Disclaimer: I don't own TT or The Ring.... Wow, I actually wrote a normal one.

Thank you faithful reviewers, reviews are like a box of chocolate, you never know what kind your going to get (Damn Forest Gump). Anyways, like I have said, the personalities are going to be a monstrosity of OOCness. –laughs- No, Kori is not Raven's daughter, but I was going for a whole 'big sister, little sister' approach. Ok, less approaching, right? O well. Now I have come to my decision, I can't give them powers. I just don't know how to incorporate them. If you have any ideas please tell me in that REVIEW YOU ARE GOING TO POST AFTER YOU READ THIS CHAPTER. K?

Now, I am so sorry Got Homework, but I just had to write more, one on top of the other, again sorry.

Meh, this chapter is going to be the last stupid, none horroish chapter. I hope. This is the chapter before she watches the video. I'll try to write the next chapter right away. (I'm sick, I have nothing to do, I am bored, I do not know the definition of suspense.)

So uhh.... -gulp- lets get this over with.

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"Metrion, you missed work yesterday. Why? Better be good." His words.

She looked up. She had been walking hastily towards the small cubical known as her office. He was over at the doorway, waiting for her.

"Yea, sorry, I had a hangover."

"No you didn't. You don't drink. I make sure of it."

She smiled. No not really. She never really smiled. She would just plaster on these fake ones, just to make people leave her alone.

"Yea, I'm sorry. I had a funeral to go to."

"For who?"

"Old high school friend's girlfriend."

"Ahh." He said knowingly. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that she died."

"Yea."

"My sympathies."

"Like I believe that."

"You make me sound so mean."

She stared at him with an incredulous look on her face. He was tall, dark, and handsome. (((aqualad)))

'Weird.' she thought.

"Hey, you got that Henson report done yet?"

"I'll have it done for tomorrow."

"You better."

"I have a new topic, I wanna cover."

"What's it about?"

"That girl I told you about, her name was Jennie Hexane. She is the youngest person to have a heart attack in the tri-city area."

"That? That was in the Gotham City Tribune two days ago."

"Yea? Well I putting a mew spin on the story."

"What would-"

She had left to her cubicle.

"Due Thursday!" he tried to tell her, but she was long gone.

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'Jinne Hexane.

Matthew Morace

George Cunningham

All three.

Dead.

Jinnie Hexane- 'Jinx' died Friday the 8th; heart attack. 10:00 pm. Causes of attack: unknown

Matthew Morace-'Mammoth' died Friday the 8th; suicide. Found at about 9:30 am the next day. Autopsy revealed he had died at about 10:00 am. Cause of suicide: Depression? Note: Committed suicide with shotgun. Note: Was on experimental drugs for growth and strength.

George Cunningham-'Gizmo' died Friday the 8th; car accident. 10;00 pm. Cause of wreck: car swerving. Note: had growth development problems.

The Death Video?'

These were her notes.

Her notes.

After a whole morning of researching, this was all she could find that was note worthy.

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She walked out of the store in a bad mood.

Things were not going well.

She had a bunch of dead kids, weird dead kids, but no real leads.

She was on her way to the bus stop.

The photo finishers had been all the way downtown.

Damn finishers.

She was walking past, with a certain grimness in her heart.

A disappointing feeling.

She began to walk slower, to flip through the photos.

They made her angry.

Just to see her with that, that 'giant' it was crazy.

Vic was a pretty tall guy too, but this guy was 'Jack and the Beanstalk' giant.

It was weird.

The photos were everything you would think them to be.

Three innocent kids, on a camping trip.

The photos went from nature, to a cabin.

'A cabin.'

It didn't phase her till the last photo.

The faces.

Just as Tim had described the magazine photos in Jinx's room, twisted and scratched out.

Twisted.

It made her tremble.

She had completely stopped walking to stare at this.

All of them. Faces, twisted.

Astrange.

Creepy.

It dawned on he.

The picture was posed for, outside a cabin. A cabin with a dark red, beautiful tree outside, and a sign that read 'Cabin 12, Wivesfields Wilderness Cabins'.

She was gonna have a terrorific day.

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"Pick a card, any card." His words.

"No thank you."

"I insist."

"Uhh" she slowly lifted her fingers, and reached for one of the face down cards.

Seven of spades.

"Do you see it?" his words.

"Yes."

"Do you have it memorized?" more of his words.

"Yes."

"Put it back."

"Okay."

"Is this your card?"

Ten of hearts.

"No."

"This?"

Four of hearts.

"No, I'm sorry." She plastered on her famous fake smile. "I really need to ask you something though."

"Shoot." He said, meaning to tell.

"Last Friday," she hesitated and looked at the old man behind the counter. A shock of white hair, a big nose, overalls, and male pattern baldness, beginning to form. (((Mumbo))) "Did you, happen to have, three kids, about my age, a midget, a giant, a doll faced girl, in cabin twelve?"

"Cabin twelve? Why yes. You happen to know those kids? They never paid for their stay."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Kids that age," he said, stairing at her with slight suspicion, "Tend do not pay, sometimes."

"Yea, I am sorry about that," cue the fake smile, "Did anything, that you know of, happen to the kids?"

"Not that I can say."

"What about" she searched for words, "Did they have, or leave a video?"

"Not that I know of. They rented a video, though."

"Rented?"

"Yea, we don't get cable in some of the cabins, so we rent videos."

"Ah," she said and turned to see a bookcase of thin, old videos, "That's quite a collection."

"Indeed." He hesitated, "Again, you know those kids?"

"Uhh, not well."

"Hmmm, next time you see them though, you gonna tell them about me?"

"Uh, sure, if you would like."

"Good."

A phone rang in the room behind them.

"One moment," he turned and walked away. She could barely hear the mumbling of a 'hello?'.

She took this time to stroll over towards the bookcase of videos and look.

A blank tape.

It had jumped out at her. From pure evil? Maybe. From the fact that every other video had a case? Most probably.

Her eyes darted at it.

No title.

No cover.

No anything.

'That was it.' She thought.

Her hands were just about to touch itâ€.

"Now this," he shouted, "Is your card."

A jack of spades.

Fake plasted smile. "That's it."

He smiled with her.

"Do you think I could stay in a cabin, just for a brief nap before I hit the road?"

"Sure."

"Cabin 12?"

He walked off shouting, "One moment please."

He came back about 30 seconds later.

He gave her the key, she gave him a ten.

Gone.

The strange, girl, the strange video.

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Now that was the absolute WORSE chapter I have ever written.

Damn.

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