neck. While he had the bandages around his neck, he knew how sharp that scythe was. He had seen it. His eyes slowly traveled across the room to Pitch. All his dreams died instantly as he saw him standing there.

A large smirk was on his face as he held the scythe. His cold eyes were staring back at him. As their eyes meet Pitch's smirk got even bigger until his sharp teeth were showing.

"Ah, Jack! I've missed you so much. I thought you promised me that you'd never leave me? That we would always be together." Pitch walked closer but the scythe never left his neck. As he walked closer his eyes that were colder than ice, observed him. "My, my the Guardians sure have treated you fine haven't they? Look at this you have bandages, blankets, and even a cast! Tsk, there making me look like a bad person."

A mock look of horror crossed Pitch's face. "It's so horrible. All the hard work I put in to it and the Guardians come in here and mess it up. Cleaning you, giving you medical attention, feeding you, and giving you love." The last word was laced with disgust. "Oh, let me guess did North give you cookies?"

His breath caught as Pitch stopped directly next to him. The little courage he had evaporated and instead he only swallowed. He winced when the blade cut a little deeper.

"How rude. I come here all this way to visit you and you don't even have the decency to answer." Pitch's tone was mocking. "You never were one for decency were you? Or respect for that matter."

Pitch dug the scythe against his neck even deeper. A small whimper escaped his lips. Pitch's smirk disappeared and a menacing look replaced it. Pitch leaned in closer until their faces were inches apart from each other.

"I know you felt what happened to your staff." He closed his eyes. So Pitch had broken it. A rough shake in the head made him snap his eyes open.

"Don't you dare close your eyes on me. That wasn't just a punishment to you, there's something else that's going to happen but that's not something you need to know. I know you, and I know that you'd crack at the first insistence of the Guardians." The scythe disappeared but it didn't make the child feel any safer. If anything it made him feel like something worse was going to happen.

Pitch's hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of his hair. He opened his mouth to let out a yelp but Pitch's other hand clamped down on it. Only a muffled yelp was heard as Pitch yanked his head forward, pulling his hair savagely. His scalp burned as a handful of hair was threatened to be pulled out. Tears sprung in his eyes.

"Look at it, it wants to cry." Pitch sneered at him. It only made it worse, as more tears threatened to spill over. "Oh you're so adorable. Now I remember why I kept you for all those years. I'm kind of tempted to bring you home now. I don't know maybe if I'm in a good mood I won't punish you for having left me. Imagine all the fun we could have?"

This time a couple of stray tears cascaded down his cheeks. It left wet trails as they dripped off his cheek and onto the sheets. The hand that was on his hair loosened and left his head. Instead a delicate finger wiped off the tears from his face. His blue eyes widened and he looked at Pitch confused. What was he doing?

Pitch had a blank face as he spoke. "Now, now I don't need you crying and sobbing all over the place. Listen up because I'm only going to say this once. I'm leaving you here with the Guardians, only because it's part of my plan. I don't need you to get all attached to them. I can tell that rabbit is quite insistent. Which brings me to this next part. I don't need anything to ruin my plans, especially you." Pitch's dark look was back and this time fiercer. He yanked him forward one hand clutching his shirt.

"If you say a single word about any of my other plans, anything, I'll make you regret ever being born. I'll make every day a torture. You'll be begging me to kill you. But I won't because I'll make you suffer. Just to make things fun I'll kill that little fairy right in front of you too." The words were whispered but they still held the same intensity, and coldness.

He swallowed and tried to stop himself from straight out sobbing. But like always his body betrayed him and he couldn't do anything to stop the tears from rolling down his face freely. His whole body started racking with fear. Even when Pitch's grip on his chin tightened he couldn't stop shaking. He knew that he was giving Pitch exactly what he wanted. Fear. Pitch loved to see him crying and shaking in fear.

He knew Pitch would do everything that he had threatened. He would make everyday a torture, and he would make him regret being born. Because he already regretted being born and everyday was a torture. The thing that truly made him want to cry and beg was Baby Tooth. He knew Pitch was heartless enough to actually kill her.

He couldn't risk anybody's life because of him. He wouldn't. Not if he could help it. It wasn't fair for her. She hadn't done anything wrong. She had only tried to reach out to him, to help him, and look where that had gotten her. Pitch was right. He only caused harm to others. Everybody was always getting hurt or affected because of him. He shouldn't have interacted with her. Pitch had even warned him. Now she was in danger because of his selfishness.

Pitch observed him for a moment. Before a knowing smile spread across his face. That always creeped him out. He always smiled in a way that made him feel like Pitch knew something that he didn't.

"Do you understand? It wouldn't be anybody's fault but yours. She didn't have anything to do with this, her only mistake was communicating with you." Pitch made a disappointing noise. "Do you see what happens because of you? It's all your fault. See what you make me do?"

His shoulders jerked up as a small sob tore its way from his throat. "I-I won't say anything. I promise! Please d-don't hurt her!" The child begged. His blue eyes were staring at Pitch's. The desperation that swirled behind his eyes were reflected in Pitch's eyes.

Pitch cooed as he stroked his head. "Oh but there's no need to sound so desperate. It'll be alright as long as you keep quiet." Pitch confused him even more as he leaned forward bringing him closer to his chest. Almost like Bunny had done, but there was something different about this. Something darker. It didn't feel right. There was no, love?

"Hush now child. We don't want anybody outside hearing." Pitch brought his arms up and wrapped them around his delicate frame.

Now he was even more confused, and alarmed. Why was he hugging him? Pitch had never done this. He had seen him beyond mad, frustrated, sad even but he had never done this. His vision was blocked as his head was pushed against Pitch's shoulder. It wasn't until Pitch's hold on him started to get tighter that he realized what he was doing. He brought his arms up desperately trying to push him away.

"Shh." Pitch shushed him, but his hold on him tightened even more. Jack's own attempts became even more desperate. He was being suffocated.

His breathing got even shorter as his chest was squished. Even with the medicine he was starting to feel the pain from his chest. That couldn't be anything good for his health. He squirmed even more as he tried to get out of his hold. He was being squished so tight that he was sure if it hadn't been for the medicine he would have been screaming at the top of his lungs in pain. Pitch seemed to realize his desperation and tightened his hold even more until he could no longer breathe.

His struggles were in vain as Pitch didn't even seem to notice his attempts at getting free. His vision clouded and black dots checkered his vision. He was sure he would black out any second now.

"P-Pitch." The rest of what he meant to say was stopped as he lost what little air he had. The word came out slurred and in a whisper. It was loud enough however to reach Pitch's ear.

"Don't worry you won't know what happened to you when you wake up. I just need you to go to sleep. I can't have you awake for what I'm going to do." Pitch smothered his face even more into his shoulder. Confusion, and panic was started to develop but he was too far gone to do anything. The only thing that managed to cross his mind was a single thought.

What was he going to do?

The pain was starting to make its self-known. Spreading through his chest, but the pain was more intense at his side. Luckily he couldn't feel most of it now because he was blacking out. He had long ago closed his eyes. He was struggling to remain conscious but he was quickly losing the fight. His eyelids fluttered for a moment as he struggled to open them.

He was dimly aware that heard a loud crack but he wasn't sure as he started to lose conscious. A sharp pain went down the side of his chest. It overclouded his senses for a bit before he finally succumbed to the darkness.

His limp body sagged against Pitch's.

Yeah, another chapter! Poor Jack so confused about Pitch. Being so nice to him and then evil. Pitch can sure be a manipulating person. So what do you think Pitch is going to do….? Review and tell me what you think is going to happen. Oh and I've seen other authors ask their viewers if they would do art about their story. I finally gathered the courage to ask you guys. I was wondering, if anybody here liked to draw? I mean you don't have to, but if you want to I would love to see it!