A/N

Okay so this is what came out of today's writing session. Slight warning this chapter might be slightly gore-y for some and I guess you could consider this chapter a little bit of horror. Not much though. You don't have to read that part if you don't want to. But I do not recommend skipping cause then you'll be pretty confused in the next two chapters or so. So enjoy !

-Miss Invisible-

All Rafal could see in his mind is himself. Falling through that layer of glass that's just hovering above that pit of insanity and anger. Anger at his brother, anger at time and anger at whatever caused this to happen. He tried to kill for love, he killed his love, twice and he tried killing someone else's love. What else is there left to do.

The snow slowly pilling around his body suffocated him, the cold stabbed him and his feelings was killing him. It all just felt like he was dangling from a noose. Out of breath and dying but never dead. Willing his body to open its eyes Rafal winced as the chill of the air blew across his now open eyes. Seeing nothing but the white clouds covering the sky and the occasional drops of snow melting before reaching him he found no other reason to torture himself by opening his eyes. Letting his eyelids slowly droop he let out the breath he wished he no longer had. Until he heard it. A small tinkling laugh. A little boy's. So familiar.

Jerking his eyes open, only this time it met something with seeing. Another pair of eyes, staring down at him, glinting with happiness and mischief. Ones just like his. A child's. "Raf, Raf what are you doing?," Rhian spoke with a grin, his voice chittery. "Nothing," Rafal replied, finally sitting up. He rubbed at his eyes with his hand which was now covered with a layer of raggedy goatskin gloves. "Seriously I'm wondering how you're not sick?," Rhian retorted with another smile. Only this time he was older. A teenager. 

Rafal gaped at him, reaching his hand towards his brother's cheek. Finally landing a finger against the warm skin of his brother's face he watched as Rhian made a face of mock disgust. An adult's. About a year or two younger from when Rafal had killed him. In another time. "Eeek, all this snow must've froze your brain. I swear you're gonna die soon from all this chill," Rhian garbled with his tongue out before bursting into fits of laughter. The change now happened slow enough that Rafal could see it. He could see the way his brother's eyes began to droop a little, his jawline sharpen and the scruffles of hair growing on it. "You're alive," Rafal breathed, letting his whole hand cup his brother's cheek.

Rhian's eyes grew sober as he spoke now. "You're alive," he returned. Rafal scoffed with a smirk. "Are you trying to mock me brother?" "You're alive......," Rhian trailed off, his eyes growing furious and fire filled. "I'm dead," Rhian deadpanned. Rafal raised a brow and cracked a smile, suddenly forgetting this was all a dream. It was just to sweet. "Nice try". Rhian grinned back at him and began to laugh once more. Rafal joined him soon, dropping his own hand from his brother's cheek. He regretted it. As soon as his brother's hand left his face Rhian's cheek began to crackle and fizzle as if being burnt, orange flames filling in the cracks. Rafal gasped and scrambled away from him only to find he can't, as the thick glass wall behind him prevented him. Frantically feeling beside him he sighed in relief, finding no wall there. Lifting his hand from the snow and jumping up to run, shackles of white hot metal shot out of the snow pelted ground. They chased after him like snakes, slithering through the air, towards his arms. Finally getting close enough the wrist trappers of the shackles dislodged from their pins and bit themselves around Rafal's wrists. He shrieked as the burning metal singed his skin, his foot slipping. The shackles stiffened and Rafal was dragged back towards his brother by them, writhing in the snow, still screaming in agony from the burn the chains was emitting on his skin. The chains threw him against the glass wall and he groaned as the glass thudded on the whole left side of his body.

He slumped back onto the snow, his shoulders heaving from his struggled breaths. Rafal grunted in pain as he lifted himself up, now on his hands and knees in the snow. Now he could see the droplets of blood just streaming down from the side of his face unto the pure white snow. Bringing his hand unto the half of his face that impacted the wall he felt the sticky thick liquid smothered all over it. Shock and fear coursed through his veins, his heart ricocheting off his ribs along with the adrenaline running under his skin. He could feel the blood dripping from the insides of his nostrils, staining his lips red against his snow white skin. He growled in annoyance, looking up, ready to lash out on whatever did this. Only to be thrown back against the wall, hands bounded tightly by the burning handcuffs that had thrown him in there in the first place.

This time rising his eyes slowly Rafal nearly died from shock, again. Standing or rather hanging above him was his brother or his corpse at least. It's ashen, cracked face smiled painfully widely at him through its scruffy lips, its teeth slimming and sharpening. Rafal dared not call that a human, for to him it wasn't . "Look at what you did to me brother," the body which previously took as Rhian exclaimed, spreading his arms a wide as if proud of his death. Rafal growled once more and spat towards him. "You're not my brother," he seethed. Rhian's body convulsed in anger. It's body of ash shook and writhed like a dying snake's. It lurched forwards towards Rafal's face, grabbing it in-between its long jagged nails. "You killed me!!! And for what!?!!," it screamed, the sides of its mouth tearing. Though Rafal could swear he swear he had seen a tear or two. "You killed your own brother for a girl who betrayed you at the mere sight of the handsome prince who had betrayed, hurt and nearly killed her. You think she loves you?," it continued to rant, each word a lash at the shaking sorcerer in front of him. Each and ever word felt like a stab to the heart.

The monster smiled again, it seemed to like that. As a breeze blew by the skin tore off from its face, body and any other nook and cranny were skin was supposed to be. The slabs of skin shriveled and thinned like an abundance of leaves as they began to waver away in the wind. The flesh began to melt away with it turning into a gooey red solution, thick and slimy, falling off the bones.  Leaving nothing but a body of suspended blood and maroon sludge in its place.

Rafal could see the body's splintered grey skeleton crumbling within the watery figure of red . He watched as the pieces of bone disintegrated into white and grey ash and began to swirl and mix into the solution of blood and flesh porridge, leaving it muddy, dark and thick like tar. Just dripping unto the ground.

Rafal's eyes widened in horror as the slobber like creature hovered over him, its tar dripping hand barely grazing his shoulder as it circled around him like a panther. He nearly shrieked as he watched two deep holes  drilled from within its head. A white substance poured into the holes forming perfectly white eyeballs, though leaving space for a small sphere within each. Rafal covered his eyes as a scorching emerald glow shone from them, shielding them behind his palm. As soon as the lights faded from behind his eyelids, his, burnt from the shackles, arms were torn away from his face and a strange force in him willed for him to open his eyes. Meeting with the very same eyes he had willed to drown in Rafal let out a breath. Sophie's glittering gems of eyes drilled into him and at that exact moment the fact that they were surrounded by black sludge wasn't very troubling anymore.

Until a pair of soft lips formed in that tar layered face. The tar drizzled off its face, revealing Sophie's smooth, peach colored skin. The waterfalls of tar oozing from the middle of its head spiraled into soft golden locks, soft as a feather. "You will never be enough and I......don't........love........you," her words came out like arrows tipped with poison drilling itself onto his long lost heart, which he had ignored then. Until now. It decided to feel. Rafal sputtered and choked on tears as if the words had grappled onto its throat and was squeezing with all its might. And in a way it was. His mind seared with a dull pain as if someone was squeezing around his brain while his whole body ruptured with heat.

He just watched as his true love raised a blade against his face and with a wicked smile, plunged it into his stomach. At this point he expected two things, for him to wake up or for him to die. But neither of those happened. Rather he felt something so wicked and angry rise within him as he grabbed the blade out of his stomach and slashed it across his lovers chest, creating a void of blood, ribs and a beating heart in her chest. His eyes widened in realization at what he just did as he threw the blade to the ground and curled away from it. He could see it, a heart made of glass cracked down to the middle but not broken until now. He watched her scream as the heart shattered within her and she disintegrated back into the ground. Then one of those two things happened he had woken up.

But little did he know. During his own nightmare. His real lover was writhing with him. In her own unique nightmare.

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Sophie shrieked as she opened her eyes to free herself from the dark mental torture of the nightmare only to be met by more darkness. The wind rushing by her ears filled it with a sharp whistling noise and the continuous pull downwards brought her to realization that they were still falling. Looking down at her the boy in her arms she smiled as she felt his hands tightened around her as if she meant everything to him. She secretly wished in her tortured soul she was. As quickly as the smile appeared it diminished as a bright light at the end of the tunnel signaled their approaching fall. Sophie shrieked as they passed the ring of light sounding the portal and began to tumble onto the thick layer of dead branches waiting for them down below.

Sophie shrieked once more as Rafal's grip loosened until he completely dislodged off her, leaving her to tumble down the darkness alone. She screamed as the trees swallowed her through, hiding the sun from her view with their blackened trunks. She could feel tears stream down her face as the branches scraped and stabbed at her from every direction. She heard the rip, knowing every time her dress caught a twig and stripped off.

After tumbling for quite sometime she finally crashed unto the briny snowy ground. Seeing a hole in tree line, she leaped up and made a run for it. Laughing  for joy at the sight of daylight she ran faster. The muscles in her feet ached and begged her to stop, she didn't. Not when she's this close. She let out a yell of shock as she stumbled on a tree root which sent her flying across the grounds. She grunted again as she landed even harder this time. Feeling the knock to the side of her head Sophie's eyes fluttered, threatening to close from the immense pain in her head.

Sophie groaned as she rolled over in the skin piercing snow, hands cut and smeared with blood from falling onto a particularly sharp twig, hiding in the white coat of snow. The sun seemed white and unrecognizable from the rest of the clouded white sky in her stinging eyes. Feeling her body slack in an attempt to run from the pain and cold, she began to gulp in the cold fresh air of the winter. She never acknowledged winter to be beautiful. It was cold and it snowed. It meant nothing to her. Until she met Rafal. So cold and sharp tongued yet so alluring and tempting. He seems to be embodiment of winter itself. He was evil and so very cold-blooded and yet you couldn't help but to be curious and to be tempted to try it out. You would now he was bad, everyone told you so, just like when people warn you not to play out in winter. And yet you would still go outside and build snowman, make snow angels and licking at snowflakes. You'll go out with a coat so thick, so not to allow him to get to you. 'Guess my coat wasn't thick enough,' she thought with a tired smile. "That was okay though, right?," a voice slurred out softly as a shadow loomed over her. "Yeah it was fine," Sophie replied, not needing to look up to know that Rafal was okay enough to talk to her.

Hearing the soft crunch of snow, she smiled wider knowing that Rafal was laying down beside her. Folding her hands onto her stomach, she waited for him to find a comfortable position. She giggled as she felt Rafal's cold hands wrapped around hers. She turned to face him and her smile waned sad, seeing the fear in his wide eyes. "You okay?," he whispered, his foggy breath reaching into her nose. It smelled like mint, wet dirt and cold water, so soothing. "Yeah," Sophie replied, pecking at his lips. She watched him smile wider and snuggled closer to him. "Do they hurt?," Rafal asked again, eyeing the cuts on her wrists and arms. Her feet was uninjured thanks to the long riding boots she wore under the her dress. "Not now," Sophie answered. Rafal sighed and slung his arms around her small frame once again. He landed a lasting kiss on her forehead before pulling away and whispering, "Come on. We can't stay here forever. You can't stay here forever. We need to find shelter." "Will the giant marble mansion I saw during my fall work as shelter?," Sophie asked, drowsily, from the shutdown from the brain damage slowly setting in. "I'll do fine love." "Good. Now we can stay here for another minute or two without bothering about blasted shelter."

Rafal chuckled and hugged her tighter. "Yes we can love."