I should probably explain that this first chapter is just the intro. The real fan fiction starts in chapter two. Just so we're clear, I just needed to set the stage so to speak.

That is all.

Book 1

(Pilot)

Mirror, tell me something.

Tell me who's the loneliest of all?

Mirror, tell me something.

Tell me who's the loneliest of all?

Fear of, what's inside of me.

Tell me can a heart be turned to stone?

Mirror, mirror, what's behind you?

Save me from the things I see!

I can keep it from the world,

Why won't you let me hide from me?

Mirror mirror tell me something.

Who's the loneliest of all?

I'm the loneliest of all.

-Mirror Mirror, Jeff Williams

Magnus carefully thumbed through the pages of the book. It was an old book with frayed edges and yellowed pages. The spine was almost falling off and the cover was so faded it made reading the title impossible, but he knew this story very well. Romeo and Juliet an amazing play written by the genius William Shakespeare. He'd read it through a few times and he always found himself going back the scene with Juliet and Friar Lawrence when he gives her the potion. Magnus wanted that potion.

Over the years he had acquired quite a handful of enemies and with that potion he could trick them all into thinking he was dead. The freedom that would give him would be invaluable. He smiled menacingly at the book and with a snap of his fingers the pages flapped open loudly as if they were were being turned by the wind. Magnus felt a tug on his shirt and soon he was falling through words written hundreds of years ago, tumbling into a world, one that would give him the power of deception.

Theon's School of Freaks was appropriately named Chase thought staring at a particularly ugly specimen of freak. Jigsaw. She'd transferred to the school a week ago and he still had no idea what her power was. She was a loner and an outcast, keeping to herself in the back of the class as well she should be.

She looked like the monster humans thought they were, she was like to embodiment of all their freakish nature. It was like someone hacked her up and sewed her back together. Her skin was like a crappy patchwork quilt ranging from shades of translucent white to deep mocha brown all stitched together haphazardly with black thread. Her face was split into two shades; creamy white and dark chocolate brown. A jaggedly stitched line ran from the right side of her forehead, across her nose, to the middle of her left cheek, separating the two. Her right eye was so brown it was almost black and her hair on that side was silky straight black hair. Her left eye was a forest green hidden beneath poofy, curly, flame red hair. She was the bride of Frankenstein and hated by all. Even her sister, Aila, couldn't stand to be around her very long.

Jig caught his gaze and held it, her eyes questioning him, wondering why he was even looking at her. He frowned and refused to look away. "Freak." He mouthed and she dropped her head. At least she knew her place.

Mrs. Nibbs was halfway through a vigorating lecture about the effects of crystallized snail slime on the human brain when the door banged open. She looked up at the intruder. Dr. Fred stood in the doorway holding a gold piece of paper in his pudgy fist. Chase sat up straighter. Someone was to be given a mission.

Missions were given to students with great skill to assist the school and the paranormal community. They were a huge honor and they counted as extra credit. The more missions you receive the better chance you have in all aspects of life. He knew he would be picked this time. Grade B shapeshifters were hard to come by and usually very useful for most missions.

"Yes." Mrs. Nibbs held out her hand, but Dr. Fred shook his head.

"Sorry Ma'am, but we can't give you the details. All I am allowed to say is that we need your Grade A shapeshifter."

Chase's mouth fell open. Grade A? No student ever made Grade A. That meant the ability to change into any person of their choosing. Not only getting their image spot-on accurate, but also their voice and personality. It was almost impossible, there were only five in existence.

"Jig, you may go with Dr. Fred."

Chase felt a punch in the gut. That-that freak was Grade A? That's just not possible, but there she was standing up and following Dr. Fred out the door.

"I was both shocked and incredibly relieved to know we had a shapeshifter of such high caliber in our facility. Pray tell me, what is your secret to success?" Dr. Fred's eyes gleamed with delight and curiosity. Jig felt herself recoil internally.

"I was born like this." She muttered, following him down the green and gold hallways of the school.

"We have a very wealthy backer funding this mission, and I'm afraid it's going to be a long one. So long, in fact, that all of this year's classes will be waived. We need you completely focussed on the mission."

"What is the mission?" She asked.

"All in good time." He gave a secret smile and stopped, indicating that she should enter the room on her left.

Jig turned the handle. The door swung inward and she stepped through uncertain. The bright lights blinded her momentarily and she blinked repeatedly trying to get a good view of her surroundings.

"Welcome!" A loud, deep voice boomed. She felt a large meaty hand wrap around hers, shaking it up and down so hard her whole body jiggled. "I was so pleased when I heard we had a Grade A. I about peed my pants."

"I'm glad you didn't." Jig mumbled yanking her hand away with surprising force. The large bearded man in front of her was shocked at first, but he soon became merry, his laughter filling the room.

"You are full of surprises, young one." The man motioned for her to sit. When she was comfortable, he sat down in the large cushioned chair across from her. "I am Marius Waters. I believe you've met Fred, and over there is the fourth member of our company Nicholas Cowan."

"We're acquainted." Her lips pressed together in a controlled snarl.

"Very good!" Marius seemed oblivious to her mood and soldiered ahead. "The mission is a very peculiar one-"

Dr. Fred cleared his throat.

"Ah. My apologies." Marius gave a sheepish grin. "Before we begin we have to make sure you are up for the task. Through that door you will find Dr. Morrison waiting to give you a series of test. Don't worry, it's nothing painful-my dear, what's the matter?"

Blood, she could see blood everywhere. Dr. Morrison. A knife. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, her whole body shaking with fearful tremors. No. "I will not see him." She choked.

Marius looked confused. "Why ever not? He is the leading scientist in all paranormals. We're lucky he even agreed to this."

"I'm well aware of that, but I still will not see him." She managed to put more authority behind her words.

"I'm sorry my dear, but I'm afraid that I must insist. Nicholas, if you please..."

Nicholas approached her cautiously. He gently grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. She fell limp in his arms, the fear taking over her. He practically dragged her through the door and lay her on the examination table, the thin paper crinkly loudly as she was placed upon it.

Dr. Morrison took one look at her, sucked in his breath, and faced Nicholas. "Some privacy please. You don't want to embarrass the girl, now do you?"

Nicholas bowed respectfully and quietly exited, but shot her a worried glance before closing the door behind him.

"Jade." Dr. Morrison reached out for her. In a flash Jig was across the room, press tightly in a corner, gazing fearfully at the man before her.

"No closer!" She demanded.

The doctor scoffed. "Jade, is that anyway to treat your father?" He started walking towards her, but noticed her hands were sparking with electricity and held his distance. "Really?"

"You are no father. I don't want you touching me!"

"I am your father, don't be ridiculous."

She laughed loudly. "I'm being ridiculous? Me?! You're insane!"

Someone rapped on the door. "Is everything alright in there?" Nicholas asked.

"Everythings fine. She's just being a bit stubborn." Dr. Morrison assured the same time Jig yelled, "Get me away from this crazy bastard!"

In a worried voice Nicholas called back. "I'm coming in."

The doctor frowned. "Nicholas. You do not have permission to enter."

The door handle jiggled, but nothing happened. She could hear Nicholas cursing on the other side, but he couldn't step through. Marius was telling him to sit down, that the doctor knew what he was doing and Jig was just being a stubborn. There was nothing to worry about. Jig knew she would get no help from anyone. Panic set in and she began to hyperventilate. Phantom pain shot through her body, forcing her to the ground. Blood. There was so much blood. Dead eyes. Women screaming, children crying, her father laughing. No! He wouldn't do it again! Not again.

"No!" She screamed and electricity flashed between her fingertips and flew across the room, striking Morrison directly in the chest. He went sailing through the air landing heavily on the examination table. Panting, he glanced up at his daughter. She was staring at him with utter loathing. "You will stay away from me."

Instead he lashed out, his hand curling around her arm and dragging her to him. He pulled her into what might resemble a hug. Jig struggled violently, but her super strength seemed to have no effect on him.

"You weren't the only one I experimented on." He whispered into her hair.

Jig sucked in her breath and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Shocked he released her and she went tumbling away from him. He tried to grab for her, but she ducked and swung her leg around until it connected with the side of his head. He stumbled backwards, but she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him with one hand and punched with the other. She heard a sickening crack and the doctor cried out, begging her to stop. Triumphant, she dropped the pathetic creature at her feet and hurried out the door.

With mighty force she slammed the door and collapsed against it panting. She took a few deep breaths before realizes it was eerily quiet in the room. Slowly, Jig turned around and saw the shocked and surprised expressions of Marius, Dr. Fred, and Nicholas.

"He said I'm up for the job." She forced a wide smile, which became real when she saw their bemused faces. "Shall we begin?"

"Are you okay?" Nicholas approached her, standing closely. Too closely. Jig could smell him, like waterfalls and old parchment. It was a strange yet intoxicating combination.

She brushed him aside. "I'm fine. Though the doctor could use a looking at." She took great pleasure in their shock and concern as the scurried to the door to see Dr. Morrison facedown on the ground out cold. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and there was a considerable puddle of drool beneath his cheek.

Jig laughed. "I'll be upstairs if you need me." And left without a backwards glance.

An hour later Nicholas found Jig hiding out in the school library. She sat on a comfy blue chair next to the wall-sized window. The view was truly incredible. The school sat atop a high hill, next to which is a crystal clear river that forged a mighty path through the mountains to the valley below and fed into a glorious sky-blue lake. All around them were glowing mountains and a luscious, untouched forest.

"How can we be surrounded by such beauty, yet we are named something so foul?" Jig asked, still facing the window.

Nicholas was shocked, no one can hear him approach unless he wants them to. How could she possibly hear him? "Well Lord Theon was known for his sense of humor."

She looked at him then, her brown and green eyes filled with sadness. "Did you know him?"

Nicholas smiled briefly. "Yes I did. When he was younger, he-well lets just say he liked to cause trouble." He let out a reminiscent laugh. "He'd always dreamed of building this place, I'm glad he got the chance too."

"Why did you do it?"

"I beg your pardon?"

Jig faced the window, a dark expression crossed her face. "You were the one who revived me. You were the only one in the mission party able to do it. You carried me out of my prison and held me when I was too weak to hold myself up, yet when I was finally able to go to school, you ignored me. Why did you do it?" Her eyes filled with tears. "I needed someone to be my friend. God knows nobody else was going to do it and instead you fed me to the dogs."

He looked away, unable to face her. "I-I'm sorry." It was all he was able to say.

"That's it?" She cried. "'I'm sorry'? You hurt me more than anyone else here and all you can say is 'I'm sorry'? No explanation? Nothing?" She stood and grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking hard so he faced her. "How dare you?" Her voice was deep and threatening. Her face shifted and she grew. In a minute Nicholas wasn't facing Jigsaw anymore. He was facing his father.

"How dare you?" His father's voice boomed throughout the library.

Nicholas felt his knees give way and he collapsed.

His father released him with a sneer. "What a disappointment."

Nicholas blinked and Jig was facing him once again. She shook her head and walked away, leaving Nicholas shaking and broken on the floor. She paused at the door and looked back, guilt seeping into her veins, but then she remembered his cold stare as he brushed her aside and the guilt sunk back into the deep recesses of her brain. Maybe he didn't deserve this, but she didn't deserve to be treated like garbage. With that in mind, she refused to feel guilty about her actions.

"Ah there you are." Dr. Fred smiled at her and urged her to follow him. "Dr. Morrison gained consciousness about five minutes ago and says that he didn't actually get to test you." He gave her a knowing look which she pointedly ignored. "So we're going to try this again this time Marius, Nicholas and I will be present as well. Speaking of which where is Nicholas? I sent him to look for you."

"He had a run-in with his past. I don't expect he'll be there for the testing." Despite everything, the guilt was back.

"Oh what a shame. He was rather looking forward to seeing what you can do." Dr. Fred clicked his tongue. "Oh well. Come, we must hurry. Time is of the essence."

Jig was pleased to find that Dr. Morrison was absolutely terrified of her now. He watched with beady black eyes as he coward at the other end of the room. She made a sudden movement and he yelped jumping backwards, overturning a metal table it's contents clacking on the tiled floor.

"Sh-shall we begin?" Dr. Morrison as shaking as he held up a picture of Brad Pitt. "Change into him." She gave him a stern look. "P-please?"

With a sigh she thought of Brad and slowly she felt her limbs growing. In a moment she was a tall handsome celebrity. With a quick thought she became the vampire version of him. Her brown hair falling past her shoulders, her skin almost translucent, her eyes were a scary light green and her teeth were now sharp and pointy.

"You've condemned me to hell!" She screamed, just like Loughie had in Interview with a Vampire.

She shifted again to the older version of him, with wrinkled skin and greying hair. "Satisfied?" She asked.

"What about people you've never seen before?" Marius asked. "That's what we need you to do, change into someone you may have read about, but have never actually seen."

Jig was about to say that was completely impossible when something stopped her. Maybe it was that deep desire not to be a complete disappointment that consider the possibility of this task. "What do you mean?" She asked, her mind whirling with ideas.

Marius cleared his throat and glanced around the room. "If we were to give you a book and asked you to become one of the characters, could you do it?"

Jigsaw though long and hard. Maybe she could. "I'd need something of the authors."

"That would be quite impossible." The large man's shoulders sagged. "We need you to become either Romeo or Juliet."

"Why?"

Dr. Fred shifted uncomfortably and Marius wiped his sweaty hands on his baggy pants.

"Oh for Christ's sake. Just tell the mission." Nicholas appeared in the door, looking rather dashing. Jig could at least appreciate that. He was tall, very tall with long wind blown silver hair and silver eyes. His outfit looked like he took it right off the Once Ler's back, minus, of course, the Thneed. She had to admit, fedora's looked good on almost anyone. She could see well defined muscles through his shirt and if she wasn't absolutely livid at him, she might have-she wasn't sure what, but most likely something not at all appropriate given the situation.

"Fine." Nicholas sighed, growing impatient. "I'll tell her. Your mission is to accompany me through the pages of various books. A man by the name of Magnus is going into stories and stealing items that will grant him power. You and I need to try not only to stop him, but also restore order to the stories."

Silence.

"Jig?"

"Shut up. I'm thinking." Jig faced away from the group, her brow furrowed. "I will do it!" She decided, turning once more. "One thing though."

"Yes?" Marius was curious about this strange and bizarre creature.

"Why is he coming?" She pointed an accusatory finger at Nicholas.

Nicholas spluttered. "I beg your pardon!"

"He is my most trusted student, I would have none other on this mission!" Dr. Fred puffed, his face turning a shade of bright red.

Jig let out a long sigh. "If he has to...whatever. So! How are we getting into these stories?"

"That my dear," Marius grinned "Is the fun part."