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Hey there folks! Yup, another case of Writer's block has hit me, and so, another chapter goes up. Hope you enjoy. 'Into the Void' belongs to NIN. Oh, if you don't like swearing, you better turn back now.

"Tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away

Tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away

Talking to myself all the way to the station

Pictures in my head of the final destination

All lined up (All the ones that aren't allowed to stay)

Tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away…"

Tapping my pen to the song's almost hypnotic beat, I try to come up with a workable "The Fragile Pt. 14." I can't count how many pieces of paper I've tossed in the garbage can because they weren't good enough.

Reaching over to my bookcase, I grab a bag of Strawberry and Crème Crèmesavers I had picked up at the store only a couple of hours ago. Making a mental note, I decide to tell everyone that reads this chapter that they should all buy a bag (or two) because they're delicious.

"Hmm…okay…should this be from George's P.O.V. or from Dana's?"

"Make it from mine," A voice says, the man's shadow slightly darkening the KoRn 'Issues' poster I have in my bedroom. "I'm much more interesting."

"What the fuck are you doing back here?"

"Just checking up on unfinished business," Jack replied blandly, reaching for a cigarette. Watching him, I wave my finger back and forth.

"Ah-ah-ah…you light that fuckin' thing in here, I'll lay the smackdown on your candy ass."

"Now you should know better than to threaten me with a good time," Jack said with a faint smile.

"I mean it. I got a size 11 boot with your name on it."

"Oh, very well." Jack sighed, then glanced critically around the room. "KoRn? Why do you listen to such filth? Michael Jordan's a has been, and Mulder couldn't catch a cold if someone sneezed on him."

"Ooh, now you're in my doghouse, pal," I threw the notebook down on the bed and went nose-to-nose with him. "Now you're pissing me off."

"Am I?" Jack looked slightly amused, and that just pissed me off more.

"You're Goddamn right. KoRn is pure genius. Their frontman, Jonathan Davis, is one of the best mother fucking singers out there, and they're music has been known to save depressed and abused kids from committing suicide.

Michael Jordan is God. Thou shalt not take his name in vain, or you'll get bitch-slapped."

Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really? What about Mulder then?" He cocked his head towards the picture of David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson that I have."

"He's a close second…a very close second."

Jack just shrugged and grabbed my notebook before I could stop him.

"Icequeen, I'm ashamed of you…you haven't written hardly anything."

"That really makes me feel bad, coming from you," I reply sarcastically, grabbing my notebook and sitting back down on my bed.

"It should. Hey, where's that rose I gave you before?"

"Gave it to Robin. I think she's building a little shrine to your 'serial-killing greatness' in her house."

Jack beamed with pride.

"You see? Now that's how I'm supposed to be treated."

"As a God? Riigghhhttt…"

"Well you and the rest of your SABER pals treat Bailey that way, don't you?"

"Oh, poor Jack…are we feeling bitter?"

"Well, it's the truth."

"Well then, why don't you tear out a couple pages of a phone book and throw darts at them Jack. That'll make you feel better."

"I know of only on thing that'll make me feel better…" Jack suggested slyly. Glaring up at him I give him my 'I'm-in-a-bitchy-mood-right-now-so-don't-fuck-with-me' look.

"You even think about it Jack, and I'll write in that you've been popping the Viagra into you like it was candy."

Jack gasped.

"You wouldn't! I don't have erectile dysfunction! You can't do that!"

"My story Jack…my rules."

"You really are a nasty woman, aren't you?"

I conceded that with a nod of my head.

"I try to be whenever possible."

"And to think I used to like you…"

"You wound me," I reply before turning my attention back to my story.

~*~*~*~*~

Dana, you knew that sooner or later he was gonna do this. Why are you so surprised?

I'm not…I just…didn't expect him to mention THAT.

He wanted to make you angry, Dana, make you lose your focus. Did he succeed?

In a way he did, yes. But I'm more pissed off at Fiona right now than I am him for needling me like this.

As you should be.

~*~*~*~*~

"Not a bad start," Jack replied grudgingly.

"I'm so glad you approve."

" Are you always this sarcastic?"

"Do you mean to normal people or just to sociopathic serial killers? Anyways, it's yes to both."

"That's what I figured."

~*~*~*~*~

Bailey's glaring at Fiona, knowing that she's up to something. Fiona only smiles innocently and says nothing as I walk towards the sliding glass doors of the hospital.

"Going somewhere, Agent?" Fiona asks, as if I needed her permission to leave.

"Yeah...going to see Bailey's injured agent."

~*~*~*~*~

"So her and John are gonna chat."

"I want my character to interact with mostly everyone in this story to some degree."

"Hmm." Jack sat down in a chair and stared out my bedroom window. "Do you realize how long it's been since I tortured someone? I mean, really tortured someone?"

"About a year?"

"Exactly. No one's been giving me anyone to torture for the longest time." Jack sighed, and for once, I actually felt sorry for the guy.

"Well, if you really want someone to torture, I suppose that could be arranged…"

"Really? It could?"

"Yeah. Hold on." I begin to write on another piece of paper.

~*~*~*~*~

One minute, the woman was behind bars, and the next minute she was driving an old junker down a dirt and water covered tar road. Pine trees and snow were on both sides.

Am I dreaming this? Oh well, if I am I'm not complaining. At least I'm out of that jail cell. The woman thought to herself, but kept on driving until she pulled into the first driveway she saw.

Whose house is this? The woman walked up the stairs of the maroon house and opened the door.

~*~*~*~*~

I grinned as the front door below opened rather hesitantly, and Jack frowned.

"Someone's here."

I smiled.

"You said you wanted someone to torture…"

"Hello?" The woman's uncertain voice floated up the stairs, and Jack grinned.

"I'm going to enjoy this."

"I'm sure Rachel will disagree."