Finn is alive. That's all he knows. He's only alive. That's all he is. The pain reminds him constantly of that. Burning, scraping, agonizing, taunting him. It tempts him to cross over into the light that he has seen far far in the distance times before. It tempts him to run towards it. It tempts him towards death.

It tells him that being alive is no good anymore. It ruins life. It destroys it. It pulls it under into the depths and holds it there, never letting go.

That's when it starts. The smooth warm feeling, soaking into his shredded flesh. It surrounds him, soothing and comforting him, like a giant hug, but the hug is too tight. He feels the pressure on his shoulders, the same. The same smooth feeling. It's all the same.

Terror bubbles inside of Finn, it steams through his veins, twisting in inhuman ways. He can't take it. It's too much. The pressure builds, his brain feeling as if someone were trying to stuff cotton into it. He has to get out of this, he has to escape, he can't take it.

Finn doesn't care. He forces open his eyes, trying to escape the terror of his own mind. A raw, shredded scream erupts from his throat.

Water. He sees water. Water. Water. Water.

Then it starts.

Finn struggles helplessly against the chains binding him. It's hopeless. All he can do is lay there on the floor, waiting for the next torture to come his way. Blood drips down his back, oozing out of the mangled flesh.

Horrid shouts fill the air around the keeper, as Overtakers watch in delight, awaiting for his screams to ring through the night.

All the leader can do is lay there as the terror twists inside of him, eating away at him slowly. Slowly eating away at his hope, the only thing he can hold onto. Hope. It's the one thing they can't take away. They can only break it down, but they can't take it, they can't destroy it, only hurt it. Right?

So many things, so many times they had chipped away at his hope, only breaking the pieces off, forgetting to sweep them away, but he doesn't have enough glue to put them back together. There's not enough glue in the world to do that. Nothing can rebuild hope. Nothing.

That's when it hits him.

A wet tight pressure forms around his shackled angles. A ragged scream rages out of Finn's dry throat as he is pulled with immense force into whatever lies behind him.

Water.

Water.

Water.

Dark, murky, thick. It surrounds him. Squirming, twisting, thrashing, anything the escape the hydrogen oxygen prison around him. His lungs burn, his muscles ache, his back torso, and calve burn as if hot coals were being wedged within them. Finn snaps his head down to try to get a glimpse of the thing pulling him deeper, deeper, deeper into the liquid. A black smooth rope is tightly looped around his ankles, below that, all the keeper can see is black.

Air. Finn needs air, now. Lungs burning, mouth aching. Air. He needs it now.

Bubbles rise to the surface around him. The captive leader watches as they float, desperately wanting to take them all in.

Hope. It floats away from him like the bubbles around him. It rises too quickly for him to reach for it, chains of pain restrain him from grasping out, as if to catch the tip of one.

Piece stays within him, but it's not enough, it's too hurt, too broken to be of use. It's pieces can't be glued. It can't be fixed, it will always be broken, always and forever.

Finn's lungs burns, his head feeling as if someone had dumped a bag of sand into it.

Deeper, deeper, deeper.

Darkness slowly closes around him.

"Oh poor, poor deary, it's a shame we had to destroy such a pretty face." A woman's voice says through the water. Finn snaps his head around in the murky darkness, trying to find the source of the sound in his last seconds of consciousness.

A face suddenly appears in front of the boy. Skin a sickening grey-purple, wrinkles lining it. Hair white, stuck up straight on her head, swaying in the water. A wicked smile forms on her face, red lips curling horridly.

The keeper's eyes widen in terror, a scream erupting inside of him, air bubbles bubbling out of his nostrils.

Ursula.

"Say goodbye child, this may be the last time you see the world for all you know..."

A maniacal laugh bursts forth from her lips. It rings through the water around the boy.

Slowly, darkness surrounds Finn, the world disappearing from him, slipping out of his grasps, rising to the surface like an air bubble, just too far away from his grasp.

Okay this is officially the last chapter written by Maleficent. Now it is my turn. The next chapter will be the first one written by me for this story. It will have Famanda in it. I am sure you will enjoy it as much as you had enjoyed Maleficent's chapters.

Finally I get to say, see you next update!

From your favorite Fanguy and Fangal

Jacob/Hades/Sonicphantom47 and Mary/Maleficent/Hendemar2000

(All credit goes to Hendemar2000)