A/N: I couldn't help but not publish this chapter. I was gonna wait, but this chapter was just too good. Let me know what you think!

Present time

Pitch dismounted his horse slowly, never taking his eyes off Jack. His mind running with thoughts and questions. But the only thing Pitch noticed was the dark, angry, bottomless blue eyes that were filled with hatred and rage. Jack had changed his Jacket into another blue one. Jamie had taken one of his dads Jacket to give to Jack.

    "So, you seemed to have recovered nicely in 4 days." Pitch said, his hands behind his back.

    Jack chuckled. "Oh you have no idea," he said bitterly.

    Pitch cleared his throat, feeling his insides become tingly. The only good thing that Pitch saw out of this, was the fact that the guardians were not here to back Jack up.

    Jack twirled his staff in his hand, pointing it at Pitch. "Let's fight dammit." He shouted.

    "Where are the guardians?" Pitch asked.

    "Oh they sent me ahead." Jack actually left without telling them, he wanted to torture Pitch by himself, his eyes filled with hatred.

   Pitch chuckled, taking a giant step left, he threw nightmare sand at Jack who dodged easily. Jack sent an icicle at  Pitch who was too slow. It grazed his arm. He grunted. Pitch jumped on a horse and hurried to command the other nightmares onto Jack. Jack flung an Ice storm at them, jumping closer to Pitch. Pitch threw a giant spear at Jack. Jack jumped left, but it still cut his thigh.

    Jack held the wound, growling like a hungry gray wolf. He jumped up, throwing a slice of snow and ice mixed at Pitch. He didn't have time to react. The storm threw him practically in front of Jack. Jack saw as he struggled away from him.

   Jack bent down, gripping Pitches jacket he punched Pitch in the face. He punched again, again again and again, not stopping. He screamed in frustration, grabbing his stick, Jack stood up seeing Pitch coughing up blood, gasping for air. Jack brought his staff down, colliding with Pitches back. Pitch screamed.

    Jack's laughed like a maniac, slashing his staff down on Pitch who was crawling away. Blood came up on Jack's face. His body shivered with the torturing feeling. This feeling overwhelming him. He brought his staff down again. Jack lifted the staff, just when Pitch turned. Pitch gasped through painful lungs. He looked up at Jack. His body bleeding.

    "Jack," he coughed. "Stop!"

Jack heard the call but his mind was blank. Jack brought the staff down on Pitch's legs.

  Just then, Jack's eyes flashed red.