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JELSA- cold comfort chapter 10

"Wake up Jack..."

Jack groaned and slightly opened his eyes. His head ached and vision blurred. He squinted his eyes, trying to focus them on who stood above him as he rested on the hard ground. He pulled his hand to the back of his head but immediately flinched and pulled away at the painful sting he felt when he touched it.

He could feel blood on his hand from his head. Jack was too stunned and weak to react or panic. Instead, he closed his eyes again and to ignore the pain. He could still hear the voice calling out to him. Demanding he pick himself up.

"Fine. Maybe this will trigger you." The voice deeply growled and placed it's foot on his chest.

Jack opened his eyes and let out a high pitched cry as he felt someone brutally stomp on his chest. He clutched his fists and arched his back. The inside of his chest burned, as if something had broken.

"Oh Good, you're awake." The figure removed his foot from his chest and looked down at the incapacitated Jack Frost, lying on the cold hard ground in deep pain. His cries of agony were like music to his ears.

Jack looked straight up and the figure. His vision still blurred and his head still spun around, but he knew who it was. Pitch Black once again.

Pitch remained staring at him, defenseless on the ground. He had always dreamed of this sight. Watching his own enemy fade at his mercy.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this Jack." He roared.

Jack tried to use whatever strength he could draw from his weak and broken body. He managed to flip himself over onto his stomach and tried to use his arms to crawl away. Doing his hurt even more, but what choice did he have?

The Boogeyman was only even more amused to see him pathetically try to escape. He took his foot again and stomped on Jack's hand as he reached out again, trying to pull his body away.

He let out another painful shriek as Pitch crushed his left hand.

"Where do you think you're going?" He howled and kicked him in the ribs, pushing him back on his back. A small puddle began to form under Jack's head.

He tried his best to keep quiet. He didn't want to give that monster the joy of seeing him in so much pain and misery. He bit his lip and flexed his body.

His mouth tried to form words, but he couldn't. He remained on the ground, panting and trembling.

Pitch got lower and grabbed a fistful of his brown hair and picked up his head. A smirk crept across his face and he forcefully threw his scalp back on the ground. Jack let out another small cry at his action.

Jack managed to breath out a few words. "Where's... Elsa...?" He glared at him.

"Oh I don't know... But don't worry Jack, she'll get her's after him done here with you." He threatened and looked at him with his evil yellow eyes. His scowl was like blades piercing you skin. Unavoidable.

Jack face grew angry and serious. No sign of pain, just hatred towards his enemy.

"Don't you DARE go after her!" He yelled. His right hand turned back into a fist while his other hand bleed and shook from being crushed under his boot.

Pitch laughed a little and then punched Jack's shoulder playfully, yet also intending to cause more bruises and begs. Jack just flinched his body for a second and concealed his yelps and tears.

Pitched picked himself back up and spoke. "I don't need to come after her. She'll come to you." He smirked and kicked his knee. He grew unsatisfied with Jack's resistance and silence.