My Demonic Beauty (Jackunzel) [Editing]

My Demonic Beauty (17)

Rapunzel

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I am going to fight Willow. 

A woman who is a few years older than me, skilled in combat, and wants my head on a stick. She has muscle, she's obviously smart in combat.

And here I am, a scrawny seventeen year old who has little training in combat. I used to use my powers for everything, but for all I know, they're gone. I coughed up black water. That was my power, at least I think it was.

I'm going to be killed all because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

God help me.

Willow rubs her wrists. I shift my weight in position. Who knows when she'll strike, she's crazy. I glance over at Jack. He doesn't look at me. He backs up, hovering a little bit off of the ground as he does so. His gaze is set on the ground. I don't want him to feel bad, it's my decision to fight Willow. I don't want him to feel guilty.

Willow sinks low into her knees. She keeps her eyes on me, and I have to admit it, her look is terrifying. She doesn't smile now. Her hair was pulled into a braid, but now bits and pieces of it fall out and hang in her face. Now, and only now, do I get a good look of Willow. She has a strong set jaw, flawless skin. She has fierce grey eyes, like silver.

She comes at me, darting with such speed I'm dazed for a second. She tackles me to the ground. She sets all of her weight on me and pins me to the ground. Her knees dig into my wrists. I squirm underneath of her. My legs kick frantically in the air, trying to dig into the ground so I can heave her off of me. I can't get a good hold, and so Willow starts laughing.

"You're cute, I have to admit that," Willow says. She turns her knee deeper. I yelp out loud. "I can see why Jack chose you."

I look straight into her eyes. I can't let her get to me emotionally, not that she can. My legs finally catch a good grip and I lift them up, trying to use my toes to pull her off. Somehow, she sees this trick and stands up. She grabs me by my dress collar and pulls me close to her face. Her breathing is rigged, probably from anger.

"You're going to die, little girl." She chuckles. "And Jack will finally be mine."

Why in the Hell can I not blast black sand in her face?!

I'm getting frustrated now. She throws me onto the ground. I don't stop to groan from pain, I bite my tongue and stand up. I keep trying to blast sand, but nothing comes. I don't feel the power in my veins anymore, not like I used to. Willow comes at me, but I run to a tree and kick it, elevating me into the air. Okay, so maybe I have training in gymnastics. Not a big advantage in a fight.

I land behind Willow. She somehow found her knife that sliced through my arm. My blood still stains it. Willow crouches down like an animal. The knife in her hand swings a little before she grabs it and doesn't let go. Again I try to find that surge of power but there's nothing there. It's gone.

I stand straight and tall as she, again, runs after me. I don't move. I close my eyes, inhale, and focus on my Nightmare at home, Dunkelheit, which means darkness in German. She is my personal Nightmare, no one uses her. Or did Pitch kill her off? She couldn't, she's mine.

I open my eyes and Willow is coming fast. I have to think of something, and I do. I grab her wrist and twist the knife out of her hand. She leans back and tries to kick me, but I dodge her leg. I swipe the knife up and take a few steps back. Willow stands tall. She grins.

"What are you gonna do? You don't have your sand anymore."

"How did you-"

"Because, I have your sand now."