JACK MISSION MYSTERIOUSLY DIES IN INSTITUION. PRIEST SAY HE WAS POSSESSED.

Seventeen year old Jack Mission was pernouned dead at the Instituion for the Criminaly Insane in Orlando Flordia September 15, 2007 when nurses found him laying on the bed, not breathing. Jack was sentences to life after confessing to killing his girlfriend, sixteen year old Ruby Windcalm, last year. Six months into his stay, doctors had said Jack started acting strange in ways of yelling, biting, hitting, and even attacking anyone he saw in the hallways, lobby, or anyone that walked into his room. When doctors couldn't calm him down, they called in the local priest and had him take a look, and they got excactly what Jack had been saying all this time.

"The moment I walked into that room, I knew this wasn't going to end well," Father Newman said, recalling his first day meeting Jack. "He was restrained and yelling something in another language as doctors and nurses ran out of the room. For the next six months, I've been visiting the Instituion and did everything I could to help Jack, but now I fear whatever had possessed him, had him completly under their control."

Doctors told police that after the one year anniversary of Ruby's death, they walked into his room to find him laying on the bed, not breathing. An autopsy was done and there was still no evedince on how Jack had died.


It was ten in the evening when Calleigh dragged her body into the dry house and out of the rain. Today was one of the longest, hardest, never ending days and she was afraid it was going to start back up again tomorrow. When Randy Woods left the station, she nearly ran down to the lab and asked Eric if he got a hit on any finger prints on the ax, but it was a dead end. All the prints he picked off belonged to Rick. There were no finger prints in the house that could link them to the killer, no prints on the glass, no prints anywhere. After Eric, she went to DNA and begged Valera to give her good news, but like Eric, they were at a dead end there too. She had cleaned that ax up and down for blood and all the blood samples came back as Rick's. It was like the killer flew into the house and killed Rick without touching him or anything. Sighing, she turned on the lights and set her keys on the side table before heading towards the kitchen for some well deserved ice cream.

"Hey Ryan, you home?" she hollered, opening the freezer and pulling a tub of ice cream out. Ryan had told her he had to make a quick stop before heading home and it seemed she beat him since she never got a response. Shrugging her shoulders, she scopped some ice cream into a bowl, placed it back in the freezer, and walked into the family room to catch the ten o'clock news, although she knew what was going to be on. She turned on the news and sure enough, Rick's murder was on and asking people if they knew anything to call police. Changing the channel, she stopped on a comedy show and relaxed on the couch, but that was interupted by a loud bang coming from upstairs. She set the bowl on the coffee table and slowly stood up, all awhile eyeing the stairs. What in the world was that? she thought, grabbing her gun from her hip. She made her way to the stairs, but didn't go up, and waited to hear that noise again. It never came.

"Ryan? Is that you up there?" No answer. "If you're not Ryan and up there, I want you to come down the stairs slowly with your hands on your head." Almost everyone around the neighborhood knew her and Ryan worked for the police so who would be breaking into her house? When no one came down she made her way up, but took the steps very carefully. Once she reached the top, she heard a knock coming from the spar bedroom and made her way there, letting the lightning from the room light her way down the hall. She stopped at the doorway and looked in with her eyes. "This is Miami Dade Police. Come out with your hands up." Still nothing. She walked in the room and the moment she was in the middle of the room the door closed and locked. She ran over and turned the doorknob but it never opened. Another noise behind her made her spin around in time to see a black shadow dart into the closet. For once in her life, she was terrified. Knowing she had to investigate, she walked over to the closet and opened the door all the way and turned on the light to find no one there. She moved some clothes around just to make sure and stopped when she happened to see a bundle of clothes that were on the floor behind some boxes and reached down to pick them up. Upon removing the clothes, her eyes went wide at the Ouija board, laying on the floor, splatter of red substance on the front of the board and around the edges. Flashback of the indent in the blood from this morning made her drop the clothes and back away from the closet. It couldn't be. Not Ryan. Sure Speed told her what was going on, but Ryan wouldn't do that. Would he?

"Calleigh, baby, what are you doing in here?" a voice asked from behind her. She turned around and saw Ryan sitting on the bed like he's been there the entire time.

"Ryan. What is this?"

Ryan tilted his head and smiled. "It looks like a board game."

"Yes, but why is it covered in blood?"

"Why? Calleigh, I'm sure you know why." Ryan stood up and stretched, his bones popping. He laughed when she made a dash for the door but he was a lot quicker now and grabbed her by the arm, throwing her on the bed. "What's wrong Calleigh?"

"Ryan, you have to snap out of it. You can't let him control you," she pleaded.

"But Calleigh, he's in need of help and I'm a CSI, and a CSI always helps thoughs in need no matter who they are."

"You didn't read the fine print then. It says no evil spirits trying to take over my boyfriends body counts as 'in need of help.'" She grabbed Ryan's shoulder and forced him off her so she could get out of the room. She could see in his eyes that Ryan was no longer there and she needed to get out of there before something else happens. She ran down the stairs and stopped just in time as the wooden chair that sat at the computer desk flew across the floor and hit the wall next to her. Rushing pass that, she grabbed the doorknob to freedom, but the door never opened.

"Come on Calleigh. You can't actually out run me," Ryan said behind her.

She turned around, back to the door, and tears running down her face. This was not happening to her. "Ryan, come on. I know you can hear me. You have to fight this. Don't let him kill me like he did Ruby!"

Ryan's eyes went red with anger as he nearly flew towards her and grabbed her under the chin. "What the hell do you mean like I killed Ruby? She was part of the deal and Jack was trying to back out. When you strike a deal with the devil you're bound to that deal until either the deed is done or death. Now, I think I've wasted enough time on this earth so it's time I put an end to this." Ryan/Jason touched that one spot on the back of her neck, knocking her out.

When Calleigh regained conscious, she sat up in the nice warm bed of the spare bedroom. She touched her body to make sure nothing was broken, marked, or if Jason had possessed her body. So far she was in control of her limps and was in control of her actions. She looked over at the closed door and saw a shadow on the other side. "Ryan?"

"So you're awake," Ryan/Jason said. "I must say thank you for the use of your phone, my dear. I never would've known where this Eric and Speed lives. They have Jack hanging around them, don't they?"

Calleigh's eyes went wide and jumped off the bed and banged on the door. "Don't you even think about it!"

"Think about what? Going over there and raise hell until Jack decides to come back to me? I actually was thinking that."

"You bastard!" She gave one last bang on the door and looked at the window. She would climb out, run over to Eric and Speed's place, and warn them what was going on. She walked over to the window and threw the curtins back, only to find metal bars on the window. "What the hell?"

"You like it? Didn't take me very long to do and I wanted to make sure you were safe when all this goes down. It was a deal I made Ryan before he turned his body over to me."

"Deal?"

"Yes. As long as your safe and his friends aren't hurt, to badly, I can take over his body until I have Jack and Ruby."

"What about the money?"

"That's what I need Jack for. Now, if you excuse me, I have a date with three guys right now. Two alive and one dead."