Both Pitch and I closed our eyes, waiting for the pain from the whips. Pitch opened his when the pain never came.

The whips lashed against my torso, I could feel the golden sand slice through my skin and flesh, it took a few moments for the pain to come, and when it did, it was excruciating. A blood-curdling scream escaped my lips and then I started to fall. Just before I smashed against the ground, Pitch sent some of his sand to catch me, then settling me on the ground. Pitch quickly floated to the ground and crouched by my side. The edges of my vision were starting to blur, and I could feel the warmth of the blood flowing from my deep wound, and a small stream of blood coming out of my mouth.

"CLAIRE! Please, whatever you do, DON'T DIE!" Tears started to stream from Pitch's eyes, and he started to shake. I could faintly hear the others sobbing, especially Jack.

I slowly lifted my weak arm and gently cupped Pitch's cheek with my cold hand. He put his hand over mine and squeezed it softly.

"Don't cry Pitch, please, don't cry over me." I spoke softly.

"How can I not cry over you Claire? I l-l-love you."

My eyes widened for a second, then I smiled.

"I love you t-"

I started coughing violently, I could feel the blood come up my throat.

Tears were pouring from Pitch's eyes, and I could hear him sobbing.

"Hold on Claire, please don't die. I need you,

"Pitch, I love you. So please, don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened. I will always love you. Always."

My vision turned black, then there was nothing.

Pitch's POV

She's dead.

The same two words continued to play over and over in my mind, like a broken record. Claire's dress was torn and heavily bloodstained, all colour was gone from her face. Her usually pink lips were pale and slightly open. She looked so peaceful. If it weren't for the scars, she could merely be sleeping. i leaned in and pressed my lips against her ice-cold ones, softly kissing her like I wanted to ever since that monologue of hers in my lair. I pulled away as tears continued to pour from my eyes, and I could hear the others crying too. Except for that retched Sand Man, who stood there in silence, an expression of sadness and deep regret across his face. Anger burned inside me like a fire.

"YOU KILLED HER, YOU BASTARD!" I stalked over to him and just when I was about to kill him the same way he killed Claire, that Jack moron stepped between us.

"Don't kill Sandy, Claire wouldn't have wanted you to become a killer."

"How would you know what Claire would have wanted?" I hissed through clenched teeth.

"You're not the only one that cares for her. She was my first real friend, the first person who liked me the way I was, the first person who genuinely made my smile, my first Believer"

We glared at each other for a few moments before I fell to my knees, overwhelmed by my own emotions.

What am I going to do without her?

Then, realisation hit me. I quickly stood up and returned to Claire's side. I gently placed my hands on her wounds, and concentrated as hard as I could. I felt my energy slowly flow from me to her. After a few minutes, half of my powers were gone.

Third Person POV

Pitch and Claire were both engulfed in a dark aura. A strong wind flowed in an arc around the two. All those surrounding the pair could feel the pure energy radiating off of them, it burned in their noses and pricked at their eyes.

Claire's POV

There was nothing but darkness. Complete emptiness.

Is this what death is like? Just empty nothingness?

Then, from the darkness, a small pinprick of light appeared, and continued to grow. Soft voices came from the light, they were calling my name. The light grew and grew until the darkness was completely gone. The voices increased in volume until they became a loud roar in my head. The light was so bright at this point that I had to close my eyes.

When I opened them again, the light was gone, instead there was Pitch, with his head lowered and eyes closed.

I was alive again.

"Pitch?"

His head snapped up and his eyes met mine.

"Y-you're alive? It worked?"

"What worked?"

"You-you, died… and I gave you half of my powers to bring you back to life."

"You brought me back to life?" My lips curved into a smile as I sat up. I looked down to see the scars across my torso, but they were gone, instead there were shiny red lines. The scars were healed. Then, I heard several gasps from the others.

"She's alive?"

"She's alive!"

I turned to look at them, and they all had wide smiles on their faces and I smiled back at them, except for when I saw Sandy, my eyes narrowed instead and I glared at the man who wanted to kill Pitch. Without a word, I turned back to face Pitch. Who gasped quietly when our eyes met.

"What is it? Is there anything wrong?"

"It's just, your eye colour has changed."

"Really? What colour is it now?

"Same as mine."

"Awesome! So, you gave me half of your powers to bring me back from the dead?"

"Yes."

"Does that mean I can do awesome shit now? Apart from flying that is."

"Yes, you have half my powers now, so you have my abilities, like controlling black sand and such, and as you already know, you now have my eye colour"

"Awesome!"

I concentrated on the palm of my hand, and after a few moments, a small whirlwind of black sand appeared.

"HOLY FREAKING CRAP, I CAN DO IT!"

Pitch laughed, "Barely, you still need some practice before you can really use the sand properly."

I pouted, "Ok."

Sorry it took so long for me to update again!

I've had exams and other crap like that, so it's been hard to find time to write this.

I don't say this enough sooo, thank you to all that have followed or added this story to their favourites, and thank you to those of you that reviewed.

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