I write this story at night, before I go to sleep and I must say it gives me an eerie feeling. Weird I know but it does, this is really just something I'm having a heck of a lot of fun with!

Without further redo, chapter two!

Chapter two: Not even him

"Who are you?" Reid muttered before taking a drag of his cigarette. He was leaning out of the window, elbows resting on the windowsill. Caleb and Pogue had left an hour or so ago, and a couple of minutes ago Tyler shot off some lame excuse: "Just going to the library Reid". Baby Boy couldn't lie to save his life. They were talking about him, his dreams somewhere, and frankly, he couldn't care less at least now he could smoke a fag in peace and think about everything without interruption.

He exhaled the smoke flowing from between his lips, one of the best feelings in the world, sometimes even better than an orgasm. He didn't smoke, much, only when he needed some relaxation, and right now, all he needed was a cigarette, well and maybe some answers.

He closed his eyes, breading in the cold air, her eyes were all he could see, and those eyes were seriously fucked up. He always thought that whole: eyes-are-the-windows-to-the-soul-thing was bullshit, but now, he was reconsidering that. Her eyes were...- she looked so, so desperate and afraid.

He put a hand on the marks she had left on him, she had small hands, a delicate little palm, and short fingers, he could easily cover the mark she had left with his own hand.

How old was she? She sounded quite childlike, but her face, though he had only seen a flash of it, was sixteen at the least.

"What's your name? What happened to you?" He extinguished his cigarette on the windowsill before carelessly throwing it away. He buried his head in his hands, Chase couldn't be behind it all -he reminded himself- Chase was dead.

"Innocent," a voice muttered quietly, as if praying.

He spun around, eyes scanning the room, the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up, she was here, in the dorm. She was sitting in the corner, near Tyler's bed, sitting on the floor, hugging her legs and gently rocking herself. She was quiet pasty and frail looking, like a ghost; she was dressed in a ragged grey-tinged sleeveless dress. He couldn't see her face; it was cover by long greasy lank hair. She scared him, the way she sat in the corner muttering that same word over and over again: "Innocent".

"Who are you?" He said apprehensive stepping closer: she was a specter to him, a vision, she wasn't really here, she couldn't hurt him, but she looked so real, and the air around her, was like…poison.

She didn't look up, she didn't even budge, she just sat there rocking back and fort muttering: innocent, innocent, innocent, innocent,…

"I want to help you but you're going to have to tell me who you are," Reid said slowly as if speaking to a small child.

"Please not again, do not torture me –not again, innocent, innocent, do not torture me- I am innocent, you know not what you do, innocent…."

For a second he had thought she actually was responding to him, but eventually it was just rambling, interesting rambling though…

"Torture? Who tortured you?"

"Not my fingers, hurts, hurts, hurts, -innocent- please believe me, - not my fingers, hurts hurts hurts,…" This time her muttering was followed by a high-pitched scream, she clawed at the wall, in blind panic.

Reid forgetting his doubt, hurried over to her, dropping to his knees, trying to grab her, comfort her but…She was gone.

"Just an image, nothing more," Reid repeated to himself. "Someone's just fucking with my head." He rubbed his eyes repeating his personal mantra in his head: just an image, just an image, just an image,…

He raked a hand through his hair, staring at the wall, eyes wide, all the color draining from his face: he could see the scratches she had left on the wall. He ran a finger over them, frowning, they were quite deep, you had to be pretty frightened to leave marks like these, you had to be real, to leave marks like these…she was real, whoever she was, and she was scared, tortured and really driving him out of his fucking mind.

He wasn't going to let her, or him, if Chase really was behind this, get to him. He didn't fucking care, tonight he'll go out, he'll get hammered and than he'll get screwed. This, these mind games weren't going to mess up his life. Mind games worked on Caleb, Pogue, and even Tyler. But not on him, oh no sir, he was Reid fucking Garwin; he was the badass Son of Ipswich.

(Somewhere, in the dorms)
"No, no, no! I have familiarity with no evil spirits! I have never made contact with the devil! I didn't hurt anyone! I am no servant of the devil! Falsely accused falsely accused! Please sir, please! I didn't harm those men! Honestly! I did no such thing! They attempted to rape me sir! They wanted to harm me! I harmed them not! Please no! No not again! Please sirs no, don't hurt me! It hurts milord it hurts!"

A piercing scream, they were hurting her, badly…

"Where are you?" Reid called, trying to find his way in the darkness, and suddenly there were eyes, peering at him through the darkness, not her eyes, not those haunting emerald green eyes, but icy eyes, clouded eyes, wide-open eyes, angry eyes, frightened eyes and even a few soft, sad eyes…

"They were watching me, accusing me with there eyes and then, then came the questions, fast, fierce, furious: Are you a witch? Why did you torment them? How do you know you're not a witch? We know you're a witch…don't deny you're a witch, why won't you confess? How else could you have murdered those men? A defenseless little girl. Tell us how long have you been in the snare of the devil?! WITCH! Don't lie; tell us why did you make a compact with the devil? Why do you torture your poor parents so?! MURDERESS! Why don't you confess? CONFESS!"

"Are you? Are you a witch?" Reid asked as the girl continued to recount her story, his words falling on her deaf ears.

"Will you confess? - No milord, I never spoke the devil, I never harmed them, I didn't not kill them…you made an awful mistake, I can say before my eternal father that I am innocent."

"Are you? Are you innocent? Why can't you fucking hear me?!" Reid called frustrated as all the eyes suddenly disappeared leaving only darkness.

"They accused me; they jailed me, why doesn't he tell them the truth? Why doesn't he let the truth set me free? Why doesn't he save his soul? It's better to lose his life than his soul, they'll never believe me, they'll burn me if he doesn't tell the truth-"

"He? Who's he?"Reid asked. "C'mon girl make an effort to hear me, hear me, you've heard me before, please girl I wanna help you."

"No one wants to help me."

There she was, or at least her ghost was, because that's what she looked like, standing before him; she glowed in the darkness like a snow white light, her eyes seemed to look right through him. Desperate, it was the best word to describe her.

"No one wants to help me," she repeated, "not even him."

"Who is him?"

"He who saved me, he who doomed me." Her eyes widened until they were impossibly wide. "They're coming," she whimpered turning away from him. "They're going to torture me, with machines, they want me to confess, there's nothing to confess, nothing!"

"I believe you." Reid said the words leaving his lips before realizing it. "I want to help you."

"Please don't hurt me! Not again please good sir no, I have nothing to confess! Don't hurt me not again- it hurts please no, don't take me there, it hurts!" A screaming followed, high and piercing, a scream that went right through his bones and then there was silence, a silence louder than her screams…

He woke up, sweating, breathing heavily a scream died in his throat, his head was spinning, maybe due to the dream or maybe due to the fall he had made compliments of Aaron.

Last night, before Tyler had came back, he had left the dorm in search of some distraction, he had found some in the form of Annalisa Moorish, a pretty little thing who was friends with Kira and had dated Pogue in freshman year. She was nothing special in his eyes, but she served her purpose just fine.

Waking up because of 'her', in a foreign dorm, with an insignificant girl lying next to him… Déjà vu. Annalisa was sleeping soundly with her back turned to him, blissfully unaware of what was going on in Reid's head. His eyes trailed over to her roommate's bed, empty, sure did simplify things.

He sat up, looking over to the alarm clock; it was six am, in three hours he had a swim meet, just what he needed, a little more distraction from those…'dreams'.

He got out of the bed and started to gather his clothes. After pulling on his pants and fumbling with the belt buckle, he retrieved his cell phone from his back pocket: four missed calls en one text message all compliments of Tyler.

He read the text message: "Where are you Reid?"

Adorable, he was worried. He pulled his black t-shirt over his head, slipped on his chucks, and grabbed his hoodie, leaving the dorm without a single glance at the girl on the bed.

He quietly sneaked into the room, not bothering to switch on the light; he'd probably only wake-

"Good morning Reid," Tyler said sleepily from his bed interrupting Reid's train of thoughts.

"You're up," Reid said flatly.

"It's hard to get a good night's sleep when you're friend's out without leaving a word when a guy who wants to kill us is out and about," Tyler said sounding…Caleb-ish.

"Chase is dead." Reid muttered throwing himself on his bed.

"You don't know that, he might be-"

"He's not behind this."

"You can't know that," Tyler argued, Tyler virtually never argued with him.

"She was here Tyler," Reid said quietly, his eyes darting over to the corner near Tyler's bed where she had sat.

"What?" Tyler asked sitting up, noticeably disturbed by this little tidbit of information.

"She was here Tyler, she sat in that fucking corner," he said waving in the direction of the corner where he knew he could still find the mark she left. "You can see her scratch marks on the wall."

"So she's not just a-"

"No apparently she's not just a dream, apparently she can be real too, and I find this even more fucking disturbing as those fucking dreams are!" He let out a barking, cynical laugh. "I had another dream about her, she was talking about her interrogation about how she was innocent…they tortured her you know? With machines apparently…"

"Wow," Tyler muttered. "That's some heavy shit Reid…"

"You know what the best part is? Apparently, some fucker could help her, but he just didn't. So now I'm stuck with her fucking with my mind."

"Do you know what her name is?"

"No."

"What does she look like?"

"Besides desperate and defeated?" Reid started. "Innocent, she looks fucking innocent."

"We're worried about you Reid," Tyler said quietly.

"I know."

"Are you going to let us help you?"

"No," Reid said flatly, Tyler sighed in disappointment but than the blond added quietly: "you're going to help me, help her".

TBC

Quite a heavy chapter, je sais, that's why I kept it short.

And yes lots and lots of Reid/Her moments, but don't worry the other boys aren't going to be neglected. I just wanted to get as much back-story on her out of the way as possible, as soon as possible. Other important thingies will be revealed in time.

Again tell me what you think, I'd love to hear your thoughts on all of this hint

Love,

Anne.