*Hiccups P.O.V

I didn't know how to respond to the news about what was inside me. I felt weaker than usual and my throat hurt from the sand, but the only thing that was fresh on my mind was what Pitch asked me to do. Getting close to Jack and then breaking him. I couldn't do that, I was to nice, but my life and maybe the life of others was in stake.

After what seemed like 30 minutes of staying frozen on my knees after Pitch had left, I heard the door open behind me.

"I heard from North that you never came back in, I got a little worried." I heard from behind me. I glanced back seeing Jack leaning against the door with his staff.

I got up. "Oh its fine," I lost my balance from the jelly feel my legs gave off, making me fall onto my knees. Jack appeared at my side instantly.

"Woah what happened?" He asked me.

Without hesitation, I spoke," I think I am catching a cold. The cold air doesn't like me." I said.

Jack chuckled, throwing my hand over his shoulder, he helped me to my feet. I knew it was the effects of Pitch's sand, but I wasn't gonna say anything now that Pitch's threat lingers in my mind.

Jack opened the door and the warmth hit me. I felt my chest start to tighten but I didn't want to make it obvious. Jack brought me into the nearest room, opening the door he brought me to the bed. I felt babied and if it was one thing I hated was that I hated being babied. I sat down on the bed and softly shoved his hand off of me.

"I'm fine now, you can leave." I said.

Jack lifted his hands in surrender, retreating from the room. "If you need anything else, princess, just hollar." He said, slamming the door closed. I let out a sigh and took off my shoe and my jacket. I took off my jeans and had on my boxers and green shirt. I sluggishly slid into bed feeling a sharp pain in my chest grow intensely as I lie flat on my back. I gripped it, laying in a fetal position on my side. I grunted in pain, shoving my head under the blanket.

"Calm down stupid nightmare sand." I whispered. I felt it stab at my heart once more then stopped. Flwoly I removed my hand and felt the pain disappear. My head slowly came out of the blanket seeing the room was dark as usual. I sighed, straightening onto my back. I stared up until I felt my eyelids slowly closed. Then darkness came quickly.

Red was everywhere I looked, the room was filled with dark shadows and stoned ground. My hand dripping with something unexplainable. My eyes flashed to see a young boys blue eyes stare up at me, his hands on his side. Dark thick red liquid stained his hand. I felt a smile come across my face, my hand lifting up and I noticed a sword in my hand that dripped with blood.
I looked down, seeing my bare legs covered in blood. My pants missing. I heard a sinister laugh coming from my own throat. The boy looked up in horror.
"Please! Snap out of it!" The boy shouted.
"How can I stop now? I'm having to much fun with my new master. He has treated me so kindly," my voice said. The moonlight shone on the sword making my face shine into it. My eyes were bright red and my hair was black. Blood was strewn across my face and my smile was very murderous. I smirked at myself and lifted my knife at the boy. He crawled back into the moonlight, making me see his face clearly. The boy I was trying to kill, was Jack Frost.