Roxanne stopped as she felt her heart tug. She cocked her head at the unfamiliar feeling, and her legs started to move against her will.

"What the hell?" she murmured, and she tried to plant her feet firmly in the dirt, only for her own body to disobey. Frightened now, her breaths turned to pants as she tried to grab onto something, but all her fingers grasped was air.

She stopped at the wall, and watched as two men circled around. Compelled, she walked up to them, swaying her hips and pouting.

"Hey boys." She purred. Shocked, they spun on her, their weapons up.

When they realised that it was just a woman, and a woman they recognized, they lowered their weapons, but not their look of suspicion.

They really ought to have left their weapons up. Women were dangerous and they only needed themselves to be.

She sauntered over to them, flicking her hair as she walked.

"Hi guys, Mo said to stand down as he's almost finished writing."

"Why didn't Mo tell us himself?" one asked, not missing a beat. Roxanne turned to him, eyes now narrowed with annoyance.

She would kill him first.

"Because he told me to," she said, tone daring. The men looked at each other.

"Alright," they agreed. They brushed past her, but Roxanne reached out for the one who had spoken, and with one fluid motion snapped his neck, and dropped him to the ground.

The man half gasped and shouted at the sudden action, and at his friend who now lay dead.

"You bitch-"

"Aw you shouldn't have said that." She grabbed his weapon, shoved it into his mouth.

"Oh wait, they will hear me." She repeated the same action casually, as if this was an everyday thing for her. Brushing her hands together, she continued, until she stopped at an open window. She jumped, and slithered in, landing hard on the floor.

The pain snapped her out of it, and she shook her head, eyes wide with panic.

"What-.." she cut off as she gasped, flashes coming to her as she remembered what she had done. She lifted shaking hands up to her eyes, absolutely horrified and also confused.

Until she heard a cough and looked up.

"You." She spat.

"Yes me." He purred.

"I have never got the chance to meet you but I watched as you played with everyone I ever held dear, how you played my daughter and now you played me. I killed and though it wasn't me I would do it again for you." Orpheus laughed at her rant.

"Are you done?"

Roxanne flinched at his amusement, and cocked her head.

"I control you now sweetheart. I brought you back, you belong to me."

"I don't belong-"

"Oh yes you do and you know it." Roxanne wanted to wipe that ugly smirk off his ugly damned face, but shock kept her firmly planted where she was.

Orpheus stepped closer to her now, and Roxanne took one back, holding up her hands.

"Stay away from me!" she ordered. Orpheus put his hand over her mouth, pulling her close. Roxanne put up a hell of a fight though, but she had no choice when her body suddenly went lax. Roxanne could only glare up at him, eyes spilling defeated tears.

"Now this is what you're going to do." Orpheus whispered.

Satisfied Meggie leaned back, cupping the papers together as her eyes read hungrily over her words. A huge smile was plastered on her face, as she knew she held the power of saving everyone (well nearly) just in her own hands. She swallowed and looked around, shifting and feeling nervous. The house was way too quiet, and quiet usually reflected bad things, or that something bad was about to happen. She quickly put the papers under a cushion and stood up, looking around. She was just about to call out to her father, when Roxanne appeared in her path.

Meggie faltered and stared at the woman, who kept advancing on her.

"Roxanne-" A fist came out of nowhere, and Meggie found herself slamming into the wall from the force. She let out a cry and groan, holding her bleeding nose in her hand. Her vision dangerously went blurry before coming back in full force as Roxanne grabbed her hair, yanking her closer to the older woman.

"You're a bitch you know that? You've got every man after you including MY HUSBAND." Roxanne screamed, punching her again.

"Roxanne stop!" Meggie cried from the floor, holding her hands up. Roxanne leant down, grabbing a fistful of Meggie's shirt. Meggie got a close up of Roxanne's eyes, and squinted when she realised how unfocused they were. She reached up to touch the face, and Roxanne flinched, surprised.

"Roxanne I know you're in there...is it Orpheus?"

Roxanne's eyes flashed, and in the few seconds Meggie saw the panic and pain in them, the desperate plea of help me. A fist flew into Meggie's face, sending her head the other way, and Meggie spat out blood. She sighed.

"I'm not really sorry." Meggie said a she lifted her fist and let it collide into Roxanne's face. Roxanne reeled back, and Meggie jumped, throwing another fist into the woman, hoping to knock her out. She didn't entirely understand what was going on, but she had a guess that since Roxanne had been brought back from the dead by Orpheus, that he had control over her. Why had they not seen it? It could have been the death of them.

And Meggie was confused. Orpheus liked her-why was he hurting her?

And then she remembered the real reason behind all this. Orpheus's dangerous obsession for Dustfinger, his lust for him.

Orpheus wanted Meggie out of the picture. He had toyed enough and just wanted her dead, plain and simple.

Roxanne sent a kick into the distracted girl, and Meggie cried out.

"MO! DUSTFINGER!" she yelled desperately. Roxanne lifted her up, smiling through a bloody mouth.

"They can't hear you now." She laughed.

"Roxanne!" A voice gasped, and the two women turned to see Dustfinger, Brianna and Farid staring at them, bound to their spots by complete shock.

And then Meggie collapsed.