A/N: Thank you for all the favs and follows... I feel the love...Also a special thank you for the people that wrote reviews.

Jennywalker6 with this comment "MORE PLEASE, Pretty pretty pretty please, I'm loving where this is going. I'm interested to see how far he sinks and also if they can both see the writing and hear similar things in their heads, would they be able to somehow communicate with her being in prison and him outside. just a thought, I'm really excited to see where you take this" – You were disturbingly on point with your prediction.

I dreamt that I was a man once again. I tore off my burial shroud and took off my muzzle. I rejoined the living and forsook the adornments of the monster. It was just like before I was chosen, before the chaotic pen named me as its will bearer.

She stood in the kitchen with rollers in her hair, coddling our son. I leaned over and kissed our daughter who was eating breakfast, on the top of her head. The room was filled with hazy light, and the table was basked in the morning glory. All that was taken was returned. It was as if she had never died. I gave her a peck on the cheek. I could smell the sunlight in her hair. But then it became mist, evaporating into nothingness.

I woke up, reaching out into the darkness. My body was drenched in cold sweat. It took a moment for me to remember that I was no longer a man. The man had been a blood offering to the nameless entity. He had long been devoured by shards of glass teeth.

I shuffled out of bed. The sky outside was turning dull blue, signaling the end of the night. I made my way into the living room. A white grand piano sat in the corner. I remembered many nights where I would play to the adoring audience of one. But all that was left was silence.

The Clown began to make a shrine, a womb, to offer to the nameless being. I laid a row of roses first all pointing outward of the womb, then a second layer of baby clothes inside. I put down the knives all facing inward, and the guns alternating in 90 degree angles. I laid out laptops, nails, and axes.

I don't know how long I spent building the shrine. The Clown loved ritual and sacrifice. I became lost in the rhythm as he took over. I pleaded with the nameless god that hovered above me, resting on the alter of madness. I prepared myself and with a thick black marker, I drew a smile over my face.

"Have pity on me. Return my ivory queen so that I can have a complete set." I prayed. The nameless god answered. His voice was like the groan of a million corpses.

It was then that Frost walked in. He stayed at the door way, knowing not to enter the hallow ground. He looked over my creation with unemotional eyes. He didn't understand the ritual. He didn't see the cogs being set in motion.

"Where is she?" I asked. It wasn't my voice that came out. It was the voice of the nameless god that spoke.

"Blah... Blah... Blah" Frost replied. I didn't care what the details were. I waited for his mouth to stop moving.

"Bring the car around. We're going for a drive" I ordered. Then I leaned back to face the nameless entity above me. I laughed with unfiltered joy. It accepting my offering and ebbed away.

The drive could have been... weeks, days, hours, or a few minutes... I wasn't sure. I was in the back seat constructing a care basket. I put in a bag of chocolate pretzels, several scented soaps, and of course a little bit of C-4 rigged to a charge. I wrapped the whole thing in plastic and tied it off. I handed it to Frost. My hands were shaking with excitement. I felt like a child on Christmas morning.

"...I have a lot of deliveries to make, could you take this?" Frost said in the guise of delivery man.

I heard the shuffling of the package. Then after a moment I pressed the comical big red button.

I could smell concrete being pulverized into dust particles. I hopped out the back of the van.

I could feel her. I could sense her.

She was here.

I could already see her ivory thighs resting on a bear skin rug. I led the charge. Gun fire made rubble of walls and people alike. They were food for the Reaper.

The Clown stood in the peripheral of my vision. He wore a black hooded cloak. When he lifted his head I could see that all his flesh had been eaten away. A skull with unnaturally large black eye sockets and broken glass teeth, smiled at me. He raised his bony hand to a pile of silver air pressure guns.

I picked one of them up.

"Nano-Thermite" I said. Nanite? … some one was playing with my pieces... some one was moving them around the board.

"Boss?" Jerry asked...

I looked over to the hostages, a man and woman. Fodder in waiting.

"You planted an itsy-bitsy bomb in her" I accused them. The man cowered in front of me. He didn't answer. He was just a piece... where was the player?

"We'll lets see how you like it" I grunted

I shoved the gun to his neck and shot two rounds in. The injection wouldn't be immediately lethal if done correctly. I didn't do it correctly. Blood poured out of him. Then he groaned and keeled over to the screams of the woman.

I looked around and saw the neon choices. The invisible hand had left them for her.

(A) Kill them all and escape

(B) Hit it with my brand new fraannds

I could that she had picked choice (B). It was circled in bright red spray paint. She had decided to play for another player.

I turned to the cowering woman. I placed the barrel of the gun to her neck.

"I want my Harley" I said with even tones. She whimpered.

Slowly she reached for an electronic tablet that had been thrown askew. She handed it to me. I snatched it from her and straightened out.

The screen was filled with medical jargon. A picture of my queen in prison rags was making me particularly angry.

….. Nanite injection...Task force X... sentence reduction incentive...

Under the supervision of Capt. Gregory Griggs III

Signed off by one, Amanda Waller

Amanda Waller was a mystery, a faceless bureaucrat. The Clown shrugged at her. But I knew Griggs. The Clown laughed. He was a regular at one of my casinos. I thanked the Clown for his insight, and his eternal memory of names and face.

As was customary, I left one person alive. The girl had been helpful. I leaned over her and she shut her eyes in fear. She would be the witness to my glory.

"See ya around" I smirked at her. I signaled the men to move out. Already sirens cried out in the distant.

I was annoyed. All the cups were empty.

She was here.

But where had they taken her?