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~*~ Chapter 8

Lillith wasn't one to dream. She barely slept. But when she did, her mind would flash images of what her life used to be. She was alive. She had a family. She had friends. She was happy. And all it took was a winter morning and a pair of skates to have her lose that forever.

Now she stood watching happiness around her again. It was something that she hadn't seen in so many years. She ached to become a part of it. She ached to become someone again. She ached to be Emma. It was impossible, considering the nightmare sand still flowing in her veins. Considering the constant voices in her head tempting her to kill them all. She had her own side of crazy and maybe she'd live with it forever.

But as the moment flickered away like light, she doubted if she'd ever live at all.

From the shadows, Pitch returned, baring the dark scythe he was always so fond of, tapping it against the cold, hard ground. The celebration stopped. Everyone looked as afraid as she was. Lillith didn't notice she had started backing up until her back hit the wall softly. Pitch smirked, eyeing everyone on his territory.

"I hate to break happy reunions." He dabbed at the bottoms of his eyes for a dramatic effect, even placing his free hand on his chest. But the smirk never left his face.

"Leave it Pitch. It's over." Jack stepped up, gripping his staff tight. His breathing had escalated but his face was calm as always. His eyes flashed a brighter blue as Pitch laughed mockingly.

"Oh really? So you expect me to just waltz out of here? Funny." His scythe gleamed in the dim light, amber eyes narrowing. "Fine. I'll just take what's mine."

Lillith couldn't resist a scream as nightmare sand coiled around her feet, yanking her from her spot and dragging her along the ground, her blade flung far from her grasp. Jack and the others leapt into action as the Guardians moved to strike at Pitch who deflected them with absolute ease, sending them back with more fearlings to battle.

Jack's hand found Lillith's. Rapunzel caught the other hand and Merida and Hiccup slashed at the black, coiling sand. However, it acted with a mind of its own, slamming into their chests and sending them flying backwards towards the wall.

"Merida! Hiccup!" Rapunzel screamed to them, her grip faltering and focus fading as the whip of sand strikes at her, sending her flying like a ragdoll to join the three.

"Punzie!" Jack screamed, yelping as the sand turns its attention to him, beginning to whip him on his arms, chest, legs, face, and chest. His eyes watered. His wounds stung badly and blood began to ooze from his cuts. Lillith was crying, holding onto him as Pitch yanks at her, forcefully trying to pull her away.

"Don't let me go!" she cries, her heart breaking as Jack's grip slowly began to slip. "Don't let me go, Jack please!" her tears began to flow, the tears she kept inside ever since the start of her new life, like a waterfall along her cheeks. Jack couldn't speak. The whips cut deeper, striking through his skin and flesh like he was nothing. He bit his tongue, eyes finding Pitch's amused ones. Why? was all that he could think of. Why the ones he loved? Why was the world always there to hurt him? Why did all of this had to happen? Why had he died? Why didn't he just dove for Emma that day and slid across to the thicker ice? So he didn't have to die and none of this would've happened. It was all his fault!

Tears slipped down his cheeks. He screamed. He felt his sister, his only sister, slip from his grasp. She screamed too, a blood curling one that seemed to never stop for breath. Pitch laughed, dragging her like an animal across the floor.

"You may have taken everything from me. My strength, my powers, my life!" He said, grabbing Lillith by the back of the neck and raising her off the ground for all to see. "Watch me take one of yours and then watch as I take you all down!"

With that, a gush of nightmare sand slams at Lillith. She coughs, the sand going in through her mouth. Her eyes rolled back, feeling the darkness seep through and darken her heart. She felt the fear in the room. She felt the horror on everyone's faces. And she loved it.

Jack looked up at her as she floated upright in the air and Pitch let her go with a satisfied smirk. He had won.

Lillith's eyes were the only things that showed the battle inside her, flashing blue then black, blue then black for each pulsing second. Sand, dust and wind wrapped around her, energy vibrating from her stronger that anyone has ever seen. She screamed, a distorted, high pitched one until the wind died down and her eyes stilled, the color of the abyss of hell reflecting from her pupils.

Jack hadn't prepared herself for this. But Lillith, no, the demon inside Lillith, gave him no time to breathe or process the new information. She attacked without a blade but of pure ice, swiping at the ground as shards jutted out in a straight line, black as the night that headed straight for them.

She fought without mercy, Jack saw. Taking down her friends, the Guardians and even him without the hint of second thoughts. He saw as she flung him across the room with shards of black ice, sending him slamming to the wall. His friends' voices went distorted. There was a ringing in his ears. His vision blurred. At the back of his head, he felt a trickle of blood. But the demon wasn't done.

She walked past her fallen victims, all on the ground with cuts, bruises and scratches too many for them to count. She walked past her used-to-be friends, all too weak to move and speak. They could only follow her with horror stricken eyes, afraid of what she would do to the brother that sent her to this hell when she had to die just to see him again.

Jack closed his eyes as she bent before him, eyes cold and dark as the ice she had created. He felt his consciousness slipping away. He didn't know if he could die but his gut told him he would be finding out soon enough.

"Hey Em?" His voice was hoarse, raspy and weak. His words were a whisper. Almost inaudible. But he spoke to her, gently and lovingly as he used to. In his final moments, he thought, he would make things with her right. If he could not change her back, then he would drill the memories into her like what she wanted to do to him, in hopes that if she would hear, she would find her way back.

"Do you remember that time you came into my room? Mother had been asleep and the snow fell harder than it used to?" He cracked a smile, and Lillith tilted her head to the side. Maybe she was listening. Maybe she was thinking of a way to carve his face into a snowflake after he died. Jack wasn't really sure.

"You woke me up. You told me you were afraid." He said, his hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of white hair from her face. But Lillith struck it with a shard of ice and his hand fell back to his side, blood seeping from a cut on his palm. Jack swallowed, feeling something cold press lightly against his neck. As soon as he was done talking, she would slit his throat and be done with it.

He kept on. "You clambered into my bed, even if it was kinda small for the both of us." He smiled at the memory. "I remember in the morning, we asked Father if he could make us a bigger bed so you wouldn't have to sleep alone."

Lillith said nothing, just tracing along his neck with her blade, just deep enough to slice through the skin and draw tiny amounts of blood. She was taking her time to kill him slowly.

"Father made that bed, I remember, But we only slept in it once because we'd be up all night making shadows and telling stories that we'd fall asleep on the floor." Jack said softly. "I was happy though. You weren't afraid anymore."

"I'm sorry about back then. I turned down that one chance of being with you again without even hearing what you had to say. I was confused. I didn't know who I was and I took it out on you." His voice grew softer. His eyes opened, weak but still bright. He stared into hers like he was searching her soul.

"I know you're in there, Em." He whispered. She only blinked. "I know you're fighting. So hard that I wish I could do it for you." Tears pricked at his eyes. "I'm sorry, sis." He looked at her one last time, catching a glimpse of Pitch clapping his hands mockingly. It's over, he thought, hope draining along with his consciousness. But when his eyes met hers, she had been crying too.

~*~ I literally CRIED while writing this last part. More to come guys! Sorry they're quite short but I wanted to end this chapter like this, I can't write anymore, tears are blrringm y eyes. HAHA! I'll be updating soon. It's almost over guys! Captive is almost over. Thankyou to everyone in advance, I really appreciate you guys being here and reading through all this even though I know I am still an amateur writer and this is my first time writing anything so, yeah! I LOVE YOU ALL!

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