*Hey all! Who's a terrible author? I AM! Who sucks? Come on guys, say it with me, who sucks? WUNDUFUL-WHITE! Haha... Also, sorry this is short. Just a note, the girl I mentioned in the last chapter(Cameron) is going to have a one shot chapter in my Journal! It's under my profile as 'A Day in the Mind...' if you want to look for it. It's not written yet, I think I'll wait a bit to release it. Unless you guys desperately want to know what's up! ;) Anyway, here's this! And, as mentioned on my profile... I like fanart... So if anyone wants to give it a shot... I would love you. Even if it's not good. And you'd get a cookie from me! :D*

A loud crash echoed through the dark cavern as a handsome man in a gray suit slammed into a wall. His head drooped, a moan of pain escaping his lips. The spirit of winter shot across the room, swinging his staff across the man's face, whipping it to the side. He groaned a little louder, but Jack cut off his cries with a sharp kick in the stomach.

The spirit of love grabbed the boy's foot, twisting it, and bringing him to the ground. He grappled on the ground for a moment with him, trying desperately to snatch the hooked staff from him before it shot ice at his face, piercing his skin like tiny knives. Cupid cried out, grasping at his frozen face and trying to stumble to his feet. Jack launched himself at the older spirit again, but he was ready this time. He smacked the boy's staff and arms to the side, bringing his knee up into the pit of Jack's stomach as he fell. The breath shot out of Jack's chest, leaving him gasping for air, while Cupid snatched his staff off the ground and threw it aside.

"There!" He cried with an air of pride, "You're not so big and bad without your little stick, are you?"

Jack glared up at the gloating man, still hunched and searching for breath, "Oh trust me, I really am."

He propelled himself off the floor, again aiming for to hurt hum as much as he could. He threw a fist into Cupid's stomach as he flew at the man, followed by a few vicious punches to the face as well. Jack no longer cared to find his staff. he would inflict as much pain as he could by his hands alone. Relentless, Jack backed the man up to a wall, his face nearly unrecognizable underneath the bloody, blooming bruises and cuts developing there.

Within moments, Cupid's cries of desperation rang shrilly in the room, "Please! No! I made a grave mistake! I'm sorry!"

But Jack didn't stop. He knew Valenciao wasn't sorry at all. And he wasn't going to give in to the whining, insufferable prick knowing that.

Jack could no longer think. He could only process that there wasn't enough of Valenciao for him to punch, scratch and slap. It was the kind of relentless pain that wouldn't let him breath enough to recover his thoughts. Within seconds, the spirit of love was delirious with pain, and could no longer speak. But within those same few seconds, he wasn't himself anymore. Jack let out a strangled gasp and stumbled back, horrified that he'd hit that face.

Hannah's face.

Hannah's body.

Hannah, bloody and bruised in the same spots where he'd hit Cupid repeatedly. His chest heaving with horror, he stumbled over to the beaten body, glancing repeatedly over his shoulder to see a much more whole Hannah still tied to her chair. Mind muddled, he turned to the battered body before him, unsure of what to do.

"Jackson..." The healthy, real Hannah had a look of horror plastered on her own face. She didn't know how to react to the sight of her own body so abused.

"Jack," The winter spirit's head whipped toward the fake Hannah, still unsure how to act. He felt like beating the fake would hurt the real Hannah, and he wasn't going to chance that. "Jack... You wouldn't hit the girl you love... Would you?" The demented face smiled, a horrible grimace that made jack shudder to look at.

For a moment, all was still. The abducted girl sitting rigid in her chair, the forever teen crouched and frozen in a battle of the mind, and the cheap copy of his love giggling hysterically at the pair of them.

Then he moved.

Jack stood up, snatched his staff up from the floor, and walked over to Cupid, towering over the body that mimicked Hannah so well. The abused face fell, realizing that Jack had not taken the bait. Cupid's last resort had failed.

"No, Cupid... I wouldn't." Jack rubbed his hands over his staff, examining it how a mafia boss examines a fun before shooting it. "But I'll tell you what..."

He looked Cupid in the eyes, lowering his staff until it was aiming right at the bridge of his nose.

"I'd be willing to kill anyone that hurt her."

And with a chilling silence, Cupid's world went black.