Sorry about that, has been awhile since i updated huh? (although this hasn't been long compared with some of my other stories ((anyone here read Blood Red Reid?) (btw, ill finsih that one after this one, ive decided to take each story one at a time (or try atleast :D im always coming up with new ideas im afraid ill lose if i wait to long)))

Anyway, ive been battling semseter exams (dear gosh please let me have done well on the chemistry one!) and ive recently come down with something (i think its one of those 24 hours things, but still. it hurts!... and yes yucky)... although being sick means i have more time to write :)

Ivona was kneeling on the floor, hands clawing at her face in a wild fury, like Ivona and Lyssa were battling to both stay and shoev the other out simoultaniously. Red dribbles of blood ran down the sides of her face where her nails had clawed at her head, like she was trying to reach something inside of her!

"Stop her!" Prentiss screamed, leaping up from the table and grabbing Ivona's wrists, yanking them away from her face. Ivona screamed even louder. The rest of the team jumped up, each grabbing a part of Ivona to hold down while Orbus stood above them, running meticulous eyes over the scene.

Reid and JJ stood in the corner in horror, the whole scene that played infront of them kept them rooted to the spot, until JJ let out a small gasp and grabbed Reid's arm.

"I think I know what's going on." she said greviously, pulling him from the room where they began to run faster than light towards the police station.

"JJ! What's going on?" Reid cried finally as they slowed outside the station. It was dark, and the eerily quiet.

Then a scream erupted from behind the doors and windows. A terrified, desprate scream. One that had no hope of seeing daylight again.

"A hunch." JJ said dramatically before running through the door with Reid tight on her heels.

Inside they found the normally clean and orderly police station a slight mess in the corner where the Night Guard's desk was. A lamp was turned on, but lay on the floor so it illuminated the paneled ceiling above them. Every now and then a hand or someother thing would flail infront of the light, reflecting a frightening shadow onto the ceiling as a sort of beacon warning whoever saw to stay away. The desk itself had been moved out of place, with little, bloody scratch marks clawing up and down the sides. The papers and pencil cup, not to mention laptop and coffee cup, had all been thrown to the ground. Where the papers lay in disarrangement and the pencils bathed in spilled coffee. The laptop was no more.

JJ tip toed to the desk kitty corner from the disheveled desk, and peered behind hers to look at the seen below. What she saw made her want to cry out, but scared her enough not to at the same time.

Two figures wresteled and writhed there on the ground, one a middle aged, plump man in a police man's uniform. Another a charred and burned little girl who screamed and hissed as he screamed and shouted for help.

Reid stared at the scene in horror, how he wished he wasn't here right now. He was fairly certain he could somewhat handle Lyssa in a more saner, healthier form. How was he to reason with her as a charred and bloodlust-driven corpse of a ghost?

From somwhere beyond, Reid was certain he heard a cackle. He inched closer to JJ.

"What do we do?" he whispered, hoping the two on the ground below them wouldn't hear.

"Well, I think we should get her off him first. Here, you distract her and get her to run after you. I'll be ready to get her attention off you outside." and with that, Reid's blonde and ghostly friend ran out the door, leaving him to face the image of youthful insanity alone.

Malifeciis was alot of things. Cruel, spiteful, meticulous, evil, even manipulating.

But she was also old, and so she was getting weaker with age. And therefore breaking out without involving an all out explosion and possible chase was out of the question. She wanted to escape with enough time between her departure and their discovery of it that she'd be to far away for them to really do anything productive of it. She couldn't do that wiht the power she had 'd need help.

So help she got. She just had to play the peices right.

She was convined Lyssa would do anything for her, so she set her on the old Guard when he was alone. She was also convinced this would interfere with that foolish little seance those... special police men where holding with the White Witch.

She was also convinced of the consequences of dragging two fragments of Lyssa's shattered soul, one pure and good while the other the dark insanity that had consumed most of her, was bound to produce some show of fireworks.

And it did.

Now, how to escape.

"Lyssa my darling," she twittered to the dark and lonely hall, "chase our little Circus mouse into this hall for me."

Reid stood around, trying to think of something to say. Lyssa was still wresteling with the poor Night Guard on the floor.

"Your Witch is really ugly!" he called, fearing the consequences.

Nothing, Lyssa was still beating the man to a pulp. Maybe she agreed? Then it hit Reid.

"And so's your Mother!"

Lyssa stopped, mid raking of the Guard's face with her charred claws.

She turned to look at Reid, snarling with the half burned away face that made his stomach churn.

"Oh great." Reid whimpered, turning to run.

Lyssa paused, like she was listening to something far away, then ran after Reid.

Reid couldn't help but let out a terrified, and high pitched, shriek emit from his lips when Lyssa ran infront of the door, blocking one of his exits.

Reid made a hairpin turn, looking for another door.

"Which one leads to a garage with police cars or something?" he thought, running around the room while Lyssa snarled after him.

He picked one truly at random. Probably because it was the one most infront of him when he'd turned. Maybe because, for some reason, it had emitted this vibe of escape.

But when he ran through, his insides dropped to his stomach as it gave a strangled cry of fear.

The Witch stood before him, smiling wickedly and holding out one hand.

"Time to start the show, eh Ringmaster?"

JJ stood outside, waiting. She jumped at every shadow, every sound, every freaking car that drove past.

Fianlly, she heard a shriek come from inside the station. She couldn't help but smile as she heard Reid scream. It was kinda cute.

Then she steeled herself, if he'd screamed that probably meant that he'd be leading Lyssa out here any moment now.

She just had to wait.

Finally, Lyssa ran out, her twisted, half destroyed face twisted and ripped into a fearsome snarl. She ran at JJ with an amazing speed.

But JJ didn't see Reid anywhere. As she ran, JJ feared the worst.

But she didn't run fast enough.

"NO!" JJ shrieked when Lyssa pinned her with surprising strength.

Lyssa wheezed and sighed in JJ's ear. Obviously trying to say something. But this version of Lyssa obviously had had her vocal cords burned or somehow else destroyed. She could just make weird sounds as she struggled to give the motions of her mouth sounds other than a wheeze or gasp as she breathed.

"Where's Reid?" JJ screamed despite herself.

Lyssa grinned wickedly and began dragging JJ by the ankle inside the station.

Maleficiis stood there, leaning over to stare at JJ when they entered the hall. She looked the blonde FBI agent up and down with meticulous eyes.

Then nodded, "I have the perfect place for you my puppet." she smiled.

"Where's Reid?" JJ snarled.

"Where else?" The Old Witch smiled, placing a withered hand on a crumpeled form JJ hadn't noticed.

Reid screamed at the touch. It was a painful, twisted scream.

"Reid, dear gosh no! No! Dont let anything have happened to him! It'll have been all my fault!" JJ thought fearfully.

Reid continued to scream, but it was becoming hoarser, and airier. Like he wasn't sure why he was screaming, just he knew he should be.

Then the Witch nealed down, whispering to the collapsed Reid.

"I need you Ringmaster. I want you in my Circus. The world is a joke box. And I it's master, with you as the tool to rule it all." Malifeciis whispered into the pained doctor's ear.

Reid breathed hard and furiously, not able to comprehed anything, not able to think or listen to what his brain was screaming at him.

What was going on? Where was he? Why was he screaming? What was wrong?

Who was he? Reid was just a name, but who was he? Where did he fit in the broken puzzle he was drowning in!

Nothing made sense! Reid felt like he was suffocating, like he was being spun around like a top only the thing spining him was sharp and was carving into him as he spun round and round, faster and faster!

Then, he felt it, something jolted. Something moved.

Something snapped.

JJ watched in horror as Reid raised his head, his eyes tormented and confused, glassy and misted over till they were pale. A small bit of spittle dribbled out of one corber of his mouth.

Then, to her utter, sickening horror, he breathed once, twice, and his head fell to one side. Then a twisted, sickening and painful grin slithered up his face. He began to giggle, timidly, like he wasn't sure.

Then he began to laugh! Loud, lung-filling laughs that boomed inside JJ's eardrums.

"Oh no! Dear no! Please Someone help me! Reid! What's she done!" JJ thought, feeling her lower lip tremble in sickeningly agonizing fear.

Reid got to his feet, stumbling and falling against the bars, but he just laughed at the pain, the glorious pain!

"I'm r-ready to -haha!- go!" Reid laughed, looking up at the Witch with a crazed look.

The Witch smiled and nodded.

When the officers returned the next morning, they would find the Night Guard dead on the ground inside the station. A look of horror etched onto his ruined face. The station would be a slight mess by his desk.

And the Witch would be gone. With no sign of ever having been there.