Save me

Wounded, kidnapped, scared, beaten, thirsty, and hungry, Jack had finally lost hope. Assuming he never would see the snow again, the happy, worry less winter spirit we've all come to know and love is gone. Replaced by a shell filled with worry, pain, and worst of all brokenness.


4. Chapter Four

I woke up due to pain coursing through my body. My eyes shot open as soon as I felt cold ground beneath me, instead of my plush bed. I stood up quickly, even with my healing ability, my wound on my side was still pretty sore. I held my side as I looked around, recognizing my surroundings. I was in Pitches lair. I looked at the cages that once held thousands of Little Tooths, that now, were thankfully empty. I limped slightly to the end of the cage I was in to see it a few hundred feet in the air. I groaned and hit the bars, how could I let him beat me? How had I become so weak!?

"Pitch!" I called scanning the eery cave like lair, for the large form.

Almost instantly I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up, with my hand still on my side, I spun around. I came face to torso with my, as well as kidnapper. I pushed him away from me, and backed up until my back hit the bars which wasn't far. I watched as Pitch stumbled backward slightly but soon caught his balance. I felt fear gnaw inside if me as he straightened again and looked me dead in the eye.

He clicked his tongue and smirked at me. "Oh Jack. Sweet sweet Jack. Don't you know I can feel your fear?" I mentally kicked myself as NightMares surrounded the cage, and ran in circles, completely engulfing us in darkness. Frantically, I looked around for Pitch, as well as light. Desperate to get out. "I feel your anxiety rising." Pitch said right by my ear. I yelped slightly and jumped sideways. "You think you'd know how to control it, you know since you're a guardian."he taunted me as I looked around frantically for my staff. "Oh you're looking for your precious little staff are you?" He practically snarled. Me being the idiot I'am I looked up at him defiantly.

"Where is it." I spat.

In a second he was in front of me, with his hand on my throat and my feet dangling off the ground and gasping for air.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that. Understand?" He said deathly low. I felt myself start to get light headed as he crushed my windpipe. "I said do you understand!" He bellowed as he shook my almost life less body. I gave him a small nod, hoping he understood.

I felt my body being dropped as he let my throat go, I landed in a heap of limbs, gasping for breath. I saw Pitch crouch by my side out of the corner of my eyes. And winced as my arms gave out on me and I fell on my wounded side. Then felt myself being turned slightly so I was in my back. I looked up and saw Pitch with regret filled eyes, I stiffened as he traced the forming bruises of his finger prints on my throat, just barely touching my Adam's apple. His fingers trailed up my throat, to my jaw, then my cheek where he gently caressed. This whole time I just laid there holding my breath terrified for my life. I squeezed my eyes shut as he leaned down, but gasped as warm soft lips touched my forehead and lingered longer then they should of. I rolled away pulling my arms to my chest, then jumped up wincing because of my side.

"What do you want Pitch?" I said flabbergasted, and just stared at him my eyes open wide.

What looked like hurt crossed his face and then in a cloud of black smoke, he was gone. I stood there shocked, and disturbed a while longer, then slid down the bars pulling my knees to my chest. I was tired, hungry, hurt, and almost utterly powerless. Most of all, I was kidnapped, and I think my kidnapper likes me. Could my life get any worse?

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