Look! This update came alot sooner than the last one! :D please appreciate my moment of "seizing the oppurtunity!" and finish reading my story! (Even though this is not the chapter where the story ends... '-')

Reid thought that the spot on his palm that was burning painfully was just another flame dancing across his badly singed body.

But it was a shard of what looked like purple glass, and as the small flaming girl came closer and closer, it burned hotter and hotter.

It was as hot as the sun by the time Lyssa had grasped Reid's hand firmly.

Malifeciis had begun screaming a few moments ago as her body had become embroiled in flames. Rossi and Hotch unconciously placed protective arms out from both sides, barring JJ, Prentiss, and Garcia from getting any closer to the flames. Morgan and Orbus had completely plastered themselves to the mirrors, watching through the glass as the hag writhed in pain while his friend and a small girl burned.

"Please Reid... You gotta beat her!" Morgan whispered as Orbus started screaming and pounding again. Morgan didn't think he'd wished for someone so hard before... not when Garcia was in the hospital, or Reid had contracted Anthrax, or Emily and Reid had been taken hostage...

"You gotta do this man!" Morgan screamed, banging on the glass hard.

"Im scared!"

"Im scared!"

"It's okay." Reid said unhelpfully. What else could he tell the trembling Lyssa as she grasped both his hands, feeling the heat of the whispering Shard.

"I remeber stuff now... clearer than before." Lyssa mumbled, tears and snot running down her red face.

"Like what."

"How scary the Witch was."

Reid remembered the eyes, and caught them almost to their destination out of the corner of his eye.

"What else? What about your parents?"

"They... they disapeared! And I... I scared them away!" Lyssa cried.

"No you didn't." Reid said, wondering if he should be contradicting her. "The Hag made you. What else do you remember about them?" Maybe if he kept her talking, she wouldn't notice those ugly yellow and flaming eyes coming closer and closer to them. Maybe since she was so badly singed already she wouldn't feel whatever those horrid eye's would do to them...

"We used to play together. When we finally reached our destination my daddy and mommy would play hide and seek... and I'd take my rabbit and look for them."

Reid nodded, noticing a flaming Rabbit on the otherside of the tent. Black burn marks around it's black button eyes that reflected the flames dancing along it.

"And sometimes Uncle Orbus would play too." Lyssa whisperd, "But I could never find him."

Reid nodded. "What else?" He prodded. The eyes were almost here!

"She told me they were hiding. That I had to find them to win the game." Lyssa trembeled, "That they were just playing a game! And I still can't find Uncle Orbus! He keeps getting away!"

"What do you mean?" Reid asked, losing his focus on the ever closer eyes and turning his attention to Lyssa.

"I tried to catch him during the preformance, that's the easiest way. But it's a new face every time." Lyssa cried, "I can't find him!"

"Maybe... If we can get out of here, I could help you find him?" Reid asked.

Lyssa nodded. And started to get up, keeping a firm grip on both of Reid's hands.

Morgan watched in amazement as purple flames began to mix in with the yellow and orange flames, the Hag screaming even louder.

The form where Reid should have been, holding on tightly to Lyssa, suddenely began moving, flames obscuring his face as the area where his mouth should have been began erupting flames towards the Hag's burning face.

"Dude..." Morgan heard Orbus whisper, stopping in his endless beating to stare as Lyssa's form began to follow suit.

The eyeballs, which had been making good time towards the two poor souls, had slowed almost to a stop. Burning and charring unevenly, the yellow of their eyes were more of an ugly brown now. And The black slits used to peer in on the Hag's intended target had spread like a spiders web, spreading an ugly black pattern across the front of each eyeball.

But they could still move, and they could still see. Even if just barely. And so they rolled through charred grass and soot, through a burning tent to two burning puppets the eye's master had crafted. Two puppets who could barely moved as they fought the strings that had previously kept them intwined so tightly they couldnt think clearly.

"Mr. Spencer!" Lyssa cried anxious, Reid had collapsed for the third time, falling to his knees and coughing from the smoke. Lyssa pulled uselessly at his hands, keeping a firm grip on each.

"Sorry-kough!-Lyssa!" Choked Reid, wiping black soot from his mouth for the fifth time. Where was the extra soot coming from? Reid climbed unsteadily to his feet again, limping weakly a few more steps before Lyssa had to support him for a few seconds so he wouldn't fall again.

"Please Mr. Spencer," Lyssa pleaded, fear eating at her haggard and loosley knit mind, "I don't want to be alone with her. I'm scared."

"I'm scared!" hissed the shard in Reid's tightly clamped palm, echoing it's owner.

Reid looked back, seeing two blacking yellow balls crawling slowly after them, refusing to give up their prey.

"I won't leave you Lyssa." he promised, trudging forward, taking up the lead.

Silently, save the guttaral coughing and spewing of soot, the two closed in on the flaming tent flaps...