The true bewitching hour.
Anything that was horribly done in that hour was an insult to God.
The ragdoll had a pleasurable smile upon her face, meaning that all went well. Jack had gotten up from the stone, cold wall that he was leaning on. The Doctor had awoken out of his slumber and snoring. They both looked up at the now approaching them Sally. Her long hair of an ebony crimson following her wherever she went. The pace of her walk, uneven because most of her heart was full of her love for Jack. And his sly, eye sockets of a jet black wonder watching her in a ponder of trust, and hope. His slick, black bat bow tie glimmered as if were about to fly off his pinstripe suit, as the Doctor didn't even notice something growing in each other for each other.
" Well, Sally, is Sora ok?"
" C'mon out,Sora!"
" Sally, are you sure? I mean, what if I'm not pretty enough or- "
" Trust me, you look fine.Now c'mon! Before Jack leaves without you!"
Out of the mysterious lab and down the curved stairs of stoned marble, came a very young girl. Her face with a few stitches as well as a bit of her arms and legs. She still had her ruby dark red cloak, only now it was draped over her left, slender arm. Her outfit that she had gone out in now revealed her true former self. Even behind the newly added stitches.
Her long, orange Halloween scarf was now a bit ripped at the bottom as it had a slit coming up it. She wore a black slim dress that was now torn at the elbows and cut open at above the lower area. The rest of the dress was also cut short in the front and in the back, it still hung to its knee length.
Yet remained torn and ripped.
Her leather black boots were a bit ripped as her legs revealed some more stitches but not too many. She still had her long hair, only now it was cut a shoulder length inch short.
" Well...what do you think? Jack?"
Jack began to walk up to her, his spidery skeleton arms spreading open by the moment. As his genuine grin grew, Sora' s eyes lost their lust of depression. It was replaced by something called love. Although she never experienced it as she had never done in her past, she began to feel it. Inside her, it was just a little green sprout. But she acknowledge that someday it would be a bouquet of lilies and lotus flowers. Roses and tulips. Lilacs and marigolds.
Just like she remembered at one time in her life.
When she was only an infant.
Her mother placed her best crystal vase by her sunlit window of those flowers. And then she'd play with Sora in the day's perfect glow. That was Sora's best memory. Her favorite.
Her only one.
And then, Jack hugged her. Pulling her close as if he were her father. He knew that inside she was crying because she was happy. Yet at the same time, there was that lone sadness. As he looked down at her, he saw a miniature unnoticeable tear slide down her pale fleshy cheek.
" You look beautiful, Sora."
" Y - you really think so?"
" I know so."
They walked home that night.
In the rain.
And Jack had an idea. One sure to inspire her heart with a feel of wonder.
As he put his hood down on his black cloak, a sly smile passed by him in the wind. One that his younger friend didn't seem to catch. He looked at her for a moment, as he took the plunge of his idea.
" Sora."
" Yes?"
" Put your hood down on your cloak."
" What?"
" Put your hood down on your cloak."
" Why?"
" Trust me."
" Ok..."
She put it down, as Jack saw the wildfire in her eyes. Her ponder brimming like her tears would at a funeral. The flare in her skin reappeared as he began to wonder about her glow. He put it aside for a moment, as he climbed on top of the fountain. Its monster still oozing its green water. And then, he held out his bony hand towards her. His ghostly smile now a disasterly fun grin.She jumped back for a moment, only to cease to walk towards him once more.
" Take my hand."
" Why? W - what are you gonna do, Jack?"
" Just take my hand and I'll shown you."
A/N : Something's up with Jack, Something's up with Jack...lol. No really though, what is Jack planning to do? Only I know...please review if you wanna know!