So this is what iv been doing for the last few months. I'm overhauling the whole thing. I'm hoping to make major improvements on the story. Ill make some notes later, please enjoy!

Prologue

(the doctor)

The music rasped lowly through the speakers, some tune from his youth, "Baker street" I think it was, that eternal sound of the saxophone reverberating in to room on and on carrying its high tune into oblivion. His delving curiosity gave him autonomy wile he worked into yet another sleepless night alone in his office. The monitor threw its icy glow on Stine's face and it was by this light he knew contentiousness. How free it was, the keys at his finger tips were all that was between him and all the knowledge that he could consume. The 'no smoking' sign over his desk laughed in his face for he knew that the itch had again come to disturb him and he would not disobey the sign. Then suddenly the one light went dark, this fallowed by a churning sound that slowly faded into silence, Stine sat up and looked around. He was a tall white haired man with a youthful face, one could assume he was the age of forty but very gracefully aged, behind his round framed glasses his lonely gray eyes seemed to see through all whom he met. The more ominous features were what turned those people away. First and most obviously was the giant screw through his head, though some would call it a bolt. One large turning head through his right temple and the threads sticking through his left. The next was the one long black mark like a line of stitches from the center of his upper forehead crossing the bridge of his nose and under his eye and vanishing somewhere behind his left ear. There were others like this around his body, surgical scars, reminders. His cloths were stitched in a similar manner, his lab coat tattered and stained at the sleeves, even his boots had stitches. He rolled back in his favorite chair (also with sevral lines of stitches) on the concrete floor making a squeaking sound as he rolled on. He stopped at the window and like an energetic child sat up on his knees and peeked through the blinds. He grabbed the string and pulled them up, then pushed the window open. The power was off for the entire block, though in the distance he could see the DWMA well lit with its Gothic spires reaching into the sky to meet the laughing moon above. A dog barked somewhere in the stillness of the night, this was the time at which reasonable people were asleep and therefor the power would more than likely not be restored in the amount of time that he needed so he would need to solve this problem on his own.

(Crona)

in the basement of laboratory another lay disturbed from rest. Crona had curled herself into a ball. She was a sheepish timid figure, by he shaking she obviously had some traumatic fear of the dark. Her light pink almost white hair could barely be seen in this darkness by the more perceptive. Her long thin awkward A-sexual frame tucked in her arms she could not bare to open her soft eyes with white pupils and black corneas. She moaned, her voice almost cracking in dispare, her breaths heavy. "please."she whispered faintly "d-don't do this, come back on." Crona had a small problem with the dark, and yea like Jay-Z before her she had at least ninety nine problems but her fear of the dark that stimmed from her traumatic childhood was the most relevant to the moment. She made the mistake of cracking her eyes open to be met with the void of darkness, it was like the air was sucked out of her lungs and she closed her eyes even tighter than before, her sporadic breathing nearly suffocating her. She took a sharp breath. "ooooh..no no no no, why did I do that?!" she moaned, her eyes fluttered in some hope that if she opened here eyes there would magically be light again. She then realized weather or not she kept her eyes open it was the same, she was equally as screwed staying balled up with her eyes closed as she would if she tried to find a source of light. She crawled up her bed to where her night stand was, it was bare save for her lamp and a picture of a blond haired girl. She tried the lamp but of coarse it didn't work. She took a deep breath and made a small jump from her bed but tripped over her own feet face planting on the concrete floor a white flash of pain bursting through her head, she cluctch her pounding head with her hands. She felt a wet streak of her blood. (her blood is black..we'll talk about that later.) fall down her face she sighed, she knew that she should have stayed put.

Stien felt around the inside of his kitchen drawer, he was sure that at one time there was a flashlight in the drawer but he hadn't seen it seance the last time the power went out, he may have even robbed the batterys out of it the last time his TV remote stopped working. "curse you Stien your lack of forsight will be your undoing!" it was full of the useless junk most people find in thier kitchen drawers, rubber bands, coins ,monopoly pieces the cover of the box set of season 3 of The Rat Patrol. He gave up, he didn't know what happened to it, the Slender Man or the Fairy fucking God Mother stole it for all he knew. He took out his cell phone and fiddled with it for a few moments and cycled through the settings putting it to the brightest setting using it as a make shift flashlight. As he started to his destination he forgot that the drawer was open, he broke it snapping the flimsy wood spilling the contents on the floor. He sighed in frustration with himself. He stepped over the mess and continued, with one last look over his shoulder he spotted it, on the ground amongst the junk was the flashlight sticking out from the inside of an oven mitten.

The hallway seemed a dark but enchanted place even in broad daylight, every time Stien walked the narrow hall of the east side of his sprawling house it only got longer, the feelings locked behind the big metal door at the bottom of the stare case kept him awake at night, the specter that lurked behind it was his only source of remorse and regret, that he could not have been a better man, a better father. "were did you kidnap the child from?" he heard his voice from that night not so long ago, he waited for his brain to recreate her reply. "Iv been waiting to tell you this." he heard Medusa's laughter "its the best part you know." "that's someones child!" he remembered the way she shook her head. "she ours genius." there was a synapses in his brain that quivered every time he remembered those words. "cant you tell? Damaged goods, just like her father." he felt himself on the edge of the abyss every time he remembered...no actually he was on the ledge of the stair case staring glassy eyed into space sort of like a toothless mountain yokal after sniffing to much gasoline, he tilted forward, he snapped awake as he felt himself fall. He let out a bark of fear as he tumbled down the stares, his flashlights hitting almost evry stare loudly on its way down after him he hit the bottom of the stares, he gripped his nose as blood gushed from his nostrals like a dule fountain of blood. He stood up "ah. Damn!" he felt of his aching bones. He leaned on the door taking breaths, he picked up his flashlight, the embarrassing part if not a little disturbing is this was not the first time he injured himself in the same way though he completely forgot what he was thinking about. He fished through his pocket for the large metal key to the door. Crona's was a complex case, lord death would let Stien keep her for whatever he intended under the circumstances that she was his respectability, that he kept a watchful eye on her but he still had not told lord death what Medusa told him nor had he told Crona, he couldn't bring himself to tell her, but she came to see him as her guardian like Maka was her savior. He was happy to let her help him with experiments and payed her an allowance until she would be payed to carry out missions for the academy. He slid the iron key into the lock, the reinforced metal door clanked loudly as the tumblers fell into place. He knew it wasn't necessary to knock since she was likely asleep. He slipped into the deserted room. Her living quarters consisted of one main room a small kitchen to the side, a bathroom and a bed room, her lifestyle seemed somewhat normal at a glance but something was wrong about the whole picture. There didn't appear to be a single mirror in her room, no cups or dirty dishes were present there was a thick layer of dust, all framed pictures were sat facing the wall save for those of a blonde hared girl in a few, she had a stack of light bulbs in the corner though she had never needed to change one. He shined the light over the black space, moving in the stillness. On the floor ten feet away was a twitching black mass. He would be ashamed that the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. The black mass twisted upward like a wicked stalagmite. A horrified cringing face locked eyes with him. The pink hared specter let out a moan. "Crona!" the air was cut by Stien's small bark of primal fear. Crona was still, her white eyes shifted up to him. She slumped over. "are you okay?" he knelt down. Crona nodded "I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else." he put his hand on her shoulder "its going to be okay. I'm going to turn on the generator, were going to get some lights on." he handed her a flashlight. "keep the light on me so I don't trip." she nodded, Stien stood and started across the room, on the far wall in the kitchen there was a hatch on the wall marked "General Electric" you see weather you need to restore electricity to your house or a motor for a M134 7.62 NATO caliber mini-gun GE has you covered. He opened the panel, cobwebs hung from the inside, he brushed them away, there was a black switch like a standard electrical breaker sticking out from the inner workings, he flipped the switch. After a moment there was a small hum from behind the wall as she machine began churning from its tank the fule which was idle for quite some time. The lights were Dim for a moment and became brighter as a few seconds passed. Crona took a sigh of relief, she turned off the flashlight and made a small smile.

Stien sat down across from Crona. She really should have been in bed she had school the next day this being at the same school Doctor Stien taught at, but more on that later. The generator wasn't strong enough to pull power to a stove so Stien hooked up his portable Bunsen burner and put it on Crona's table. He put a pot full of water with tea bags, she was amused at this, making ones tea in such a way. "Mary might start asking questions if you start coming into class so tired." Stine said with a smile her way. She smiled back but looked at the table "she understands, its going to be fine." he made a huff of laughter "yeah youll be fine." he leaned back in his chair and watched as the water started to boil. "Crona." he paused and looked up at her again, She didn't look back. "you mentioned that you thought I was someone else?" her eyes suddenly met him with a face as if she had suddenly been accused. "who did you think it was?" she didn't answer, it was only a curiosity to Stien an ignorable concern. He was ready to accept her silence as an answer as it would only hurt her more to pry. "i thought-..j-just for a minute, that you were my mother." neither of them spoke for a very long time.