Pitch's new puppet

Pitch's Plan

Pacing the room with not a thought in mind but those stupid guardians. Pitch plopped onto the rocky throne with his legs crossing. He bit his nails in anger to the thought of loosing his most precious nightmare. His mind feeling like it literally might explode to the thought of never having Frost by his side. Maybe if I kill him or make him disappear, no one can have him on their side. Pitch thought to himself.

    With his twisted mind he ran to the back of the lair, opening a small wooden door. Pulling the handle back, he entered into a smaller room with a beat-up oaked chair in the middle and a small plastic pin on the floor. He turned to the black drawer on the right hand side of the room and opened it. Inside he found what he was looking for. A long black whip with large knots at the end of it. He smiled, reaching for the handle. He kissed the whip before exiting and closing the door behind him. A smile stretched his face so wide he couldn't feel his cheeks. He needed to either steal Jack away or convince him to come to him. Just so he can whip the shit out of him and get some of that Murderous Jack back.

~~~~~~~North Palace~~~~~~~~

   "So that's what happened?" I asked Bunny.

    "Yes," he said. "That's all I have for you."

     I nod, unaware that I had been listening to this for 20 minutes. I know its for my lost memories but still, it did seem like I was any use to them. I just wanted to go to that lake and see if any memories can get to me.

    Jack. I heard loud and clear in my head. The voice was male and English with a mellow tone. I perked my head up and stared out the window. Maybe that call is my answer.

    "Jack, we also have these. It will help to gain your memories." Tooth said, planting a gold tube in my hand. I look at it and then back at them.

   "Can I be left alone for this?" I asked.

    They nodded, all of them piling out at once. Bunny gripped the door handle turning around to me. "If you need us holler," he says. "We will be out here."

    I nod, locking the door after he left. Making my way to the bed, I took a deep breath. Wow, what a day. First I find out that I'm some kind of guardian, and that I know these four. I wonder why I don't feel like myself anymore. I mean, who was I?

   I plopped back, lying down on the bed with my eyes at the ceiling. I lifted the tube and rubbed my thumb over it. My mind instantly ran into another place. A boy with brown hair was leaving the house with a much younger girl.
   "Jack! Let's go have fun!" The girl said, tugging on.. My sleeve. That guy was me.
   "Haha, don't worry Emma!" I say back to her.
   The memory raced to already on the lake. The ice was slowly cracking under her feet. My heart racing with fear. My body shaking but I had to be strong.
   "Jack!" She shouted, her voice shaking with both pain and fear.
   I lifted my hands to calm her. "Its okay," I say. "No one is gonna get hurt. I promise."
   "Your lying." She said.
   "When have I ever lied, Em?" I asked.
    The ice cracked sadly under her. I smiled. "I have an idea," I say. "Let's play a game." I say.
    Emma looked up, sniffling. "A game?" She asked.
    I nodded." A game, here I will go first." I took a step towards the stick, the ice cracking under me. Carefully, but fast I grabbed the stick next to me. I nodded at Emma who took a deep breath and started towards me. Each step was a step closer to breaking and falling into the ice cold water. I leaped forward, grabbing her and switching places. I stood, laughing.
   "See!" I say. She looked up with the brightest smile.
   That's when the ice cracked under me, sending me into the water. Every muscle of mine tensing to the coldness. I remembered looking up to see Emma's shadow kneeling near the cracked ice. She had tears and her mouth was wide open as if calling out to me. My eyes closed.
    My mind clears up, making me jump up onto my feet. The room was dark and yellow. My heavy breathing continueing. My lungs burning. My heart feeling like it was closing up on me. My sweat gleaming on my forehead. I looked around in the dark room, seeing no light. Just the darkness of yellow. I felt a white hot lash on my back. Making me scream as I fell to my knees. I panicked, my mind filled with my pain.

    "Hello Jack," I heard in the darkness. "I guess you can say this is a rude awakening."

   Pitch stepped into the small light that shone in the room. He chuckled.