It had been one month since the attack on the school, and everyone that was injured was healing up just fine. Sam was down in the jail cell, talking with the captured witch. "So Eva, how are you holding up down here?"

Eva talked to her from the other side of the cell bars, "Well… as good as a murderer can be."

Sam sighed and looked at her with both sadness and irritation, "How many time do I have to tell you, that wasn't you, that was your mother." Eva looked down at her feet.

"I… still can't believe she would use her own daughter like that…" She then screamed to the ceiling, "GAH! IT JUST PISSES ME OFF! LIKE REALLY MAN, WHAT THE HELL?!"

Sam leaned back in her chair, "Yeah, I guess being a crappy parent is just in the Gorgon family handbook."

Eva sat against her cell wall, "Yeah, I guess so. So, how's the whole concussion thing going for ya?"

Sam spoke up enthusiastically, "I've been cleared for missions! I can go back out there and kick ass again!"

Eva smiled a bit, "Good, just be careful out there. You don't wanna end up like me…"

Sam rolled her eyes, "You. Did. Nothing. Wrong. Stop blaming yourself for the evil other people do."

Eva just sat there and smirked to herself a bit while looking down, "You know the worst thing about being released from brainwashing by someone other than the brainwasher… You're guaranteed to remember every single thing you did while under their control…"

Sam gave her a sympathetic look when someone yelled down to her, "Hey, you're visiting time is up!"

Sam stood up, "Listen, they're gonna find you not guilty and then we're gonna hang out together, okay? Just like we did when we were kids."

Eva stood up and sighed, "I'm facing the death penalty you know."

Sam smiled to her, "They haven't killed you yet." Eva and Sam both chuckled as they did a fist bump through the bars.

"Alright, get out of here before they drag you out by your-"

Suddenly, they heard a different voice call down to them, "C'mon sexy! Didn't you hear them?! It's time for you to get your ass back up here!"

Eva raised an eyebrow, "Who was-"

Sam bolted up the steps, "Gotta go bye!"

When Sam burst through the door leading back up to the upper floor, she spotted Static walking down the hallway. "YOU!"

Static turned around and gave a smile, "Hey there." He leaned forward and puckered up his lips, "Did you wanna give your savior a big thank you kiss?" He wasn't met with a set of lips, but instead a brass knuckled punch to the face. Static held his now bloody nose, "What the hell was that for?!"

Sam stood before him furious, "YOU THREW ME!"

Static stared at her blankly, "I thought I told you not to question my methods." Sam then punched him straight in the stomach and grabbed him by the collar holding him close to her face.

"YOU. THREW. ME."

She let go and Static groaned a bit and smiled, "Y'know, you're a very angry individual."

Sam stood there with a scowl, "I'm only angry when people do something to piss me off…"

Static started walking away again, "Yeah, well you should really learn to just laugh stuff off. After all, what's life worth if you're not enjoying it?" Sam's expression changed from anger to a bit confused as she started thinking about what he said.

She then looked down with a low sigh and put her hand to her upper lip as she mumbled under her breath, "I'm not angry that often, am I?"

Just then Stein called her into the classroom, "Ms. Garret, could you come here please?"

Sam turned around, "Great, what is it now…"

She entered the room as she saw Rane and Cynthia standing in there as well. She walked up beside them, and stared at Stein who was now sitting behind his desk. "So, what's up guys?"

Cynthia responded, "No idea. The professor called us in here and he hasn't told us why yet." Stein looked up at them from his desk.

"I have a mission for you three. But it's going to be like no other mission that I've assigned to you before. You're chances of dying will be significantly higher than usual, but we're short-handed here for the time being, so we had to choose the best students we had for this."

Sam smiled, "Professor, you set'em up, and we'll knock'em down. Simple as that. So, where are we headed?"

Stein slid a file towards them, "Sweetwater, Texas." Rane tensed a bit when he heard the name. When Sam opened the file she got a horrified look on her face.

Stein leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh, "Yeah, this is a nasty one. Even worse than that Jack the Ripper case that Soul and Maka went on during their time here."

Cynthia took the file from Sam who had started to lean on the desk, as she groaned out in a semi-frightened and disgusted voice, "Who… WHAT could have done that?" Cynthia just stared at it and squinted her eyes in disgust. Stein leaned forward and spoke up once more.

"They're calling it… the Texas chainsaw massacre." What they saw inside the file was the inside of a farmhouse, with dismembered teenage bodies and blood everywhere. Stein continued, "The people living there think that one of their own is committing the murders, but we have reason to believe that it was an Afreet, or a being that is on its way to becoming a Kishin." Stein stood up and walked out of the room. "You'll have to go by car since we need the plane on standby." Stein shut the door behind him.

Sam scoffed, "Yeah, like any of us know how to drive…"

Rane stepped toward them, "I… actually have my license." Sam looked up at him with a surprised look.

Cynthia then stepped forward and closed the file, "You were awfully quiet during that whole meeting, Rane. Care to tell us why you're so against this place?"

Rane looked down at her and smiled a bit, "Yeah, nothing gets past you. Well… I actually grew up there." Cynthia and Sam both looked in disbelief for a couple seconds, then Sam spoke up.

"You… grew up in Sweetwater Texas? There's no way in hell! You're too clean and you don't even have an accent!"

Rane sighed and walked forward as he tossed up the car keys and caught them again, "C'mon girls… let's go grab some steak and sweet tea…" Both of them stared at him for a bit before following him out the door.

The next day…

All of them were in the car, Cynthia and Sam both being asleep, Cynthia in the passenger seat and Sam laying down in the backseat. They woke up to Rane's voice, "Okay ladies… Welcome to Sweetwater Texas." They both woke up and looked out the windows and slowly grew a look of shock on their faces.

Cynthia spoke up, "Are you… sure this is your hometown? I expected it to be… well… cleaner?" When they looked out the windows all they saw were the trailer parks and the open fields, along with the occasional diner and convenient store with a gas station in front of it.

Rane sighed, "Yeah… now you get a fraction of the reason why I left…"

Sam spoke under her breath, "Yeah, I'd move halfway across the world to get away from a place like this." Cynthia shot her a death stare. Sam stammered to pick up her words, "I mean, y'know it's… it's… nice?" Cynthia sighed and looked forward.

They rode a bit more into town before pulling up to a hardware store. They all go out of the car and they all got out of the car. Sam interjected, "Wait, I thought Afreets didn't use human objects. Don't they use whatever is built into their bodies? Y'know, like Jack the Ripper did with his metal claws?"

Cynthia leaned on the car and looked over at her, "Well, Afreets sometimes tend to take forms on what they used to do in the real world. As you said, Jack the Ripper used his metal claws, but when he was still a human soul, he was using knives. What their body uses depends on what they did while they were still human souls." Rane looked over at them, "Precisely. So, if we track down who bought a chainsaw, or most likely multiple chainsaw's in this case, then we can narrow down our suspect pool by a lot; and we'll start by asking the owners of power tool shops."

Cynthia looked at him with a little bit of disbelief. "You mean… there are shops here... that only sell power tools?"

Rane smiled a bit, "Welcome to the south ladies." He then got a grimacing look and started walking towards the store. "I'm surprised there's not a gun shop next door and a leather store across the street…"

When they walked into the store Sam whispered to them. "Hey guys, let me do the talking. No matter who it is, I always get my answers."

Cynthia sighed and shook her head as Rane looked at her, "You're… you're not going to hurt him, right?"

Sam winked at him, "95% sure."

She then walked to the counter as Rane fast walked toward her whisper yelling, "95%?! Hey, wait!"

Sam leaned on the counter and stared, with a scowl, at the 6'4" gruff looking man polishing the power saw. He slowly looked back at her, "Can I help you with something little lady…"

She got a bit irritated at the fact that he called her a little lady, but managed to keep her composure. "From two weeks up till now… Someone came in here and bought at least two chainsaws… we need a list of people that did that…"

The man stared her down, "…And who are you to come in here and start demanding my list of customers?"

Sam leaned in closer, "We're consulting with the police on a case. He would've said that the other one he bought broke. Now give us… the list…"

He leaned in closer to her next and squinted his eyes, "Well little girl, if you're with the police then you don't mind comin' back here with a warrant. Else you can go on and git…" Sam got an enraged look on her face as she grabbed the man by his collar with one hand and slammed the file down on the desk with the other. Rane stepped forward a bit, but Cynthia put her hand in front of him.

The man looked down at the pictures with a face of horror and disgust as Sam yelled at him, "You think this man had a warrant when he barged into this house, and cut up every single one of these kids?! You think this man plays by the goddamn rules?! Huh?!" The man looked back and forth between her and the pictures in a panicked state.

"Th-that ain't on me! None of that is on me!"

She took her right hand and pushed his face closer to the pictures, while still holding his collar with her left hand. This time she spoke in a calmer yet more cynical tone. "Yeah, you're right. But if you don't give us the information we need, the next group of teenagers that get chopped up; that… THAT will be on you…"

The man closed his eyes in terror, "Alright, alright! There was one guys who fits the description you gave! His name is Ed Gein, he's a regular here! Said he was running low on firewood and the first one he bought wasn't a high enough model to handle cutting the types of trees he was workin' it on! He lives on a farmhouse about twenty miles south from town! That's all I know I swear! Just take them pictures outta my face!" The man was closing his eyes and holding back tears.

Sam lifted his head but pulled him close to her face. "If you're lying, I'll come back… and I won't be so nice about it next time…" She snatched the file up and walked out of the store, with Rane and Cynthia following her. When they got outside Rane walked beside her and laughed in a bit of astonishment.

"Holy shit, Sam."

She smiled on the way to the car, "Yeah, it was kinda fun."

They took a thirty minute car ride until they saw a long dirt road leading up to a farmhouse. They all got out of the car and Cynthia spoke, "Okay, we all know the protocol… RIGHT?" She stared at Sam when she emphasized.

Sam sighed and put her hands behind her head, "Yeah, yeah, I got it." She got more serious as she stared up at the house in the distance, "Trust me… I wouldn't screw around with something like this…" Cynthia nodded as they all started walking towards the house. When they finally reached the top of the hill, Rane stopped them.

"Hold on a second guys. Before this all goes down, we should make sure it's him. Like we said, he would've turned into an Afreet for the last case of murders ONLY."

Cynthia nodded, "That's right. If this man really is the Afreet, there would have to be evidence of it here somewhere. Most likely in the barn." They all nodded as they headed to the barn doors.

Rane pushed on it a little and looked down, "Dammit, it's locked…" Sam then threw her fist forward, which she had transformed into her brass knuckle form, and broke open the giant double barn doors.

She walked in between them with a grin, "No it's not." She walked forward as Cynthia chuckled and shook her head. When they turned on the lights, they couldn't believe what they saw.

Tens of bodies hanging from the ceiling, dismembered and torn apart. Sam leaned forward and put her hands on her knees with a sick and horrified look, trying not to puke. "What… what the hell… How can someone even do this…" They then heard a calm and unsettling voice behind them.

"You kids really shouldn't be here…" There was a man standing behind them holding a chainsaw.

Rane stepped forward, "So… it WAS you… Tell me, how long have you been doing this? Killing people and dismembering their bodies."

The man gave a slight smile and a laugh, "Oh, how you degrade my work…" His smile turned to a scowl and he got an irritated tone, "That really pisses me off… I don't just DISMEMBER them, I turn them into works of art. Peel open their fleshy, UGLY outside, and release their silky red velvet insides."

Rane squinted his eyes in distain, "So why did you change your M.O. for the kids at the house?"

Ed smiled and shook his head, "I felt like it. Do I need another reason?"

Sam stepped up with an enraged look, "Shut up! You're a psychopath, a murderer, and a son of a bitch! AND I'M GONNA ENJOY TAKING YOU DOWN!"

Rane held out his hand, "Sam, wait!" Sam screamed and ran forward.

Meanwhile, at the DWMA…

Stein was in his office, planning his next class, when Spirit barged into the room. "Stein, we've got a problem!"

Stein looked up at him, "Spirit, I've expressed how much I don't care if you run out of pleasure points at Chupacabra's…" Spirit ran up to him with a panicked face.

"This is serious! That mission you sent those EAT student's on; it wasn't done by an Afreet!" Stein looked at him with an inquisitive look as Spirit continued. "It was done by a weapon!"

Stein's eyes widened and his cigarette dropped from his mouth. "Oh… no…"

Back at the farmhouse…

Sam screamed and ran forward with her fist drawn back in brass knuckle form, when suddenly, they heard a chainsaw rev. Sam stopped in her tracks when she felt something warm and wet spill onto her face and clothes. She got a completely shocked and horrified look as Ed had a chainsaw struck through his chest. The chainsaw got pulled out and Sam flinched at the extra blood spatter. As soon as Ed's body fell to the floor, they saw the real perpetrator standing behind him, with his hand partially transformed to a chainsaw. It was Giriko. He smiled down at Sam, who sat there with a purely terrified look, as he spoke, "Sorry girly, I shoulda warned you that the front row was a splash zone." He then stood there and laughed as he revved his chainsaw and walked towards her. Rane ran up and kicked the side of Giriko's chainsaw hand, and spun around in one motion and punched him in the face. Meanwhile, Cynthia ran over and picked Sam up as she moved her to the back of the barn.

Cynthia grabbed Sam's shoulders and spoke frantically, "Sam! Sam, are you okay?!" Sam just sat there with the same terrified look, almost like she was frozen. Cynthia gritted her teeth and looked down, "I'll be right back… Just stay here…" Cynthia stood up, but before walking away, took off her trench coat so she wouldn't have as much blood on her.

Rane looked over at her, "How is she? Is she okay?" Cynthia looked back at Sam, who had somewhat a good view of the fight that was about to take place, but was too petrified to really notice, let alone care.

Giriko stood up and rubbed the blood off his lip as he laughed, "You got one hell of a right hook kid, I'll tell you that. Oh and, sorry if I scared your friend over there. But she was on the right track."

Cynthia gave him a cold stare, "Yeah… and what's that?"

He looked at them with an evil grin, "Her anger is like mine, and just like me, she should take it out on anyone she feels deserve it." He then broke out in laughter as he transformed both his hands into chainsaws. Cynthia and Rane both got into fighting stances as Giriko stared at them with an extra bright red glint in his eyes. "JUST LIKE I FEEL YOU TWO DESERVE IT!" He then turned his feet partially into chainsaws as he launched himself forward at full speed with them. Both Rane and Cynthia rolled out of the way in their respective directions, as Giriko spun himself around. "Don't worry, after I'm done with you two, I'll end your friends suffering!" Just when Rane and Cynthia were getting nervous, someone came up behind Giriko and knocked him out cold by hitting their hand on the back of his neck. They breathed heavily with a sigh of relief as they saw Justin Law standing there.

Justin walked up to them, "Are you children harmed? I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner, but I came as fast as I could. I've been tracking Giriko for months now."

Rane and Cynthia nodded as Rane spoke, "We're okay… but…" They all looked over to Sam who was still sitting there with the same expression, covered in blood.

"Is she harmed?" Justin asked.

Cynthia shook her head, "No… not physically, at least…" Justin looked down sadly, then looked back at him.

"Listen, I'm really sorry that you and your friend over there got dragged into this… I should've stopped him sooner… Do you guys think you can make it back home by yourselves?" They looked at him with disbelief as he continued. "I know, it's very rude of me to ask, especially as a weapon of the former Lord Death, but I must get Giriko back to the academy and locked up as soon as possible, and the best way for me to do that is to use this item to teleport him and I back to the academy. So… will you be able to make it back?" They looked at each other and nodded. Justin responded with a smile and put his hands on their shoulders, "As a weapon of the former lord death… I can whole heartedly say that you all have done well today." He looked back at Sam then looked back at Rane and Cynthia, "I hope your friend recovers soon." He then walked toward Giriko and picked him up over his shoulder. He threw a ball up in the air that turned into a blue shining circle. Then, with a flash of blue light, they had vanished from the premises.

Cynthia walked Sam out of the barn, while Rane carried her trench coat. Cynthia looked Sam in the eyes, "Sam… Sam, it's over now. You're safe." Sam, for the first time since it happened, moved her eyes and looked up at Cynthia. She then looked down at her shirt and pants that were covered in blood.

Her eyes widened with horror as she started wiping her hands on her shirt, "Get… get it off!" Cynthia looked at her in shock. She's never seen Sam like this.

Cynthia walked up to her, "Sam- Sam it's okay."

Sam stepped away from Cynthia and took her shirt off over her head. "Get it the hell off of me!" Tears started to roll down Sam's face as Cynthia and Rane stood there and let her wear herself out, as Rane spoke with soft concern.

"Sam…"

Sam then pulled off her pants, "GET IT OFF!" After she got off her clothes, and was down to her underwear, she collapsed on her knees with her head in her hands. Cynthia leaned down next to her and hugged her.

"It's over, Sam… Let's go home…" Sam buried her face, which was still covered in blood, into Cynthia's shirt. Rane walked over and took off his shirt and handed it to Cynthia.

"Here… give her this… I have a spare in the trunk…" Cynthia put the shirt on Sam as they all walked back to the car.

After they stopped and bought Sam clothes, and stopped by a motel to wash up and get their clothes clean, Rane stopped at a gas station. Rane got out of the car and Cynthia turned to Sam in the backseat. "We'll be right back, okay? We're going to get something to eat." Sam just sat there and looked out the window with a grimacing stare. Rane had just finished filling up the car when Cynthia walked back with a couple bags of food and drinks for the road. "Ready to go?" Cynthia asked.

Rane responded, "Yeah, let me just-" Just then they heard a woman's voice.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Timmy."

Rane's eyes widened as his body tensed. He turned around with a cold stare. "Hello… mother…"

Cynthia got a surprised expression, "Timmy? Mother?"

The woman gave him an angered stare. "I thought you weren't never comin' back to this town boy? Thought you were, 'too good' for us bible thumpin' hillbillies!"

Rane looked down, "I told you, mother, that's not why I left…" He looked up at her slightly, "I left because no one cared about me… because you didn't care…"

The woman got an enraged look, "What did you say boy?!" She raised her hand and sent it forward to slap him.

Just then, Cynthia put up her hand and grabbed the woman's wrist and stopped the slap. The woman took her wrist and pulled it away from Cynthia's grasp. "Just who the hell are you?! You his new hot topic hipster whore of a girlfriend?!"

She looked at her with a cold but composed look. She then calmly spoke to the woman, "When you were young, you took ballet lessons like a good little Christian girl, but you could never succeed at it. Your mother was disappointed and your father was a drunk who never paid attention to you anyway."

The woman looked at Rane, "What's she goin' on about? Tell her to shut up!"

Rane looked at her with surprise as she continued, "Then, when you were in high school, you signed up for a beauty pageant, but when you entered and people started talking and you failed to succeed yet again, it was apparent to you that your mother never loved you because you were a 5'3" 250 pound ogre that no one could ever truly love."

Rane looked at her even more shocked as the woman stepped closer to her, "You better shut your skank ass up before I slap the shit out of you little girl."

But Cynthia just continued talking. "When you went into your adulthood, you wanted to feel something from another human being so you took the only person who would take you, which was an abusive horrible human being who you called a husband. Then when he found out you were pregnant he left and you gave birth to a baby boy, and decided you would try one more thing with your pathetic life. But yet again you failed. You failed at the one last thing you had to try. You failed to succeed in making your child less successful than you!"

The woman stared at her wide-eyed for a moment, as did Rane. Then, the woman backed up with a nervous look. "You… you and your whore get out of here… and never come back…" The woman then walked away as Cynthia stared at her with distain.

She then looked up at Rane with a still and kind expression, as he was still in shock. "Come on… Sam's waiting for us."

He looked at her with a sincere look, "Y'know… That's not a good way to make me stop loving you."

She looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, "Telling off your mother makes you love me more? You're weirder than I thought." They both stood there for a moment then laughed a bit. Then, they got in the car and drove home with Sam, after an exhausting day.