Believe in Me

Hellfire

I need to apologize. I said I'd update four days ago and broke my word, something I hate doing. I'm really really sorry.. I got sick and had a lot of issues going on that I had to fix, wasn't too focused on the story until I realized how long it had been since I had last updated. I'm a little blocked in writing, I want Jack torture like I said I'd give, but I'm not too good at that I dont think... but I'm still gonna try. Please review, and again, I'm so sorry for taking so long. 

Flames.. burning fire. Licking at his exposed skin, corroding the flesh and melting the clothes on his screaming legs.. Jack clawed at the walls surrounding but there was no escape from this hell, this torture, these flames.. he screamed and all that replied were laughs, laughs that sounded too sadistically familiar for the man they had to come from. Just die already. Oh how he wanted to. How death suddenly seemed so amazing.. but it wasn't coming, just this agonizing pain, all too real. You're not needed anyways. Was this true..? The guardians weren't here to save him from these flames, they didn't  care did they.. he was alone to die in this near enternal feeling hell, screaming with no reply of help, of caring, just cackles of evil pure demonic laughter.. His eyes shut tightly to try and stop the burning... and it worked. As the blue irises blinked back to sight in confusion, the scene was completely different. Jack was laying on the floor, soaked down in sweat and fresh marks on his skin from his nails digging into his arms. The pain was gone but he still felt a slight tingle from where he thought the fire was.. he was chained, his arms behind his back, his feet to each other's sides. The neck restraint wasn't necessary anymore apparentally because it hung useless off to the side.. with both relief and a little disheartening feeling, Jack wondered if Pitch maybe thought he was too weak for that.. Talk like that and you're already gone. With a small sigh he nodded, agreeing. Wasn't he the spirit of fun and positivity? He couldnt give in this easily. But the memory of that fire, the knowing that escaping from this place yet again had such little chance.. it burned at his heart so similarly to the flames that had burnt at his skin in his nightmare. 

As he tried to calm down, his ears suddenly detected the unwanted noise.. the door creaking open and clicking footsteps against the cold hard floors. Pitch.. here to see him broken after that. But Jack refused to back down like that, holding his head up and narrowing his eyes in a determined glance. "I see you're awake." Pitch's smirk seemed to fade as he noticed the all too confident look on the winter spirit's face. Why wasn't he in tears..? Begging to be released..? He WAS an ice spirit.. shouldn't he be afraid of fire? Oh well, one mistake, who cared? Pitch would win anyways. Break this spirit until he begged to be spared if the nightmare king so much as touched him. The thought brought the smile back to Pitch's face. "What, was that not scary enough for you?" After a few seconds of no reply, he squatted down in front of the figure who was still sitting on the ground. "You will answer me Jack.." his voice was quieter but more demanding. After a second of those awfully strong eyes glaring back at him, he stood and turned away. "Reality has never been one of my strong suits.. you can go to the reaper for that. But a few of those dreams I can make real.. maybe you need a dose of reality. See what you've gotten yourself and the others into, yes?" The bright blue eyes looked puzzled yet nervous now, pale hands closing at his sides, no doubt tightening where his staff would be if Pitch hadn't taken it. The nightmare king gave a small chuckle as the boy finally caught on. Leaving to the far corner of the room, Pitch returned with a small bottle of some sort of clearish fluid and something.. a lighter.. a lighter. Fluids and a lighter.. He counted the seconds it took for the teen to realize and laughed at the expression the boy made when he did. "Yes, Jack.. isn't reality beautiful? Maybe you're old enough to expirience it for yourself now." And with that, The winter spirit felt a cool liquid trickling down his legs and only his legs. It felt like water just... different. Cool, not firey. But that would change as the flame flickered up and Pitch lowered it with a hesitation of excitement to the puddle forming at the base of Jack's feet.