Okay, valid excuse for not updating faster: studying for my English test over A Tale of Two Cities, an AP World History test and exam (coming up next month... or the month after... hard to remember), and getting ready for a church-related event coming up over spring break (that i will rant about later on what ever story im updating on whatever chapter im writing!)

Anyway, i gotta be over sooner or later. I promise! I will miss this story line though. It was so intresting to think about, and there were alot of creative paths i could do. And im especially gonna miss Orbus! He was an interesting character! First he was evil, then he was funny, then he was a turncoat! and then it turns out he's just one of those tragic characters desperate to fix what they believe to be broken and capable to be fixed (Lyssa!). And the fact that he had Reid's face was a lucky perk :p

Morgan had felt pride many a time in his life. When he and the neighborhood kids got to watch his father bust a lowlife outside Morgan's childhood apartment, when Morgan had been admitted to the BAU and steadily found to like his job, and when Morgan saw Reid blast Malifeciis with a column of fire with his own mouth.

But Pride had been sweetened with hope and relief when he saw the purple fire originating from Reid's fist completely consume the two, and travel up the Hag's weathered and charred arms. The Hag screamed so loud, and sounded so fearful, that Morgan almost felt sorry for her.

Almost.

Then, as she was consumed with fire, Reid and Lyssa crumpled, lifeless burned bodies the only remains of what they once were, and moved no more.

Meanwhile the Hag writhed and burned, her very life being taken away as the fire danced on her body.

"REID!" Morgan screamed, banging harder. If only he could go through the mirror! He could help somehow! Drag their bodies away from the writhing Hag maybe... or just offer comfort to any ebbing life that could possibly remain in Reid...

But all he could do was watch as the Hag screamed, dancing in a painful, desperate way as she crumpled and burned away in a magnificent display of savage purple flames that ravaged the old Witch's body. All that was left was a pile of black ash and a few silver medallions, glinting in the ebbing purple flickering flames and embers.

The Hag was burned, and no more.

"The Black Witch is no more," Orbus confirmed, collapsing from a sudden fit of exhaustion, "I can feel her presence lifted over me lifting... I can... feel... my soul!" Orbus gasped, breathing in deeply.

"What about Reid and Lyssa?" Morgan asked quietly.

Reid felt a jerk rack through his body, and Lyssa must have felt it too. She jerked forward without warning, almost falling over onto her head.

The heat instantly lifted slightly, becoming barable even if only slightly. The coughing less, and much less painful. Reid's thoughts became clearer, and suddenely alot more made sense to him.

He was fighting smoke inhalation and exhaustion to make it out of a burning tent, real or not he wasn't sure, and save a little girl who clutched to his right hand like it was her only tether to life. She suddenelly looked so much smaller and much more fragile than that night he'd first met her: a year ago as a blackened corpse, muttering how she'd found him while she burned him into her world. A world of puppets and evil witches who only wanted his body. Not the soul that was left to rot in some spiritual plane under a deep sleep.

She looked much more like a small girl, wondering when her parents were going to come and make the monsters go away like they always did...

Reid tightened his grip around her small fingers, embedding the shard that much farther into their palms. He smiled reassuringly to her, tugging her towards the door.

They reached it in what felt like seconds, the feeling of energy flowing into them instead of out with the yellow eyes behind them reduced to nothing but cinders.

Reid breathed deeply, savoring the moment of being on the verge of freedom from a very long, hard, task.

"Ready?" He croaked to Lyssa, who was wiping the last of the soot from her mouth.

She smiled bravely, the fear poorly hidden under her mask of self-reassurance.

"Ready." She quivered in a rough, poorly treated voice.

And with that, Reid grasped a flaming tent flap, not able to register the pain of touching more open flame.

There was a silent hush and the two departed through the flaps, and from one hellish nightmare alltoghether.

Okay! How was that? Pretty fitting end to a witch right? Death by Purple Flames! I thought it was creative atleast...

As you can tell, your so close yourself from being released from this long...long... looooong story. *sniff* im kinda sad to see this whole thing end. :'(

This is the first story i've actually written, published on the internet, and finished... i must say hitting the "complete" button's gonna be painful! :p

Okay, enough of my rambling! On to the next chapter!