Note: good looord above~. These chapters are geting longer and longer. Crazy how much I can write in five separate nights threw the week. I'm producing content like never before! I would love to hear what you jiggly readers have to say about what has been written so far, so if you have a comment pleas leave one. Any suggestion an ware the story should go next? Leave a comment and well..who knows.. ill more than likely comment back unless its hate mail or a death threat from deranged male-crona fan.

(iv already gotten three mail bombs and a bag of anthrax, it was funny at first now its jut inconvenient)

anyway enjoy.

(from the journal of Crona Stien)

I'm on a boat and I'm miserable.

I cant go outside or ill throw up, soul called it the "sea sickness"

I didn't know the see was sick. Is it viral? What if I go back

Home and spread it around? We'll have a full blown pandemic!

Death City cant handle that! So I locked myself in the ships

bathroom with some food and water and I'm going to wait for

the sickness to burn out. If no one hears from me again,

I love everyone.

(mean wile in the ships cabin)

"there you are." Maka was siting in the cabin looking at a map of Iceland, the great big frozen (and yet still on fire) rocky island would proov tricky to navigate seance just use directions like "turn left at the volcano." or "if you run into the iceberg you'v gone to far.". Soul sat at the booth and put his head in his hands "why." he simply said. "why what?" she asked not looking up from the map she try'd in vain to memorize. "we could have just taken a plane like civilized people, but no were taking a boat instead!" "soul the airports closed, their was a volcanic eruption and the air is too full of ash for planes to land or take off." "then why couldn't this have just waited? I'm freezing my tits off and Crona's in the bathroom puking her guts out" he pointed to the long line of sailors at the bathroom door waiting to use the bathroom. "those guys are guna chop the door down if she doesn't hurry up." "throw her overboard!" they herd one of the men yell from the line. "now wares the place were going and when do I get to eat?" "you'll get to eat when the jobs done." she try'd to focus "swine.." she muttered under her breath "what as that short stack?". In the hall the restless sailors had enough, one of the me kicked the door down with a little more effort than it should have taken, "no noooo! Stay back! Ill vomit on your shoes!" they herd Crona threaten in a miserable tone. Soul started sifting threw some grainy photos. "whats this?" "evidence." Maka began "the villagers have been attacked by some woodland beast that showd up a few months ago "woodland beast?" Maka shrugged "I don't know, they swear up and down its not a bear. Besides the souls a missing from the corpses they find. "corpses? So its probably not a meister. If it was the body's would just evaporate. Kinda like when that Manson guy ripped that soul out of that bodys chest cavity." "right. Trouble is what could they consider a beast that's still eating souls?". Crona was tossed out of the bathroom, her arm popped out of its socket and made a sick cracking sound, she rolled a few feet like a rag doll, she sat upright and popped her arm into place not seeming to feel any pain "ow you guys...that was so mean..." she staggered to her feet and shuffled over to the table and sat next to Maka and, she sniffled and slammed her head into the table and just. "is she okay?" soul asked not sure if he should be concerned "hmm? Oh yeah shes fine" Maka smiled and went back to studying the report.

(Death city grave yard, just outside the city limits, Sunset.)

"that's Stien's place there" Medusa pointed at the house in the distance, it was a speck from the distance, "I see. He's the morbid type isn't he, choosing a place with a grave yard view." "i guise you can say that." Araknia pulled a pack cigarets "need one." "i don't smoke. You know that." "suet yourself." she said lighting herself one. "You know Medusa, if you don't want this life anymore ill take it for you." "Medusa was barley listening, she was to buisy thinking about Stien, she was so close, she could run to him, if only... "i can take it all away, I'm your big sister, you know, id do that for you." Medusa looked at her feet "you could never." she felt something poke her in the back. She knew she was screwed, "you want it all?" Araknia turned the safety off the revolver she had in her hands "you don't even want it. You don't want this life, now its mine." Medusa decided to just give up, there was no point anymore, she struggled long enough, she clung like a barnacle on a boat that capsized long ago. It was pointless to fight for a man who would never love her, to try and redeem herself to a chilled that she knew hated her, if Araknia wanted her army of cowards she could have it, "take it." their was no hesitation from Araknia, she didn't feel anything just recoil.

(Reykjavik Iceland)

the harbor of the capital city was gray and misty, rain water collected on the roofs of the white washed row housing, their was a fishing wharf nearby and the smell of wasted fish wafted thew the air. The kids were supposed meet a guide who would take them to the village a hour away in the lower reaches of the mountains. His name was Storn, a native of the land and at one time a DWMA student, with his soul eater Dima, Storn was a muscular man with blond hair, tattoos and a bear, he looked like a proper barbarian, Dima looked much the same except a bit shorter he took the weapon form of a brod-sword, "welcome to the island, forgive us, its not much these days." Storn said as the walked threw the harbor. In the distance some men huddeld around an oil barrel, one of the men tossed in a couple of bundles to get a fire started. "what are those guys doing over there?" soul asked walking along with his hands in his pocket. "some of the people have resorted to burning there money to stay warm." Dima elbowed him in the ribs "it was a joke, settle yourself." Dima spit on the ground "yeah but things are ppretty rough.". Crona looked around at the bleak surroundings, it was almost like Russia in island form, she adored the place, like it was a place she could spend allot time, a poetry to it she could see the underlying grammar of the place she understood the beating of the islands heart...or maybe it was the side effects from the sea sickness pills she taken erlyer, Ether way she was pleased with the place at the moment. They loaded up into the back of a truck, the air was brisk and some of the roads were less developed so they were spotted with potholes or they were gravely or sometimes both. Dima tryd to keep up a conversation but he was sticky on his English and didn't get a lot of what they were talking about. They Enjoyd the scenery but eventually the would need to get to work.

(back at Death City)

Medusa was surprised to see light as she slowly opened her eyes, she was groggy and very numb come to think of it she couldn't move at all but that was beyond her at this point, she just tried to get her brain to work but it just wasn't firing on all cylinders, it was like a rusted ingenue locked up and uncomprehending, the light was to bright to see but she new that evryonce and a wile someone would lean over her. After a wile she herd whispers and movements but they sounded so far away, she new she herd a few songs playing in the background softly playing, ever so lightly "Hear I go again" by White Snakea song she always liked, Franken had it on keset tape and they listened to it all the time. After her visan came into focus she still had a hard time placing ware she was but she knew an operating table when she saw one. "pass me they thread, ill sew up the wound." she knew that voice, it was Franken's so she knew things would be okay. she still couldn't move, more then likely they had given her a strong sedative. She just let the sedative do the work to bring her back into sleep, perhaps her loving boyfriend would fill her in when she awoke.

"I'm not helping you with this. This is just..messed up." spirit crossed his arms and gave Stien a firm look. "well whatever, if you don't want your hands in this I cant say I blame you. But I'm not letting her die." "you could get in a lot of trouble for this you know." Stien worked on sewing up the exit wound in Medusa abdomen "shes the mother of my chilled. Would you want your x-wife to do the same to you spirit?" "its different Stien my wife isn't out to murder everyone." Stien was quite wile he worked for a moment. "pleas spirit I'm asking you, don't say anything about this." spirit looked at the uncontentious women on the table "whats your plan with her anyway?" Stien paused and twisted the bolt in his head, Spirit was held in tension as the clicking noise echoed threw the room, the last loud click came as the tumblers fell into place. "cant say not knowing spirit, I haven't thoght that far ahead." Stien looked at some charts and made some note. "she was dead for around ten menuts..and that's just when I found her." he made a sigh. "iv brought yet another dead person back to life" "if it were anyone else I'm sure it'd be considered a miracle. But sorry if I'm a little cynical." Stien shrugged at spirit "pleas hold your applause. Thiers no telling what effect this could have on her brain."

(hours later)

'the last free bed in the house. Its all yours for now.' he had placed her in his bed and he pulled up a chair. Crona probably wouldn't be back for a couple of days and spirit lounged around in the living room, all that Stien could do is sit and wait. He read a book to keep himself occupyd, he watched her in sleep pondering what he would do with the women or what she would do to him. The silence killed Stien, it made him think to fast, that was the purpose of the bolt to stop him from thinking to fast a sort of reset button if he came to far out of focus, he had to have twisted the thing a dozen times during the wait but their was noting he could do, their was nothing else he wanted to do. "Franken" he herd her say. Stien looked down at her with eyes of pity, "yes Eureal ?" he used the name that she hadn't herd in so long. "do we have work tomorrow?" "no go back to bed." he said closing his book. His suspicions had been confirmed.

"Memory loss? Like amnisa or what?" Stien shook his head"not exactly. A relapse. Her mined has restarted in a different time. More than likely her subconscious will fabricate a new reality, and a repressed persona has taken over." spirit squinted "what if she finds out the truth? What if Crona came home? Wouldn't that make some sort of paradox?" "the brain is an unpredictable machine spirit, our brains can lie, never doubt that." the door opened to Stien's room. Medusa poked head out, she looked at Stien and spirit for a moment, they looked back and no one said a word, it was a curios look on her face, like waking up after sleeping threw half a day and wondering why you weren't woken up. She took small steps to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair and sat next to Stien, she looked at them both wondering why they weren't saying anything. "good morning..is something wrong?" her voice was soft, not commanding and harsh like usual. spirit looked out the window "yeah something is totally messed up here." "oh? whats wrong?" "spirit and I were just debating a hypothesis I had come to last night" Medusa shrugged "oh well we all cant be as bright as you Franken." Stien looked at her and back at spirit giving him the "see? I told you." look. If spirit liked Medusa just a little bit more than he'd admit that he was a somewhat amused by her change in personality. "Erureal." Stien began "do you by chance know ware Crona may be?" " hmm well I believe she left on a trip somewhere, I think it was Europe? Iv been so covered in research the last few day it been hard for me to pay attention to anything. And then all that busines last night.." spirit shook his head "that's just uncanny.." Medusa laughed "you two are acting awfully strange. What are you up to?" Stien smiled "its nothing rely, were just making sure your okay after what happened is all." she didn't seem to understand, she felt on her abdomen with her had and ran in across the bandage "yes I'm fine, I just..cant for the life of me remember what happend." "its hard to say. You do have enemy's after all." Mary came into the kitchen she froze when she saw Medusa at the table "uh..huh.." she decided to just not ask question "Mary have have you seen my goody syringe kit? I'm afraid iv misplaced it." Mary shook her head "i see, your all acting weird today." she looked at Stien "well if it doesn't interfere with your little skeem I'm going to get to work." she pecked his cheek, she got up from the table and walked to the lab. She opend the door and found the light switch. She paused looking over the lab, the three onlookers in the kitchen watched curiously as she silently scanned the room, then she became still. "whats she doing?" spirit whisperd "her brain is working to further construct her reality. Putting all the pieces into place. Its going to happen until the lie is fool proof." "that's nuts." "nuts indeed spirit...nuts indeed.."

(the wilderness of Iceland, 3:00AM)

"its time to piss on the fire and call in the hounds" Dima said after drinking the last bit of coffee from his thermos "maybe it was a bear after all. A soul eating bear.." Maka tried to keep herself awake by staying close to the fire "no no we cant leav, we cant just go home we've come to far for that. The wilderness was dark, smoke was pulled like ribbons from the dieing fire "well kill this thing eventually, the damn thing is obviously a coward. It wont even fight a few mean looking children." "hey me and Maka have killed over three hundred Kishen, were not just mean looking children" "yeah yeah and I punched Genghis Khan in the balls, we can make up battle storys all night but the fact is that were waiting around for nothing." Crona was wide awake, her eyes hadn't seemed to have closed seance the sun went down, she herd the crunch of every twig all the animals moving around in the Forrest. "hey boy. You alright? Why haven't you spoken?" Crona slowly turned her head, she gazed at him with shrunken black eyes "its coming." Dima didn't understand, he raised an eyebrow "what?" their was a rustling in the woods, somthing moving then stopping every few feet, it hid uselessly it was like trying to be stealthy in a tank. The big clumsy foot steps got louder, everyone redyed themselves staring into the deep unconsoling wilderness. It came like a tornado ripping threw a trailer park, a speeding juggernaut ripped its way threw the tent, it knocked over a gas lantern sending its light bouncing around, Soul took scythe form and Maka took position, Crona swung out her nodachi, the heavy wide blade made a howl as it sliced threw the air, Storn took Dima in hand now in his wepon form. The three had the mass surrounded, it pulled the tent off of its frame and cast it aside. This was not a bear. What they had was a great northern troll, this specific breed was native to the land and were usually docile unless provoked, this one was different it had obviously sharpened its claws, its fur had been matted, clumped and looked unhealthy, most woodland trolls had beady white eyes and faces concealed by hair, it was close to a bear but a feral great troll could fight a bear and still have enough fight in it to take on three more.

Storn charged in onely to be smacked away by one of the trolls long massive arms. "he's got to much reach, I'm useless in this fight Storn, we have to let the kids handle it." Dima spoke to Storn in his native language. "take him out, and don't get to close!" Storn shouted trying to get to his feet. "your so furry...why aren't you fluffy Like a bunny? It isn't.." Crona twitched "it doesn't make seance!" she shouted and took a swing at the troll.

(back in the lab)

Stien watched her from across the room, he would pretend to work a sneak looks over to see what she was doing, she had a live live crocodile on the table, She study it for a moment and place a very small top-hat on its scaly head, "hmmmm..." she wrote something on the clip bored and tossed away the top-hat. 'not a lot of Medusa like activity. Though she still appears to have an affinity for reptiles...' he set some test tubes aside "any plans tonight Eureal?" "plans? Stien you know my life revolves round work. Ill just be here." she picked the alligator up around its stumac and carryd it like it was a puppy, she sat it in a cage and it curled up under a heat lamp. "Besides seance what happened I probably shouldn't be out and about." "yes. Are you alright?" she smiled "yes Franken I'm quite fine thanks to you." Stien went around the lab table "tell me again. What exactly happened to you?" she sat in one of Stine,s rolling chairs. "the last thing I remember is talking to my sister. It had been a long time. It wasn't a good conversation ether." "so I'm going to say it was Curnel Mustard in the parlor with the candle stick.." Stien scratched his chin wile using his top natch bored game based crime solving ability's "no Stien you fool..it was Araknia." "do you remember what the conversation was about?" Medusa thought "she said that she wanted something. I'm not sure what though. Dose that make any seance to you?" "no.. I don't know" that was a lie, Stien had a good idea what happened, but he wasn't going to tell her. Now that he had a taist of what she was like before, he couldn't let her know about that life.

(back in Iceland)

the beast had been warn down after a brawl that lasted nearly fifteen minuts and yet the troll still hung on. "I'm going to make a final blow so stay outa-my way!" make shouted, she rushed the beast and craned her soul eater around "soul resonance! Jinni hunter!" the scythe glowed a glassy green and grew longer than usual in a elongated triangular for "no n- no that's not right!" she was caught off guard by the unusual blade, the blade cut down several trees near the troll but didn't even touch it. The troll took its opportunity to charge Maka, I roared and stabbed its gruesome claws threw her gut. "Maka!" soul shouted As the beast tossed them into a tree, it paused for a moment a contorted in sudden agony, its chest jutted forward as Crona's blade inmpaled the it frome behind "brutal harakiri! execution!" she sliced threw its chest cavity with terrifying eases like a hot knife threw butter all at an amazing speed. she formed a triangular patern ending by forcing the blade up and to the left ripping threw the collar bone and out of the body of the now mangled troll. The twisted expression on her face spatted with thick red blood "what do you know..it isn't black like mine..." she sliced the blade threw the air slinging the blood off the blade and placed it gently in the sheath, she suddenly pulled herself back to reality "Maka!" she shouted frightened what may have happened. "its okay, I'm fine" soul helped her walk with his arm draped over her shoulders, she removed her hand from her gut, small black scab like tissue began to form over the wounds "did you kill that thing?" soul asked a little surprised. "yeah my first kishen." Crona couldn't help but feel a little proud of herself "you can have it soul I'm just glad Maka okay.." she started bighting her finger nails. "how generous of you." soul rubbed his hands thinking abut the succulent soul that now huverd about ware the troll once lay, "I knew having you as a partner would pay off." Maka pulled him back "soul you pig, she slew that thing its hers." "why would she eat it? Shes not a weapon." Maka shook her head in disapproval, ad looked up at Crona "go ahead, well catch the next one." Crona nodded "gosh its been so long.." she plucked it off the ground "i forgot what it all felt like. But I didn't forget how to do it.." she held it in her hand "well eat up if your going to its getting cold." soul scowled at her, "but how do I eat it don't I at least need two slices of bread?" soul put his face to his palm "its not a sandwich, just swallow it!" she try to open her jaws as wide as possible and held the shimmering green orb in front of her and then pulled it away. "never mind..I'm- I'm just going to let him have it." she took the odachi from the sheath and crammed it into the sheath and put the sword back in. "seance were one, it doesn't matter who devours the soul. He can still become one of lord Deaths weapons." "speaking of Death Scythes. What was that thumb of god move that you pulled Maka."

Maka tilted her head "it was just like the incident with the jinni hunter technique, that's what I try'd to do but it came out all wrong." Storn sat back with Dima watching them from the camp fire after extinguishing the flames that sprouted from the over turned gas lantern. "look at them, Better in a fight than us when we were at their age." they stared into the dieing fire "I think their probably better than us right now."

(from the journal of Franken Stien)

what do I do with this women? Shes in my home, a ghost of my past that turned out to be the enemy of today and the mother of my chilled. She is not only going to create a stir in Crona's anxiety but she is also an enemy of the city. The presence of her sister will inevitably be problematic for us all. Is reefer legal in the state of Nevada yet? I most likely will need to acquire and ample supply by the time this mess has been sorted. And yet it feels good to have her back, Medusa is still herself, still cold, but for me she always has a smile, ruthless is she with her scientific pursuit her drive and ingenuity can only be matched by my own. Gone are the insults and her desire to make others feel worthless for her own short comings, ware has this side of her been? Why did she suppress it all for so long and why did her brain damage cause this sort of effect? Answering these questions may lead me to an inconvenient truth.

ultimately her fate lies with our daughter.

(and now 11 questions for Medusa...)

whats your favorite move?

Medusa: Snakes on a plane.

Who inspired you to be an evil villan?

Medusa: Cobra commander.

whats your favorite band?

Medusa: White Snake.

And your favorite song?

Medusa: Duran Duran's "Legan of the Snake"

your favorite video game?

Medusa: Metal Gear Solid: Snake Eater.

has their ever been a car you dreamed of owning?

Medusa: hmmmm yes... a Viper.

Can you tell us about your father?

Medusa: I would but some would say hes a snake in the grass.

Whats your favorite household tool?

Medusa: a snake light.

Ever have a job before you were a witch?

Medusa: yes I was a plumber, I used to snake drains.

Whose your favorite comedian?

Medusa: well I'm rather amused by Monty Python.

You seem to know a lot about martel arts, what dojo did you study in?

Medusa: cobra kie.