Author's Note: Happy Holidays! I hope they were full of fear gas and doom! Now to see what to inject you subjects with next….

* The first duty of man is to conquer fear; he must get rid of it, he cannot act till then.*

Ah finally, some peace… that will teach her to stop acting like an immature brat. Jonathan strided to the metal door frame and turned in amusement, as she watched the girl struggle with her emotions. I wonder if she'll have an anxiety attack just like her cowardly friend...

Snore! If it was me she would be on our lap and screaming as fear…" Scarecrow's rasp ranted through Crane's skull. Filled with annoyance at the blithering, perverted idiot, he quickly grabbed a hidden bottle of aspirin from his finely tailored dress pants and began to pop the white capsules in his mouth.

All this stupidity is giving me a headache. Especially that girl… Lynda. The name caused his face to heat up and bile to rise bitterly in his throat. He slammed his chemical stained hands against the metal door frame and exhaled a large hiss of exasperation. How dare she have this effect on him! Crane continued to watch as she gathered her emotions and began to examine a patient who had multiple, deep lacerations. Her blue eyes just glazed over the man, in self despair. Well, perhaps her and the other students would enjoy psychotherapy room. Crane grinned as he looked around at the fascinatingly disturbed rodents. Let's hear some screams!

* There is nothing that fear and hope does not permit men to do.*

Lynda attempted to push the ever lingering fear from her stomach. She felt exhausted and she turned slightly to see the doctor look at her in amusement. That freak! Bitterness built up in her throat and she quickly turned to the holding cell in front of her to ignore the disgusted glare of Crane.

The man was lying precariously near the edge of the cot, his sweat stained bed sheet draped across his hairy legs. The man's pale, sweat slicked skin enhanced the angry red marks of new stitches throughout his body. "He was a lucky man, to escape Zsaz from making him into a mark. Zsaz claimed he wanted to make a mark right...here." Lynda jumped feeling a finger jab her in the back. She turned to find Max, the obnoxious jock jeering in her face. Lynda rolled her eyes and turned around to ignore the steroid using, AX smelling freak, when he quickly turned her around and began to show off his muscles, his veins pulsing through the skin in eager response.

"Jeez freak, no need to be so sensitive. Don't you get a joke?" Max asked and turned to await an eager response from his buddies.

"Hah, hah, hah." a voice dryly laughed, "Very funny, you know what else is funny? The rest of the class is in the psychotherapy room and do you know who's in there? Zsaz himself, I'm sure he would love to hear where you want your mark. On the lower back was it?" Crane jabbed the boy in the back causing the jocks to walk away in anger.

"Weirdos…" Max and his friends muttered as they began to enter the sterile doorway. Lynda looked at the smirk on Crane's face as the boys walked away. Seizing the opportunity, Lynda began to stride toward the door, only to feel a calloused hand clutch onto her shoulder.

"You can never stay out of trouble, can you Ms. Lynda?" Jonathan dryly chuckled as he forced Lynda to look at him. "You are absolutely trying my patients. You are lucky I saved you from those jeering fools, next time you might not be so lucky."

Lynda shoved Crane's hand off her shoulders and challengingly stared into his eyes. "I don't need anyones help! Especially not yours!" She jabbed a slender finger in the air which was caught swiftly by Jonathan's rough hands. His eyes darkened and he began to smile wildly as he began to crush the finger until she gasped.

Time to declaw the kitty cat…

NO!

Lynda shuddered as Crane's eyes began to clear. Do NOT do that again without my permission!

HAHAHA! Oh Johnny boy lighten up! I was just having a little fun…

Watching the fearful gaze in the girl's eyes brought a feeling of elation he had not felt in a while. With all the experiments and working, he had not had time for amusement. Perhaps, she could serve that purpose.

"Due to your obvious lack of sense, I am afraid you will have to stay with me for the rest of the tour. Come along." Jonathan ushered the slightly shivering girl through the doorway, eager for entertainment.