Out Of The Shadows (Jelsa)

Falling (chap 32)

Jack's POV

I laid down on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

Night had already fallen and the moon was shining through my curtains.

Elsa still hadn't come home yet.

I slowly closed my eyelids, awaiting another nightmare.

-Todd, Dream Music plrrrrzzz-

I woke up on the top of a tower.

Clouds were just above my head as the city's commotion went on below me.

Why was I here?

I looked to my right.

There stood Elsa, wearing the same thing she was wearing in my last dream.

She still held the knife from my last dream.

Elsa extended her hand so that the knife was over the edge and watched as blood dripped down to the city below.

She brought the knife up to her chest, the tip on where her heart was.

"ELSA NO!"

But I was too late.

Elsa pushed down on the knife and I watched as if cut through to her heart.

"Is-is it over yet" Elsa whispered to me.

Her words echoed through my mind and to the city below.

She stood still. Her hands hadn't moved. The knife had no effect on her, but her blood continued to fall.

A shadow cast over us

"It will never be over. Not until you die. Not until I get to see you suffer" The shadow shouted.

I felt something push me and Elsa.

We were falling down towards the streets below.

Elsa no longer had the knife, but her blood continued to spill.

I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards me into an embrace.

She clutched to the back of my shirt with her face dug into my chest.

Her blood began to spread onto my shirt, but we never let go.

Me and Elsa were pummeling down.

Just as we were about to hit the pavement, everything went black.

-HIT IT TODD-

I woke up to a knocking sound.

Quickly, I pulled off my covers and checked the clock.

4:00 AM

Who would be up at a time like this?

I stood up and walked to my door, carefully laying my fingertips on the doorknob.

I slowly turned it and pulled the door open.

My eyes widened.

Elsa was standing in front of me.

She slammed something into my chest.

My fingers slowly curled around it.

It was my father's staff. The one I had lost.

"E-Elsa" was all that I could say

I looked at Elsa's hand. A new, long gash had formed along the back.

I grabbed her hand.

"What happened? Where did you find this?"