Jonathan's ears were assaulted with a scream of rage from Thompson. Although he had kept a cool demeanor with Gordon, Jonathan was terrified. So, he turned to the only other person in the room for help.

You rang? said Scarecrow.

I need your help! I don't know what to do. I can't take him on by myself and I didn't bring the tranquilizer gun with me! You have to help me!

Don't you worry about a thing, Johnny boy. You just sit back and watch the show. And just like the previous night, Jonathan had a feeling come over him and he lost all control of his mind and body. But something was different this time, Jonathan couldn't see through his eyes. He couldn't hear what Scarecrow was doing.

Scarecrow! What's happening! It was as if Jonathan was in a soundproof room that didn't have a light. He was in the dark and Scarecrow wasn't answering. Jonathan tried calling for him again, but it was no use. So Jonathan waited and waited. It seemed like an eternity, but in reality it was only five minutes.

When Scarecrow finally said, All done. Jonathan regained control of his mind and body. As his vision slid back into view, Jonathan's first sight was Gordon with his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. "I am impressed Crane. I didn't expect you to knock him out within the first two minutes."

"Well, thank you. But I really must be getting on with the other patients." Jonathan was freaking out internally. He had, apparently, just taken down the toughest inmate in less then two minutes, the rest of the three he was guessing he had put Thompson in the straight jacket and given him his medicine, and he didn't remember a thing.

Just as Jonathan had taken a step forward, he heard Gordon's walkie talkie, "Gordon, the entire place has been searched twice and no sign of the killer."

"Are you sure?" Gordon asked.

"Absolutely."

"Fine," Gordon sighed.

"Well, I guess you don't have to follow me anymore," Jonathan said.

"Okay then. But be careful; the sensors that we used don't always detect everything."

"No need to tell me twice," said Jonathan, with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Scarecrow! Jonathan screamed (internally) as soon as Gordon was out of sight.

No need to shout, Johnny boy. What can I do for you?

I want to know what the hell happened back there!

What do you mean?

I couldn't see or hear or feel anything! It was almost as if you had taken over my body completely.

I did.

What! Jonathan screamed.

I did. I figured that it would have been too much of a traumatic experience so I took control.

Don't ever do that again! I need to be in control of my body at all times! Do you understand me!

Of course. And with that closing note, Scarecrow slipped away to the hiding place in the back of Jonathan's mind.


Hello my little ducklings! You have my profound apology for not posting in months. Although I have excuses, none of them are good enough to excuse me not posting in so long (with the exception of perhaps that my mother broke three of her ribs and I had to take care of her and my sister (who just got sick recently and isn't getting any better) and the fact that the computer had been boxed up for a long time) so you have, not only my deepest apology, but a promise that the next chapter will be up soon. When I cannot say at the moment, because I have a story in the works, and so far, it sounds awesome, so that may take up some of my free time. But, what I can tell you is that I have a good ten pages of work already done on Love of Fear, they just need some reworking because, I wrote them at least a year ago. You see, when I came up with the idea for Love of Fear, I got board with the beginning and started writing the middle. So, when I wrote the next few chapters, it was a while ago and some things happened in the chapters I have posted weren't planed in the things I haven't posted. So I have to go back and rework the things I haven't posted to fit with the things I have.

Love,

Celia