A/N: I've had a whole week off and really got into my writing groove, so I'm posting this alongside the next chapter from Billy's perspective which will be a little longer.

~Sierra~

Everything about me. How? He was just a kid. I knew kids could be rather intuitive, but his statement was just ridiculous. I stared blankly at Will and rolled my eyes, straightening my back and massaging my cramped neck. I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep for, but it was long enough to not notice the dull ache in my neck. With a hoarse laugh, I got up and went to leave the room. I didn't need some elaborate Halloween prank tonight. I was too tired for this. Besides, Zack had enacted his own prank when I went to take photos of his cute Ghostbusters costume when he had gotten me tangled up in the 'ghost catching' net Grandpa had bought back during World War 2. My laughter soon dissipated as Will's enlarged eyes followed me. They were black. Nothing sunny about them. The more I looked at them, watching my every move like an animal prowling around its victim, the more paralyzed I became.

"Will," I cleared my throat, a futile attempt to appear courageous "it's 2am, dude. Halloween's over".

The whole room was filled with an intense fluorescent light before dimming, the buzz dying with it. My eyes flickered up, squinting as the light brightened again. Fuck, what was going on in this house? The heating system had supposedly broken and now the electricity had started playing around? The house wasn't that old either.

"I know what keeps you awake at night, Sierra" Will stated.

There was something very different about his voice. It was definitely his - the mild tone I had always known - but it was like there was an echo. A deeper voice, a menacing shadow. It was mimicking him.

"Currently, that would be you! Will, come on. Enough of the games" I was getting pissed off now. I stepped forward to get the door, the only assertive gesture I could make that hopefully would be clear enough for him to get out. Sure, I was unnerved. Whatever plan he'd schemed had been a success because he was creeping the hell out of me.

"I know what you hide under that dress, what you stare at every day in the mirror"

What the fuck did he just say?

Rooted to the floor, I suddenly felt the ice cold sensation I was only too familiar with slither down my spine - wet, ominous. But this was different. I had never felt my spine bristle like this before. My feet became heavy, breathing shallow. The only part of me that shined through the fear was the glowing ferocity in my eyes.

"And I know exactly who makes them"

Had he overheard Jonathan talking to me? Even so, this was not Will. He would never have used this against me.

"And there is a part of you that doesn't want it to stop. Because if he stops, he no longer cares"

That was it.

Enough.

I marched over to Will, adrenaline coursing through my veins, and became level with him.

"Listen, kid, I don't know what the fuck you've heard or who you've heard it from, but you need to stop. Now" I would never talk to a kid like this, but he was crossing a serious line.

For a moment, I truly believed that my words had sunken into his mind. That was until a low, evil chuckle escaped his throat.

White light slowly blinded me, ridiculing the darkness as it screeched at a high frequency. It was deafening. I was screaming for Jonathan above all of it.

Get me out of here.

"Will! Stop!" I shouted above the noise. Why was I asking him to stop? Surely, Will couldn't be the one causing this. That only happened in horror movies. No amount of shouting could save me. The door rattled furiously. Jonathan. He had heard me. But, somehow, I was trapped in here. I had to finally concede that this was not Will. "Who are you?"

Will, his eyes void of any emotion, pinned me against the floor with the strength of a thousand men. Struggling against him, he brought his face inches away from mine.

"You'll find that out later"

Bang!

Darkness invaded the room once again, my screams ricocheting off the walls.

Brightness attacked my eyes as the door flew open, nearly off its hinges.

Jonathan.

Free from Will's clutches, his body now limp, I rushed past Jonathan and seized the phone. But one touch proved close to deadly as a spark soared up and popped, followed by a pillar of gray smoke.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell is going on?" I screamed and went behind Jonathan as he slowly started walking towards Will, his hands raised as if for protection. Protection from Will. It sounded absurd.

He was just a kid.

I was breathing so heavily it made my chest hurt. So much that the rooms off-white walls were beginning to close in on me. I had to get out of there. But one thing stopped me.

Will.

Was he back?

His eyes blinked several times, frozen solid until his shoulders began to quiver.

"Will, are you okay?" I asked through a trembling voice. My heart rate refused to slow down and my entire brain was commanding me to escape. "Will?"

"What happened?" Jonathan asked, grabbing Will by the shoulders and giving him a quick shake. I had never seen Jonathan become so forceful before. But Will was shell-shocked to the core, hyperventilating.

Despite my own fight to regain a normal breathing rhythm, I rushed over him and entwined my fingers with his, telling him with an earnest voice to look at me. Together, we practiced breathing, getting our heart rates back to a normal level.

Deep breath in, hold for five, deep breath out.

We did this a few more times until Will flung his arms around me, tears discharging like bullets from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, he made me do it, Sierra. He made me do it" he wailed and tightened his grip around my shoulders. Initially, I tensed up. Will had spoken with such animosity laced in his voice earlier that I had feared he was going to repeat an attempt to harm me. But I soon eased up as he apologized profusely over and over again, and I felt an unnatural calm seep through my body.

"It's okay, sweetie" I whispered, stroking his hair. "It's okay"

I looked over at Jonathan who was staring at the ground, breathing shallow. He was on his knees, whole body slouched over itself as if he had resigned himself to a terrible fact.

"Shit" It was the only word he could muster. Jonathan soon heaved himself from his haunted reverie, a ragged sigh bringing him back to reality. "Will, we need to get you back to bed. It's late"

I watched as they left, leaving me alone. Absentmindedly, I started picking up the minuscule shards of glass, pressing down to feel anything other than this panic that made my heart skip and then quicken. That wasn't Will. But to even think that was illogical. Of course it was Will. It couldn't have been. Will would have never spoken so darkly. Christ, the kid played Dungeons and Dragons. Sure, death and destruction took place there, but it was entirely mythological. What just happened was real. No matter how much my mind strived to manipulate the facts, I knew what I had just seen happened. Whoever it was, they knew about my dad. They were aware of more than just that. It knew how I felt. The ache that penetrated my entire being every time he struck went beyond his fists or an open palm. Whoever had possessed Will saw it as plain as day. Wrapping my arms around my shuddering body, I folded into myself and let out a wracking sob. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Not even in the moments where he would strike. Because I expected it to happen. I could have never anticipated this though. It was always a subject spoken about in metaphors, referred to but never explicitly mentioned. Now, it had a name.

Warmth swathed over my shoulders, brushing the stray strands of hair out of the way from the searing tears path. He held me to his chest, whispering reassurance.

"Hey, it's alright" Jonathan made lulling noises as I wept into him, clinging onto him for dear life. "Everything will be okay"

I straightened myself, bowing my head out of shame and hugged my torso. No guy had ever seen me cry before. This was an emotion I had never shared with an audience. If I was going to cry, it was under the covers in the dead of night. Billy had seen tears in my eyes, a foolish mistake. But now, Jonathan had seen me without the shield that protected me day in and day out.

"What was that?"

"A Halloween prank gone wrong, I'm sure"

"Don't lie to me, Jonathan"

A toxic silence fell over us again, but my piercing stare spoke volumes for me. As I stared at him through my reddened eyes, I saw the color drain from his face until it became a sickening pallid hue. No more lies. Not now.

"Tell me"