This chapter is another one that you kinda need to read my story "The Origin of Betelgeuse" to really understand what is going on (the last segment anyway)

'Let me die,' Lydia's mind plead, 'just let me die…'

What Harry had done to her the night before was beyond punishment. She could still feel his weight on top of her and his disgusting voice telling her that she belonged to him.

("Betelgeuse even told me so…")

Did Betelgeuse really hate Lydia that much? Did he really think she deserved to be sexually violated and tortured? Would have he done the same to her if he wasn't trapped back in the model?

Lydia cried into her pillow ignoring how her throat was raw and her spine had left her paralyzed. Tonight he would finish her off once and for all…

A doctor walked in casually before seeing Lydia naked on her hospital bed. Scratches ran down her body and her hair was matted to her face. "Derek! Derek get in here at once!" the doctor hollered with a petrified look.

Another doctor rushed into the room with a bewildered gasp. "My God! What in the name of Danny Elfman is going on?"

"This is worse than I thought, Derek…look what she did to herself this time…"

Lydia couldn't believe it. 'They still think I'm a nutcase!'

"Get Dr. Causewell in here; and the girl's parents…we may have to transport her to Daremore…" Derek instructed and the doctor walked out of the door.

"Its okay, Ms. Deetz. We are going to get you professional help." Derek assured with a calm tone and small smile.

Lydia let out a small cry of anxiety; Daremore was an asylum. "No…" she whispered hoarsely, "I didn't do this to myself, Doctor…"

Doctor Derek nodded silently, but Lydia knew that he was only doing it to comfort her. He thought she was crazy. Crazy like the poor protagonists in the horror movies she used to watch; the ones who no one believed and when they did, the madman had already silenced them for good.

(Dead men tell no tales…)

Two more doctors entered the room wheeling a gurney in between them. Lydia's heart began to race as they reached for her with their gloved hands. "NO!" she screamed but it was more a raspy cry, "I'M NOT CRAZY!"

The doctor's all exchanged glances and one of them pulled out a syringe and needle from his pocket. "Now just relax, Ms. Deetz…Just relax…"

Lydia was far from relaxed. The very word was foreign to her. They were going to knock her out, strap her to the gurney and take her away…

(They're coming to take me away, Hee ha, where life is beautiful all the time!)

"No!" Lydia begged, "Please! Don't do this to me!"

"Hey, look over by the window…" the doctor said calmly and as soon as Lydia turned her neck, he had stuck the needle in her neck.

'I fell for the oldest trick in the book!' Lydia cursed as her eyelids began to sag. 'Gotta stay awake…Gotta stay awake…'

The doctors lifted her up and dressed her in a hospital gown before lying her down on the gurney. "Should we restrain her?" one of them said to his partner.

"She does look like a fighter. If she wakes up in the van she will probably try to escape. Do it just to be safe…" the other answered taking her writs and strapping them to gurney.

Lydia turned her head to a mirror in the wing. She wasn't sure if the drugs were making her hallucinate, but Harry was watching her with a smile. That was all she could make out before exhaling and drifting asleep.

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Harry couldn't believe his luck. 'Those breathing simpletons are making too easy!'

The whole plan was falling into place but this was a bonus. All he had to do was abduct Lydia in her room but this time if it didn't matter if she screamed. She was in an asylum.

And to top it all up, Betelgeuse couldn't be happier.

He, Harry Grissom, had just manipulated the Ghost with the Most into giving him the penultimate party favor…every soul he took would add to his powers…and if the Agency caught on, this time he had a cover.

("But Commander wasn't Betelgeuse last seen with the Mortal?")

The perfect frame-up, they wouldn't doubt it for a second. Besides, it wasn't like Betelgeuse hadn't killed a Mortal before…

'I wonder if they'll exorcize him for this…Nah, even that sounds too forgiving…maybe a permanent trip to Saturn…' Harry's mind snickered and he tossed a locket into the air and caught it.

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'Aw fuck what happened last night?' Betelgeuse thought groggily but his mind wasn't aching because of alcohol. His ears were ringing and his wrists were bruised and his temples throbbed. 'No…that couldn't have happened!' he observed his wrists and the bruises were in the shape of a human hand, a woman's hand.

"Holy shit." he swore with horror, "The dream was real…" he looked beside him and there was a puddle of blood in the place where the little girl, (My little Mira), had been, "They were really here…"

("Fix your mistake, Brian!"

"Save her, Daddy. Or they will come.")

Betelgeuse didn't know who they were, nor did he want to find out…but the warning his daughter was something he couldn't take lightly. 'I need a drink.' he thought with weariness and walked over to a shelf. Golden beetles wriggled around angrily and Betelgeuse took one out, popping it in his mouth.

Juice lit up his eyes and he teleported out of his grave and landed in front of Marty's Bar. A drink, then he'd figure out what the hell was going on. Something bit at his ankles and Betelgeuse glanced down with ferocity. "What the fuck?"

A white cat hissed at him and Betelgeuse rolled his eyes, "Beat it before I turn you into a hat!" he threatened but the cat just flickered its tail, "OH! Now you're in for it!" he flung a bolt of lightning at the feline and laughed. The only thing left was a couple of stray hairs.

"Guess I used up all of your nine lives, fur ball." he snickered and continued toward the bar. Something purred behind him and Betelgeuse dropped its jaw. The cat was alive! And it had his wallet!

"Oh ho ho! Drop it kitty, or I'll give you a one way ticket to SATURN!"

The cat blinked then took off in the opposite direction. "THAT'S IT! NOW I'M REALLY FUCKING PISSED!" Betelgeuse screeched and turned into a wolf bounding after the cat.

It had ducked into an alley way and climbed into an apartment window. Betelgeuse barked and leapt in after it. "Alright you little fucker, give me the wallet or I'll tear you to shreds." he snarled and the cat meowed turning into Juno.

"What!" was all Betelgeuse could say at the spectacle, "You!"

"Save it, Betel. Money is the only way I could convince you to come here." Juno started throwing Betelgeuse his wallet.

"You BITCH! What the hell do you want with me NOW! WASN'T SEEING ME GET DRAGGED AWAY NOT SATISFYING ENOUGH?" he hollered turning back into himself.

"Look at that wall." Juno instructed calmly pointing behind him.

"Why should I listen to you?" Betelgeuse hissed clenching his fists shut.

"Do it and I will leave you alone." Juno stated coolly.

Betelgeuse furiously looked behind him, wanting to get rid of Juno as soon as humanly possible. When he did, everything seemed to happen slower then it was supposed to. The clock on the wall ticked with inertia. The crickets outside chirped slower. Betelgeuse saw his wife's portrait on the wall and a locket hung underneath it; Lydia's portrait was beside it was missing the locket. It was the only one missing a locket.

"Brian, the lockets represent the lives he stole. The lives he ruined. The first picture was a young woman named Jill Grace, she was a scientist. The second one was Samantha Miller, she was a writer. The third one was Brianna Tungstead, she was a hostess at a restaurant…" Juno explained with a sympathetic voice, but at the same time it was stern and vigorous.

"He…" Betelgeuse said with a quiet tone that Juno knew too well; it was Brian talking now, not that psycho maniac he had unleashed. Not that demon that called himself Betelgeuse.

"Harry Grissom." she answered slowly.

The night echoed with thunder, though some residence of Mortsdale claimed it was the Afterlife's demons screaming with hatred as they flew over the town creating hurricane like winds. The moon's were hidden behind yellow clouds. Ghouls watched with horror as Betelgeuse's powers consumed the skies, and a monster rose from the depths of an apartment.