Pitch's new puppet

His Taking

Bunny stood out in the palace with a concerned look as he scoped the snowy land in front of him. north had joined him, but none of them saying a word. Tooth and Sandy were inside by the food area, digging into the chocolate covered strawberries.

    "Poor Jack," North finally said. "He has been through so much since he joined us. Do you think ve caused 'tis?" He asks Bunny.

     Bunny shivered under the cold breeze. "I don't know," Bunny says, glancing up at North. "We could've."

     "I hope not."

    "Yeah, me too." Bunny said. "Me too."

~~~~~~~~~Jack~~~~~~~~~

     The lash came down again, but Jack was too blind to see where the lashes were coming from. His screams no longer coming out loud and clear. The room seemed to be sound proof from all the Nightmare sand. His back covered in deep gashes. Another slammed down, but this time on his ancle. That one came from the right. He scrambled on the ground, tears flowing in his weak state.

    "Pitch..." He says lowly.

   "All I wanted was you by my side. I mean first I did, then those dammed guardians got in my way!" Pitch slashed one down on Jacks back with frustration. Jack screamed but slowly stopped over the pain. "So, I guess I am gonna have to kill you. Or at least make you disappear. But I am doing it painfully. Not to make you suffer, but to make the guardians suffer." He slashed down, blood flinging on Pitch's cheeks.

    Jack felt his breathing slowing down. His energy dying faster as he tried to crawl away. The darkness started clearing a bit but his vision was blurring. Jack gripped the floor near him, but all he felt was thick liquid. He coughed.

   Pitch lifted Jack's head and smiled at him. "Good night Frost. I hope to meet again. But... I doubt it." He laughed, dropping Jack's head into some blood on the ground. Jack gasped, every breath hurting his back. He heard the window open and the darkness of the room disappear. Jack lied there for a couple more seconds before outstretching his hand to crawl towards the door. His back felt like it was stung by a thousand bees and stabbed by a hundred knives. He slowly made his way to the door. With all his strength he knocked on the door loudly. After the knock, his arm fell to the ground. His body wasnt moving at all. His breathing barely noticible.