Author's Note:

AHHHH! Damn FF.net!!! They are really starting to piss me off!

*holds out a knife in a very "Jack" fashion*

First they go and take forever updating their systems now they mess up all their formats just to confuse you! I should just pay them their stupid money and get it over with!!!

*sighs*

Okay... enough of that... now, where was I? Oh yes... the next chapter to a rather monotonous tale... lets recap shall we?

Evy has just been clawed viciously by Hell's Winter, Dennis is two steps away from having a nervous break down, Kalina just appeared outa nowhere with the intentions of making things just a little more difficult for our psychic friends... and her sister is lost somewhere in the basement with a small army of violent and rather sadistic spirits on the loose who are just starving for a good kill... sounds like fun, doesn't it?

Okiddy... lets head for the library, shall we?

~ Genevieve (sounds better than Jenna, doesn't it?... I think so :-P)

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"Should we tell her about Serena?" Dennis whispered to Evelyn as they cowered behind Kalina, following her to the stairs.

"Lets wait till we're safe first..." Evy suggested.

"Well that could take awhile!" he added.

They made it to the end of the hallway, where they had first entered the basement, the stairs where nowhere to be found, in place of the staircase was now a glass wall.

"Great, now what?" Dennis sighed with frustration, raising his hands up then dropping them to his sides.

Kalina opened the leather bound book, searching for their location in the blue prints. As they stood by the glass barrier, suddenly the walls began to shift again.

"Oh boy..." Dennis muttered with concern as he glanced above and around him.

Slowly the walls slid inward, inclosing the small group in hopes to crush them. Kalina jumped backwards as the wall pushed against her, she bumped into Dennis, which sent him flying into a state of panic.

"Ah! Don't touch me!" he shouted, Kalina seemed to be more interested in grabbing onto her book than his well being.

Evy ran backwards to where the wall ended, out of the line of danger, but Dennis unstably fell to the side as Kalina recklessly pushed her way past him towards Evelyn. As he fell to the right Dennis found himself slowly being trapped inside a containment cube, as if he himself were part of Cyrus' collection.

"Oh god! Dennis! Are you okay!?!" Evy shouted to him through the thick glass.

Her shrills were muffled by the soundproof glass, all Dennis could make out was slight whispers of what she said, slowly he nodded. As he stared at Evy, Dennis noticed the sudden look of fright that came over her face, he turned just in time to see the chipped wood of the baseball bat swinging towards his head... the clear viewers flew off his face and shattered in a million pieces.

"NO!!!" Evelyn screamed in horror as Dennis was struck down by the Torn Prince.

Dennis whaled in pain as he fell to the floor, his head hemorrhaging and his vision blurry, all he could make out was faded screams of Evelyn as he staggered to his feet.

"What, where?" he shouted in confusion to Evelyn as he slowly regained his sight.

"Duck!" she cried, beating on the glass with tension.

Dennis ducked down, missing the ghost's swing by less than an inch, quickly he scurried towards the glass wall as it slide open... Dennis somersaulted past the spell engraved barriers less than a second before the sharp glass wall slammed shut behind him, locking the Torn Prince in the cube alone.

Dennis laid against the cold glass floor, staring up at the dimly lit ceiling over him in a daze.

"Oh my god! Dennis!" Evy shrieked as she ran over to where he laid.

She ran to his side, kneeling down to see if he was alright.

"Dennis, are you okay!?!" she asked, he didn't respond, only stared up at the ceiling in a stupor.

Dennis saw Evy above him, worry plastered on her face, she moved her lips but made no sound. Slowly Dennis drifted away from her, closing his eyes gradually as he drifted to another place and time...

The doctors threw themselves forward, trying to subdue the teenage boy who beat them away frantically. He pounded his fists at the men in white coats, but the pain seemed to affect him more than them, he fell backwards, pushing his body away from them as much as he could.

"Give me the needle!" one of them shouted to another.

The orderly handed the doctor a syringe filled with a sedative, carefully he pointed it towards the arm of the boy who squirmed on the floor. Orderlies threw themselves upon the boy's limbs, preventing them from contorting as the doctor injected him with the tranquilizer.

"DON"T TOUCH ME!!!" the boy screamed hysterically, slowly his screams faded as the sedative began to work, the orderlies backed away gradually at the sight of his sudden fatigue. "Don't touch me..." he muttered as his mind drifted away on the cold floor of the mental hospital.

"Put him a padded room before he regains consciousness." The boy overheard the doctor say before slipping away completely.

He awoke suddenly, the blinding white walls imprisoning him... they slowly began to close in on him, the boy jumped up and viciously clawed at the padding.

"NO! LET ME OUT!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as he beat against the cushioned walls. "LET ME OUTA HERE!!!"

The window on the door of his cell slid shut, blocking the doctor's view of him and his view of outside the room. The boy continued to pound violently on the walls of the padded room, despite that fact that no one was listening to his pleads.

"My patient, Dennis Theodore Rafkin, is a highly imaginative and energetic boy who seems to be suffering from a mild case of delusionary schizophrenia accompanied by an extremely aggressive antisocial demeanor." The doctor told the man in the black suit as they walked down the hallway of the isolation ward together. "If he continues to lash out as a danger to himself and others we will be forced to reprehend him with a straightjacket." The doctor informed the man.

"I'm sure he will become more timid as the years progress." The man in the black suit assured him.

"Yes... but until then I'm afraid I cannot authorize his release, you do understand Mr. Kriticos?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, I understand... until then..." the man muttered, disappointment sounding in his voice as he nodded.

The boy began to give up as he slowly calmed down, tears running down his face as he collapsed on the padded floor of his new environment, all the while wondering what it was he had done to deserve such a cruel punishment...

"Dennis..." the sweet voice of his mother called to him, slowly he saw her face, smiling at him lovingly. "Its time to wake up honey..."

"Dennis!" Evy shouted, calling him back to reality. "Dennis, can you hear me? Wake up!"

Gradually his eyes opened, trying to focus on what was in front of him.

"Mom?" he murmured from a daze as he looked up at Evy's worried face.

Evy smiled sadly, glad he was starting to come around.

"Denny, it's me..." she whispered, leaning over him as she lifted his head off the floor lightly. "Do you know where you are?" she asked, trying to bring him back.

"Hell..." he muttered, slowly trying to sit up.

"Yeah, welcome back." She sighed, helping him up. "Here... take these." Evy said, taking off her viewers and hading them to him.

Dennis put them on his face, moaning slightly in pain as the plastic touched the bleeding wound on the side of his head.

"Come on..." Kalina rambled to them as she found their location in the book's blueprints. "I think I've found a way to the library from here."

"Oh yeah, where?" Dennis asked her, rubbing his head despairingly.

Kalina only looked up at the ceiling pensively, Evy and Dennis both followed her eyes upward, sighing fearfully.

"Great!" he wheezed stressfully. "Just great!"