My Demonic Beauty (Jackunzel) [Editing]

My Demonic Beauty (25)

Rapunzel

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He pushes back with more force. His black sand digs itself into my light, creating rips into the beautiful gold. I pull back and so does he. He has this smug grin on his gray face. Ugh. I whip my hair back, crouch down low, and then sprint at him. I swing my arm forehead, sending a wave of light at him. It's like I'm throwing a ball at him, but Pitch deflects it. I skid to stop myself.

"You can never win, Rapunzel."

I don't pay any mind to him. Then he starts throwing nightmare sand at me. I'm like lightening on my feet. I dodge each crash, doing a back flip one time. I don't waste another moment after he's done, I blast magic light at him. It actually hits, he yelps in surprise and pain, holding his shoulder. Blood starts to seep through his fingers. He glares at me with his vicious golden eyes.

His good shoulder is thrown back. When he pulls it forward, there's a humongous black scythe in his hand. It rips through the air with pure fear. Nothing can harm it, at least Pitch hopes. He grins at me again, clearly thinking he has overpowered me in some way. However, he hasn't. I don't give any emotion back. I pull my hair forward. It looks just like hair in my hands. I can hear Pitch start to chuckle.

"Rapunzel, are you forgetting who I am? I'm your father. I know everything about you." He smirks at me slyly. "And your hair can't do much."

He starts to attack with his scythe, but I swing my hair toward it's blade. It catches and I pull, loosening the grip in Pitch's hands. With another tug, I shift my body weight to the side. The scythe soon flies from his hands, but then Pitch tangles his fingers into my hair and locks in. I squint at him as he grins back. Cheeky bastard.

"When are you going to give up? Jack is already dead, and if I remember the story right, Jack saves everyone. Not you. So you know that you've lost."

God why can't he just shut up?

"Because I loved him. And I loved you. And to think that I still do pains me. I love the monster who killed my father and almost killed me, who killed the only person I loved in a true light. I try to hate you so much but I can't."

His face doesn't change. He's still just staring at me. I grit my teeth, grab my hair, and yank it away from him. Quickly I whip my hair back and wrap it around his ankle. I pull and soon I'm towering over him. I look down at him with my eyes blazing in anger. Why won't he just go? Why can't I get rid of him?

He does one thing that catches me off guard. He says, "His name was Marcus."

Then he, he, digs a knife into his own chest. No one kills him. He does. And I find myself gasping out loud and grabbing his hand. The last bit of life stares up at me. His eyes turn brown, dark brown, and I know it's Aiden. He sort of smiles. I let my fingers graze his cheek and then he's gone. Just like that. Poof. Gone.

His blood pours as black. Not a surprise. I don't mourn over him. I just stand up straight and turn around. Willow is sitting up, stretching her arms and legs out in front of her. She's not looking at me, just her limbs. It's like she doesn't want to look at me. I frown to myself and start to walk over to Jack's body. I sit on my knees next to him and stare down at his sleeping form.

He looks so peaceful. I don't know if I could ever bring him back but I don't cry. I kind of smile. He doesn't have to worry about me anymore. He can rest so easy now. He can be in peace. I brush his white bangs out of his eyes. I'll never see those beautiful blue eyes ever again. I'll never hug him either. Don't cry. No tears. With the hard lump in my throat, I slowly brush my fingers through his hair. It's so soft. I'm so mesmerized by it that I didn't hear Willow walk behind me.

"Could you bring him back?"

"I don't know."

"... could you try?"

I nod. I might as well. Shifting around, I grab a huge lump of my hair. I glance up at Willow. She's holding one of her arms with the othwr, biting her lip and staring down at Jack. I turn back around and wrap the hair around both of his arms. I also wrap one layer around his chest. I take in a deep breath and begin.

"Flower, gleam and glow..." I can't continue. I don't know what's going to happen, but then I remember Willow. She's believing in me to do so. I close my eyes. "Let your powers shine."

I can hear Willow singing along behind me, only being a second or two late.

"Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine. Heal what has been hurt. Change the Fate's design. Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine--"

"What once was mine," Willow finishes. We wait. We stare. And nothing happens. I can feel the lump grow and I try not to cry. Don't cry. No tears. But nothing happens.

Again I close my eyes and stand up, grabbing my dress. Jack's not coming back. He's gone. I lost him. I want to break down. I want to scream until I can't. But I don't. As much as this hole in my chest has grown, I don't. I contain it all in. Maybe I need to learn from this. No, why would I say that? I bite the inside of my cheek, drawing blood after a moment. The blood swirls around in my mouth and I use this as a distraction. Willow inhales behind me. Maybe she's trying not to cry either. I wouldn't blame her really.

Suddenly, someone picks me up and spins me around. What the hell? I open my eyes only to see the world spin in all directions. Willow's yelling something. Who the hell is this? The spinning goes on for moments before I'm set back onto the ground. My vision is blurred but I can see Willow hugging someone. It's all so blurry. However when my vision readjusts, I nearly cry.

It's Jack. He's smiling. He's breathing. He's hugging Willow and crying and weeping alongside with her. He's squeezing her, digging his face into her shoulder as she does the same. He's alive. He's alive.

Before I can stop myself, I push Willow away and hug Jack myself. I'm crying and holding onto Jack like he's going to leave me any minute. He's hugging back, but not like me. I look up at him, up into his beautiful blue eyes, and kiss him. My hands grip his collar. Holy shit. He's alive. My tears mix with our lips but fuck that. Jack's here. He's alive.

I pull away to breath and still can't stop crying. I'm smiling at him with tears. He only rests his forehead on mine, staring in my eyes lovingly. God I love him. I love him so so much.

"I told you I don't break promises."