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Last Time:
"Jareth… I'm sorry…"
Malevolent mirth filled the eerie bedroom and Jade cringed involuntarily in response. "Jareth won't be coming for you little Jaden; not any time soon anyway," and the turning of a key in a lick was Jade's signal that Zaynon had made his departure.
Collapsing further into herself, Jade felt the flood of tears coming and didn't fight them off as she normally would; she didn't have the energy. Weeping openly upon a foreign floor, in a foreign castle and even in a more foreign Kingdom of Dagon, Jade sobbed out all her sorrows. All the while she lay there calling out one name and on plea.
"…Jareth…save me…"
This Time:
Daughter of the Labyrinth
Chapter 18- Sound of Pulling Heaven Down
Sheera looked up at Crow as she came to a stop before him and his post; the harpy male stood guard over their King's bedroom chamber door. Jareth had been flung into a raging fit for some time after Jade's kidnapping. No one could go near the Goblin King without falling victim to his horrifying wrath. And listening to the silent room Sheera couldn't help but let a soft sigh leave her lips, as the weight on her shoulder ebbed.
"How is he?" she asked calmly, eyes wandering to the stone floor at her and Crow's feet.
Crow followed with his own sigh and turned his eyes to the locked door. "He's quiet now," he murmured solemnly turning back to the fae thief to find her mournful face. "We'll get her back Sheera…that I promise you." And braving the moment, the boyish looking man drew Sheera into an embrace, stroking her auburn hair in smooth soothing strokes.
Sheera shifted, but did nothing else as she clung to the handsome harpy. "I know we'll get her back…I'm just worried because we don't know what condition she will be in." A large fearful shudder racked the female fae's body as the horror of Jaden's situation was becoming more and more realized. "You've seen what Zaynon does to the girl's he gets his hands on. Jade is too fragile to be under that bastard's "care". You saw her under Jareth's care and he was being nice!"
"Shh, Sheera," purred Crow hugging the woman closer as her hysteria grew. "The girly is stubborn and head strong. She'll keep her wits about her, so we only have to be there to take her back."
"Two and a half days though?" Sheera inquired looking up into the warm gold pools. "He's killed girls in less then one because they broke under his power…Jade could be…"
Crow gripped the thief's shoulder and gave her a quick light shack. "Don't think like that Sheera! Jade's still alive and we're going to get her back if we have to go to the bowels of Dagon to get her!!"
The thief blinked, as if fighting back tears as she stared up at the man she silently cared for. She bowed her head in shame as she realized her faith in Jade; her close friend was so little. "You're right Crow," she whispered. "I shouldn't…won't doubt Jade. She's stubborn and determined. If anyone can last any length of time with the Dark Prince, it's Jaden."
"That's the spirit! Now let's get his Royal Highness up off his lazy ass," chuckled the womanizing harpy, and proceeded to unlock the door chamber door and enter.
No one was there in the little study/ library area; where Jareth normally was if he wanted to be alone. Yet the evidence of someone who had been there was definite. All about the dark wood floor were whole books, pages and what appeared to be shredded paper. Furniture was upturned or in a state of dismemberment. The sofa was gutted off its white feather fluff, while the once sturdy oak desk was no longer a desk. However, if Sheera wasn't mistaken, in the blackened hearth there seemed to be what appeared to be a few legs or whole drawers. As if Jareth had lit a fire to calm himself and feed it with the remnants of the desk. A jug once full of water lay on its crystal side, the water that had been in it spilling over the stone mantel of the hearth. The constant sound of dripping water filling the room, as it struck the stone hearth below…an eerie sound indeed.
Crow whistled at the thief's side, hands casually placed in his trouser pockets. "Certainly made a mess of things didn't he? Vannor sees this…and he's gong to blow a fit."
Sheera gave the harpy warrior a cold stare as she moved among the wreckage to the spiral iron staircase. "Stop worrying about the damn room; you should be worrying about Jareth." And waving Crow up the stairs, they found the bedroom was not much better then the downstairs. If anything it was worse.
"My god Jareth!" gapped Crow. "The High King will have your head for making this much of a mess!"
The once sturdy darkly stained desk that was once in one corner was now a pile of wood ships, after the owner appeared to have the sudden urge to blow it up. Other once beautiful wood workings looked to be in the same sharp; wood shaving and sawdust upon the floor. Accompanying those wood pieces where the fluffy white feathers that once had been in the Goblin King's pillows and blankets. Mirrors were cracked or broken into sparkling shards upon the floor. The balcony doors were barely hanging on their hinges with holes that looked to be the size of a fist. The bedroom was a war zone, now they only needed the blood.
While Crow admired Jareth's handy work, Sheera slowly made her way to the body unmoving upon the shredded bed.
"Jareth?" whispered the hesitant thief as she strode to the bed. "Jareth you awake?"
No movement was seen as the fae thief slowly made ground to the bed. Upon seeing the Goblin King's face buried into the blankets Sheera grinned over her shoulder at Crow.
"He's ok," she said to the harpy, still smiling. "He's just sleeping," and she laid a hand on Jareth's slumbering shoulder.
The second her hand touched him, Sheera had a vice like grip around her wrist, followed by a pulling motion. Unable to maintain balance against the superior and sudden change in movement, the auburn haired thief found herself pinned to the mattress by a glowering King of Goblins. Her eyes wide, Sheera stared up at her king in shock, as her cheeks glowed with a very rare blush. The fact that it was Jareth that was pinning her and that he was uncomfortably close; the woman thief could feel his knees straddling her waist. This was reason enough to blush, never had Sheera felt so embarrassed.
"Jareth…can you let me up now," Sheera meekly squeaked making herself sound like a frightened mouse with a prowling cat towering over her.
The platinum haired fae's features slowly smoothed out at the realization of his actions came to him. Rolling to the side, Jareth stood on the side of his destroyed bed. "My apologies Sheera; I thought you were…someone else," droned the Goblin King in a sad monotone.
Sheera rouse to a sitting position nodding slowly at her king. "Understandable Your Highness," she murmured as she removed herself from the bed to calmly place herself at Crow's side. "We came to check on you."
Jared glared up from floor. "I'm not a child that needs looking after."
Sheera reluctantly shivered from the frigid voice Jareth had used. Crow on the other hand just scowled at his best friend.
"Well you can't keep us from worrying about you, can you now?" snapped the harpy warrior. "We know Jade's kidnapping took a toll on you, but instead of mopping around over your defeat, like a child…GO AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!"
Not many times did Crow raise his voice outside war cries. Seeing Crow furious and yelling surprised both Jareth and Sheera, but more so Jareth. Because Jareth was Crow's king and the Goblin King, and no one would dare raise their voice to the King of Goblins, yet here the womanizing harpy was yelling.
Jareth though surprised, acted like he always did when yelled at, he glared fire and daggers. "You dare yell at me Crow, and tell me what to do!?"
"Yea I do dare, cause it's Jaden we're trying to get back damnit!!" snarled the golden eyed male, defiant fire in his molten gaze. "Sheera and I can't do it ourselves; we need you to lead us. So get up off your depressed ass and do something to get her back!!"
Jared glared as his gloved hands tightened into fists, but the look in his black and blue eyes was one of shame and defeat. The King of Goblins saw that his own men had to yell and order him around. They had to scream and threatened just for him to do something when he should have been doing something a long time ago. The tall spiky hard fae let out a deep sigh, how much Jareth hated himself then.
"Jareth," murmured the blue eyed thief in encouragement. "We all failed to keep her safe, so we all have to make it up to her by saving her from Zaynon. You love her, so go save her."
Jareth looked at his thief with admiration with Crow close to her side. He let a small smile grace his majestic face. "You're right; both of you are…"
He could have said more, but his pride prevented him from admitting aloud his defeat. Still Crow and Sheera nodded knowing that what was unsaid was the most important part. Jareth smiled at his most loyal friends, and was proud to see them smiling back.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED IN HERE!!" Roared the voice of the High King Vannor as he entered his son's demolished room
If Sheera and Crow hadn't been watching their king, they wouldn't have seen the grimace that crossed Jareth's face. As soon as it was there though, it vanished behind a passive expressionless front.
Pounding footsteps shook the iron spiral stairway, driving shivers up all three spines. The footsteps halted and there heads turned to see a boiling Vannor with clutched fists on his hips. The image would have been slightly comical if the look in the High King's eyes weren't so blood chilling.
To save their hides, and heads the best they could be saved all three individuals gave their High King a respectable bow.
"What the hell did you do to your room Jareth!? It looks like the pig pen you lived in when you were five and just starting to learn magic!"
Jareth bowed a little further hiding his regretful eyes behind his silver hair. "My apologies father."
Vannor narrowed his dark eyes at his submissive son. Submission was out of character for Jareth, but so was falling for a human girl. The High King turned his eyes then to the thief and harpy. "What are you two doing in here? Checking up on my tantruming son perhaps?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," murmured the two in unison as they bowed a little deeper; they completely missed the glare Jareth spat their way.
Vannor's surprising laughter filled the room, and all heads shot up to look at the fae king. "Yes, I can see that Jareth need more looking after then I ever thought possible."
"Please father," protested Jareth, a disgruntled scowl on his face. "I'm well capable of taking care of myself and a kingdom."
"Ohhh, I can see that," and Vannor gestured to the half hanging balcony doors, and the wooden shrapnel left from the desk and other furniture. "You seem quite capable indeed; blowing things up always does the mind and temper good." Vannor sighed and all presence of wrath was gone. "I'll have to pay for all this then…"
Jareth stepped forward abandoning his motionless post now that he knew his father wouldn't strike out at him in punishment for his childish behavior. "His Majesty knows that I have sufficient funds for this kind of thing. There is no need for you to pay for damages."
The grin gracing the High King's face fell to a mournful frown. "On the contrary my son, if I had protected Jaden as a father-in-law and High King should have, we wouldn't be in this predicament now would we."
Silence crept into the room letting a pregnant moment of quiet fall upon the inhabitance. All minds picturing the warm life loving, and smiling Jade bruised and broken under Zaynon's iron-fisted rule.
"I underestimated him," murmured Vannor, dark eyes solemn and distant.
Jareth sucked in a breath to calm his rage. "WE all did father, however this act won't go unpunished. I…we will get Jaden back if we have to fight all of Dagon ourselves, and finally be liberated of Zaynon's troublesome existence."
Vannor, Crow, and Sheera looked up at the Goblin King with astonishment, but were further surprised by his stone hard expression. This was the Jareth they needed to get their friend back; cunning, and unmovable, a man that would do anything to get what he wanted. He and they wanted Jade; Jareth especially would get her back if it was the last thing he ever did.
They would get Jaden back; Sheera knew that for a fact. She was only worried on the condition they got Jade back in. But the thief didn't dwell on those thoughts, they needed a plan to their friends rescue, and they could very well need her expertise.
-O-
Two days.
Two long, agonizingly slow, death defining days Jade sat solemnly in Zaynon's bedroom. Lucky for her, her capture had spare dresses that she could change into. And to her surprise, the great Dark Lord himself had started a large fire in the hearth, lifting some of the chill that gripped the dark room, leaving behind only the raw, dark coldness that was Zaynon.
At night Jaden had retreated to the couch that sat before the fire to sleep, while the dark prince slept peacefully on the bed. She had napped on the warm fluffy bed, but while Zaynon lay in it, she wouldn't go near it.
He gave her meals that were filling and warm. She would have declined them of course, but Jade knew she needed the food to keep her strength up. However, only after checking it over with different spells for drugs and enchantments did Jade eat it.
Now here she stood before a full length mirror, dressed formally in a ball gown of deep burgundy that shimmered in the touch light. Jade was to attend the dinner tonight, and she despised the very thought of having dinner with the demonic fae that was her capture. The raven haired teen glared at her reflection as she thought back on earlier that day.
Zaynon had abruptly appeared in his bedroom with a giant shove to the large double doors. She had been resting on the small sofa staring into the flames when he charged in. She had only paid enough attention to see who it was, but seeing the dark angel there she laid back down. Zaynon strode to the couch and stared down at her resigned form with a faint frown. Then to Jades displeasure he had the gull to order her to find something nice to wear to dinner. She had softly inquired on to why, and only received a snarl in return. He was out of the bedchamber as quickly as he had come, leaving behind a bewildered and irritated mortal teenager.
The creaking of the doors being pushed wide broke Jaden from her muses. Jade spun to glare at Zaynon, but found instead a lanky hunched over malnourished man servant. Her green eyes instantly softened at the middle aged man; she saw the torture he experienced every day here. So putting on a warm friendly smile Jade softly addressed him.
"Yes, is there something you needed?"
The man's eyes widened at her friendliness, but soon sobered as he nodded his bald head and bowed deeply at the waist. "Yes, I am to lead the Mistress to the Dinning Hall. His Majesty grows impatient with his Lady's tardiness."
Jaden scowled and huffed at the floor as she turned to the mirror once more. "Zaynon can get off his high horse and come get me himself if he's so damn impatient!"
The man servant shivered, and Jade took note of it. Sighing, she strode to the waiting servant, her heels making a hollow echo at they struck the stone floor. Stopping before the hunched over man she nodded solemnly.
"If His Majesty is impatient, then we should hurry so his temper doesn't lash out on those who don't deserve it."
The man nodded again and led they way through the dreary castle that the King of Dagon lived in. The way was long and unpleasantly silent. The only sound Jade's ears could pick up was the sound of her own obnoxious loud heels hitting stone. Then there was the soft rustle of the shifting of her tight, very showy dress. Though the trip long, to Jaden it wasn't nearly long enough, because she soon stood in front of the dinning hall's double doors.
"His Majesty waits inside," the nameless man servant said as he opened the door further for Jade. "May I present His Majesty's Lady."
She strode through the door with strong strides, but still lady like. She held herself proudly and with a defiant air about her. Her bright determined eyes wondered over the dark foreboding crowd for the single male that had caused her so much trouble.
And there he was, leaning against the table nonchalantly with a goblet of what appeared to be blood red wine in one hand. The smirk on his face made Jade want to shiver, but she suppressed it and mentally smiled at her feat. But the way Zaynon's cruel golden eyes racked over her body made her feel like he had stripped her of everything but her skin. Still the mortal stood strong where she was, not letting her enemy have the satisfaction of her discomfort.
To further piss off the dark fae king, Jade let her emerald gaze wonder over the other residence of the hall. They were all male for one; that fact made Jaden uneasy but she veiled it behind her expressionless facade. Further more was the obvious high class clothes and armor each kind of race wore, and there were many races; none of them being terribly appealing to the eye other then the fae. Other then the king the teen only recognized Kraven and Axel, no one else she had seen at the meeting. Jade let no emotion cross her face, but dread grew in her breast at a steady tempo. This was a war meeting between all matters of dark creatures of Dagon. Letting her eyes reluctantly return to the king, the mortal couldn't hold back the death glare. This was a meeting for the dark kingdom to admire their secret weapon; her.
"Come here Jaden, we all want a good look at the girl that will win use the war," exclaimed Zaynon with surprising gentleness and fake enthusiasm. Jade didn't budge from where she stood. "Now don't be shy," the angelic demon fae king said, his discomfort with her lack of obeisance coming through in his voice.
Still Jaden remained standing passively by, letting her glare slightly deepen.
Zaynon glared in return, setting down his wine. "Come Jaden or suffer the consequences!"
The mortal teen made a tsking sound sneering at her capture. "Trust me Zaynon; being in your presences is enough suffering for me. What kinds of torture do you plan on forcing me through after suffering this, ha?"
Growls of rage and the flashing barred fangs was the answer to Jades disrespectful comment. Not letting fear take hold of her, the human teen let a pleased smirk lift the corner of her rosy lips.
"You dare show such disrespect to His Majesty!?" howled out a dark creature looking to be a cross between Siberian tiger and very hulky and scar covered man. "And how dare you speck the King's name with your unworthy tongue!!"
"That's enough Hugge-Gun," flatly ordered the dark haired evil beauty that was Zaynon. "She's a spit-fire; spitting out insults and curses is her nature, pay no heed." The cold eyes pierced her soul, and wouldn't let her go. "Come; it's the last warning."
Jade let her eyes throw fire and daggers in Zaynon's direction, but let a small smile spread across her pale face, letting a sneer hide within its creases. "I wonder Zaynon, if it is fear or loyalty that holds your men to you, because I won't go near you with either."
"What about love?" inquired the Dark Lord mockingly. Jade flinched, stepping back, but never let her glaring match with her capture seize. "Will you come to me in love?"
"I'd rather die a thousand times then mention you and the L-word in the same sentence!! How about that for an answer, YOU DISGUSTING DEVIL!!
Whatever patience Jaden had been balancing herself on, she lost then and there. To answer it was a resounding echo of a slap. Following the sound was a surprised and pained cry as the teen was forced to the floor by the sheer force of the strike. Jade moaned on the floor, too stunned to move, even when Zaynon's boots filled her vision she didn't move.
"Now listen here bitch," sneered Zaynon as he grabbed the silken mane of coal colored tresses in a fist and yanked Jade's head up. She didn't respond the violent act with a cry of pain, but a mere moan of distraught. "You are still alive because you are of use to me, and by my good graces; did I not say this before?"
Jade remained silent as the fist in her unbound hair twisted same more.
"Answer girl! Did I not tell you this two days ago!!"
"Yes," whimpered out the abused girl raising a hand to the fist in her hair. "Yes, you did!"
Zaynon released Jaden with a harsh shove to the carpeted floor. The dark foreboding ruler of Dagon leered down at his victim with little restraint. "So if my presence is so repulsing to you, how am I to punish you for you disrespectful actions?"
Jaden remained gazing at the plush near black carpet, fighting back tears, while sought after to gain back her breath. Her whole head throbbed from the slap as well as the yanking of her hair. But still against her best efforts, she couldn't keep the fear at bay as it shook her body. All the while she refused to look up at her capture that was evil incarnate if any one asked her.
"Man servant," flatly order Zaynon motioning him to come forward.
Realization struck Jade as if Zaynon had slapped her again. Rising to her knees, she reluctantly looked up at Zaynon's sneering face with eyes wide with dread and disbelief. "No…" she murmured hoarsely. "Please don't…"
"You have to learn your lesson some how little Jaden," mockingly smiled the prince that looked too much like Jareth in Jade's opinion, course they were twins. Zaynon turned once more to the servant that hadn't moved. "Come closer servant."
The servant did so reluctantly; his whole body convulsed in shivers of dread and terror. "Y-Yes…M-Master?"
Zaynon kneeled down by Jaden, gripping her chin in a clawed hand. He made her look into his cold murderous eyes and evil grin as his other had was slowly engulfed in a swirling black mist. Fear filled the jeweled spheres staring into the king's eyes, and Zaynon took pleasure in Jade's devastation. To cause someone as beautiful as the mortal girl on his flow such sorrow was far more pleasurable then Zaynon had ever thought possible.
"Say goodbye," he murmured into her ear, turning her face to where the man servant stood. With a mere flick of the wrist, the black mist engulfing Zaynon's hand was flung toward the powerless middle aged man.
He had no time to scream before the black ball of darkness struck the center of his chest exploding and blowing his fragile form backward. Jade watched unwillingly with tear reaming her eyes, knowing for a fact that she was the cause of this man's execution. The young teen watched with devastation clearly shinning in her eyes, as the servant's motionless form landed on the floor like a sack of potatoes.
"NOOOOOO!!"
Lurching to her feet and out of the Dark King's grasp, as her cry pounced off the hall's walls, Jaden collapsed on her knees by the dead man's side. She wept into his chest murmuring apologies as well as prayers, while closing his dead blank eyes. Her hands clutched his elaborate clothes till her knuckles were white.
"I'm so…so sorry….forgive me…"
"Poor Jaden," mockingly spoke Zaynon as he stationed himself where he was when Jade had entered the dinning hall. "Your compassion will be the end of you my dear."
Raising her head from the dead fae servant's chest, the whole room saw the bitter tears of both fury and sorrow. There was a death glare behind the salty tears, it was more fearsome and foreboding then of the residence of the room thought could come from a mere slip of a mortal girl. Even Zaynon found himself impressed as his golden eyes widen slightly.
"He was innocent, you bastard," seethed Jade, beyond carrying if all the dark creatures saw her tears. "He had nothing to do with me!!"
The Dark Lord grinned cheerfully from where he lined against the long dinning table of ebony polished wood. "But he proved a good choice for your punishment," chuckled the beautiful devil, but sobered and became serious. "Defy me again, and I may find a more suitable target for your punishment; a close friend or family perhaps…"
Jade narrowed her eyes as they darkened in her fury. "Touch anyone else and you'll really see what I can do!!"
"Then came," snapped Zaynon opening his arms as if he was reaching to embrace her in comfort. However, there was no comfort or sanctuary in those arms; this was the Devil himself that was beckoning Jade. There was only death and despair in that man's arms, so the teen remained stationary.
"I ask one last time My Lady; come willingly and no one else will die."
Angry emerald eyes fell to the floor as sorrow replaced the flaming fury. Jaden rouse to her feet, fighting off dizziness and exhaustion. Her eyes remained staring blankly at the carpeted floor two feet in front of her. The tears still flowed from her eyes, but the mortal had seized to care as she mourned her failure to Jareth. She was walking to the Goblin King's older devilish twin brother, when she had promised her heart to Jareth. Even when she stood in the circle of the lifted arms, Jaden refused to look up at the monster that held not only held her leash, but had placed her in a choke collar.
Zaynon enclosed his strong arms around the defeated human with a victorious grin plastered across his gorgeous face. Pulling Jade closer so her head lay on his shoulder, one arms draped itself around her slim shoulders, while the other hand encircled her waist.
"That gentlemen, is how you break a powerful being; throw their good qualities in their face and watch them squirm." Zaynon laughed his low, gorgeous, bone chilling laugh, to soon be followed by the other war lords' mirth. "Then torture all purity out of them," he whispered in Jade's ear and smirked at the shivered racking her body.
The teen flicked an eye to peer at the man that held her, but found a mocking affectionate expression there; she shivered again unable to look away.
"Learn you place Jaden and no more pain will be fall you," he whispered again as he played with the fresh bandages Jaden had used to cover the bit mark on her neck. He chuckled as he removed it and checked his so called handy work. "Behave and I won't bit…hard anyway."
The eighteen year old quaked in the fae's iron like arms as she averted her eyes from Zaynon to find his discarded wine goblet way more interesting. Taking the blood red wine in hand, Jade watched as it reflected her sorrowful face, and the warlords around her as they cheered on their King with his catch. The wine symbolized for Jaden, the appending war more then the armored dark individuals surrounding her. Land would soon be soaked in that crimson color of shed life. Rivers would run red and the sky would cry somber tears for the fallen. There was certainly no stopping it; this war would happen with or without her. Without her though, there would more then likely be less bloodshed, being that the teen didn't know the extent of her powers.
Maybe if she died it would be only her life and blood that would stain the glorious earth of the Underground?
Swirling the blood red alcohol, Jade pondered further on that matter as she watched the whirlpool ensue in the crystal and iron cup.
Though many people would miss her, wouldn't it be beneficial and for the greater good if she died. No one would be able to use her untrained powers for their own endeavors. War would be normal war; no secret weapons that were girls with limitless power. Couldn't things be a little bit more normal?
As the wine settled and stopped swirling in the goblet, in the crimson reflective surface, Jade saw it a split second before it happened; leaving her no time to act to stop it.
Zaynon once more sank his ivory fangs in her neck.
An airy cry left rosy lips, as the glass in Jade's grip fell from her hand. It clattered to the table's face remaining whole, and spilling and splashing its continence across the surface of the ebony table. A scarlet stream flowed across the ebon table, to cascade down its lip, forming a ruby tear. Jade watched this with wide pain filled eyes as her mouth moved trying to voice a cry, but never succeeding. The mortal watched the ruby dewdrop plummet off the lip to freefall. To land upon a weighty medal shield with Zaynon's crest molded and painted into its surface. More droplets of crimson pursued, as the liquid's dripping sound formed into an eerie, echo and hollow sound, while painting the shield with red.
Through the sound of Zaynon's groans of ecstasy of drinking her blood, Jade heard that lone dripping sound.
…Drip…Drip…
In the hushed silence, that sound blasted into her ears. The evil fae king bent his victim backwards to drink more deeply, all green glazy eyes saw was the battle scene painted vividly into the ceiling.
…Drip…Drip…Drip…
Jade gazed up at the war painted in dark colors, and vibrant shades of blood. This is what the war would be like if she didn't do something; she had to do something. She couldn't think past the pain though; she couldn't come up with anything with that constant echoing sound thrumming in her ears. Why wouldn't it just stop? Why did it have to sound so much like the dripping blood that was painted into the mural above her?
…Drip…
Jade saw the beginning of unconsciousness blacken the edges of her vision, to be accompanied by limp weak limbs. Was this dying? If it was, it was so bad; a few minutes of pain and it would be over. Maybe this was Heaven falling down on her, coming to catch her from her own freefall?
But Heaven didn't fall…
...Drip…Drip…
Why wouldn't that sound stop though? It was beyond irritating, and it assaulted Jade's ears like the rhythmic sound of war drums. All Jade saw was darkness, and all she heard was that wicked thrumming.
Heaving a sigh, Jade let all go; letting herself plummet into oblivion, with that one sound filling the darkness. The lone image to accompany the teen was mirage of a drop of blood falling into an even darker, almost black pool of blood.
…Drip…Drip…Drip…
A/N: sry its taken so long to update. I've been so busy lately; first with the flooding around my area, then the switching of my bedroom, which included repainting, then followed so nicely by…school! Yes, school! I've been busy, and I apologies for taking so long, but I hope this chapter makes up for it! (looks over the chapter) it got really dark and angstyish at the end didn't? (shrugs) oh well, who says angst is bad XD
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