AN: ahh I am sorry again, work is slowing down but barely! xD Don't hate me! x3 I hope you enjoy!

"You have to save him! You'll save him right!"

"We'll do our best Jamie, but he had the advantage and now with Jack, we have to come up with a better plan-"

"Yeah just like this one? It worked out so well!" Jamie yelled at the guardians, who all looked ashamed of themselves.

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Jack gasped for air, however he wasn't underwater. The feeling of being suffocated was painfully chocking him.

"Just relax Jack, the sooner you give in the sooner the pain will all go away"

Jack took another quick breath in, and when he was able to release it, a scream fell through.

"NO Pitch, stop!" Jack pulled at his arms and swung them. There was darkness all around and he saw nothing but it felt like Pitch was right there, in front of him, chocking the life out of him.

"I haven't even started yet" Pitch's voice cracked with a smile. Jack blink and in an instant he was in Pitch's cave-home, if he even called it that, standing a few feet from Pitch himself, painting, like he had just ran a mile.

"I can't take your nightmare dust as a human you know that!" Jack backed up fast as Pitch started towards him.

"I know, but you did so well, I believed in you Jack." His eyes were small from the wicked smile he wore on his face. He reached out and grabbed Jack's neck and pulled him close, so he was only inches away.

"Jack I told you, we'd make a great team, I still believe that. The boogieman and Jack Frost, if used properly your powers could be wonderful. Jack can't you see that." His eyes wondered Jacks face for an expression, as he thought of the possibilities of Jack working for him. He could send the world into an everlasting, frozen wasteland with nightmares running a-muck.

"Oh Jack what we could accomplish together…why can't you understand that?" His eyes bored into Jack large brown eyes.

"No Pitch you don't understand, I'm not evil, and I don't do bad things!"

"You think people are happy to have snow and frost?! You're hated just as much as I am. So you win a few kids over with snow days." Pitch growled, "You're a child yourself Jack, who hasn't yet discovered his true nature yet, that's why I'm here." He leaned closer and Jack's reaction was to jerk his head back.

Pitch smiled, "I need you Jack." His lips hovered over Jack's. Being human, his heart was racing and Pitch could feel it beating a hundred miles a minuet. Jack tried to turn his head away but Pitch only tightened his grip on his neck, making him winch from the pain.

"Jack, relax." Jack opened his mouth slightly in discomfort as Pitch's lips touched Jacks, but not as softly as you'd think. The kiss, nothing romantic or kind about it, it was forceful and bitter. He bit Jack's lip, which caused him to pull out of the nightmare and gasp. He needed air more often than Pitch did, he had forgotten how fragile humans where, really, up this close.

Jack's face was red and he had a discomforting expression on it.

"It's not the first I've taken from you." He winked, even though Jack wouldn't remember CPR, if that even counted as a 'kiss'. Jack's eyes were wide, full of terror, his arms where against Pitch's chest, shoving him away.

"Do you remember when you learned about me, about what it used to be like? Before the Guardians where called in? Do you have any idea what it's like to be believed in then have it all ripped away because the man in the moon was afraid, even though I was simply doing the job he had assigned to me!" Pitch turned with Jack and picked him up by the neck then threw him a few feet. Jack landed on the ground with an 'oft' and coughed rolling onto his back, looking up at Pitch, who was now standing over him.

"Then when I was ready again, when I finally became strong enough, he sends you in…little Jack Frost, who had no clue what he was getting himself into…was it worth it Jack? You lost your family, your humanity, and the chance to have a better life all because the man in the moon chose you, for what, to do something bigger with your immortal life?"

He bent down to Jack's level and grabbed his chin. He glared up at him but Pitch only stared at him, expressionless. "Does it make you angry? You may have beaten me but look where it's gotten you…dead." His lips curled up in the corner. He held his closed hand out, palm down and slowly turned it upright-palm up and opened it. A small marble, or what looked like it, sat in the center of his hand. "Your powers are in the palm of my hand…literally." He removed his hand from Jack's chin and stood standing back and reliving something similar in his the other hand. He held them both out towards Jack.

"One is your true powers…the other is a copy, fill with darkness. Take the right one and you'll have your powers back and you can destroy the boogieman…choose incorrectly and you'll be my slave." He chuckled as Jack stood slowly looking between the two. They looked identical, though one was calling to him more than the other. Was it that simple? Were his powers that enthusiastic to get back to him? Or was it the darkness calling out of him?

"Just like that?" Jack's voice was small and became drown out by Pitch's laughter, "You think it's that easy? Then pick. If it were 'just like that' we wouldn't be having this conversation now would we?" His smile widened and he gestured them both towards him, "pick then if you think you know."

Jack stared. It could be a trick, both of them could be 'tainted' or there could be a sliver of good in Pitch that he's telling the truth, but was Jack willing to risk his life on that?

"How do I know-"

"I'm not lying? You don't, so you either pick or I pick for you." He started walking towards him. Jack started backing up until he hit the rock wall behind him. His hands flattened against it.

"You don't have to do this, you've already won-." Pitch stopped in front of him and cleared his throat, "Can't I enjoy a little fun every now and again? I know I've won Jack-that was the plan all along, this just happens to be my bonus." He smiled, "Choose."

Jack looked at him, then to each orb in his hand. He shook his head and looked back at Pitch who happily lowered one arm and steeped towards Jack, raising that same arm, which was now empty and grabbing Jack's shoulder, shoving him harder again the wall. "I guess it's my choice then." He chuckled and put his other hand to Jack's chest shoving the power orb into his body.

"Nonono-wait!" Jack grabbed Pitch's arm that was resting on his chest and let out a painful cry, Jack pulled his head forward then slammed it back against the rocks. There was a loud crack, which was Pitch's own hand being forced against the rocks instead of Jack's head. He had moved his hand from Jack's shoulder quickly. Pitch's hand was fine; there was more damage to the stones, now a small crater where Jack's head now rested against Pitch's hand.

"Does it hurt so bad you want to knock yourself out? Good. This is just the beginning. Don't you feel it Jack, moving through your blood." He moved the hand from Jack's chest to his neck, and light traced his jaw. "Relax and just let it take over Jack, it will be so much simpler that way." Jack let out another blood curdling yell, which echoed though the dark cavern.

I try and update sooner again (though I've said that before ;^;) Thank for all your support of this fic though guys really!