Repressed (The second book in the Memories series)

Not again .....

Just a little shout-out. I have been reading a book lately called The Man With The Yellow Eyes, by Sparkclifford. So, long story short - she has short-circuited my brain with her amazing words, and then threw some water on my already fizzling brain for good measure. If you're reading this now Sparkclifford, I loved your book, ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT! But you killed me at the end there, It was sooooo sad! Hence the reason my brain is now fried. Thankfully I can still update though! Check this gurl out though! She's amazing, literally a superhuman, she's got like 28 books or something. Back to MY work now though.

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The now invisible Jack turned to North with the whimsical look still plastered on his face.

"Jack, so I'm guessing you remember now.... right?" North asked cautiously.

Jack suddenly doubled over, clutching his middle with ferocity. Small sounds of pain escaped his pale lips, and his breathing quickened. Jack felt as though something that had been inside him for a long while was finally resurfacing. 

"Jack!" Tooth screamed as she rushed to his side.

Jack, not being able to control his own limbs brought his hand up quickly. Just in time to slap Tooth in her delicate face. 

Tooth backed away, clutching her cheek as she stared at Jack with a look of utter betrayal. 

Jack swiveled until he was facing the pair of guardians before him. Jack was trying to reclaim his body from the monster hidden within. It was taking all he had not to rush toward North and Tooth, and kill them in the small hospital room. 

"Jack?" Tooth asked, her voice laced with fear.  

Jack raised his head to the frail guardian cowering before him. Tooth watched with horror as he lifted his head, to see an eye gold as a coin replacing the one blue as the sky on Jack's right eye.

"Jack is gone." A raspy voice said from within the boy that stood before them.

Jack's face was still twisted in concentration and pain as he uttered the horrible words. 

A terrible gut-wrenching laugh filled the room, emitting from the frail boy fighting in the center of the room.

"Oh Jack, You've had me locked away for far too long. I will not stand to be another one of your repressed memories anymore." He finished with a sinister chuckle.

"Pitch?" Tooth squeaked in question.

"No, I am something far worse. I am ... Bane." He announced.

The guardians frowned at the name he proclaimed for himself. It was very unlike Pitch to make such a simple name, but the guardians shrugged the question off with ease. 

"But, Jack's still in there. Correct?" North stepped forward.

"Yes cow, are you dumb? If I had this entire body I wouldn't still have this damn blue eye!" Bane yelled.

"Jack! You have to fight! You can't let him beat you! You're stronger than he is!" North rallied.

"Are you quite sure about that co-" Bane started, but was cut off as he doubled over once more.

Strange sputtering noises emitted from the snowy-haired boy as he shifted his hands to clutch his head. Jack/Bane rose up once more, shuttering from something to which the guardians had no idea.

"Find ... The others," Jack struggled to choke out, "Pitch, he's planning something ..... something ... big-" 

Jack leaned over to spit some blood from his icy lips before beginning his shaky speech again.

"Don't .... trust me. Could ..... be Bane. Just ...... get him ..... out!" Jack finished with immense difficulty, before collapsing onto the concrete floor with a dull thud.