Authors notes: I've edited out a passage in the last chapter which was supposed to be funny. But upon listening to the FFnet reader read it out a few times I decided it was more on the creepy side, and not in a good way. So I've removed it.

Chapter 60

LEAVE ME ALONE!

Slowly, Rachel crawled out of the TARDIS hoodie, slipped it on, zipped it up and pulled her hood up.

"Alright, now be wary. The Mistress is getting desperate." The Doctor shouted from across the TARDIS so Rachel could hear him. "Remember, whatever she writes, don't follow through. She tells you to go left go right, she tells you to stop, you keep going. She tells you to jump, you..."

"...tell her to piss off." Rachel said, "Yeah, I get it."

"Well, I wouldn't have put it so vulgarly." The Doctor protested.

"Yeah, well I have, deal with it." Rachel said with an attitude. "HEY!" Rachel protested as she felt the Doctor put something in her left ear. "What's that?"

"It's a listening device, it'll read anything the Mistress writes and read it out to you." Rachel reached up and twisted the device so it fitted more comfortably in her ear.

'The outraged mob marched through the town towards the bullies house. Finally sick of her bullying all children in the school they were going to run her out of town.'

"Mob?" Rachel asked, could this not get more ridiculous?

'They carried flaming torches, akin to the outraged mob in Frankenstein to prove they were serious.'

Yes, yes it could.

Rachel needed to find Dolores, she was the key. But what she caught from the story didn't give any indication of where she was.

Outside, through the window, Rachel saw an ominous glow in the darkness.

They were coming.

Rachel pulled on the strings of her hoodie to tighten it all up and tied off the strings so they didn't get caught. Moving around in it, it now felt weird knowing she was carrying an entire space ship around with her.

"What are you going to do?" Rachel asked the Doctor.

"I need to be ready to pull myself back together when the fiction shatters." The Doctor said.

"Will... will Raven's Doctor remember any of this?" Rachel asked. She knew Raven wanted to keep her parental feelings a secret from the real Doctor.

"He'll have an inkling, but no, he won't remember what his counterparts did in here."

"Good." Rachel said, her purple eyes now cast in the shadow of the hood.

'Rachel could see the mob approaching outside her window, and she locked her door to hide from the advancing mob, hoping her mother or Dad would take care of them, wrongfully assuming she'd be safe inside her house. But such a person would never be safe from the righteous mob of justice!'

"Ugh!" Rachel said in disgust.

Okay, the Mistress wanted her to stay put, so Rachel was going.

Rachel then left her room, went into a back room, which was her Dads study. Opened the door and climbed out onto a nearby tree, which she used to climb down. She unlocked the back gate and left.

'The mob reached the house and banged loudly on the door. Soon it was answered by Rachels precious Dad.'

If the Mistress lays one finger on my parents!

'The mob pushed past the Dad, knowing he saw her daughter as a precious angel and not the monster she was. They went up into her room to find Rachel cowering inside a cupboard'

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Rachel guessed that meant the Mistress realised the fiction wasn't coming true.

Maybe Rachel should've told her Dad she was going somewhere so when Dolores asked it'd throw her off the scent.

'Rachel had escaped and was somewhere on the run. But Dolores's Warriors weren't going to give up so easily. Dolores's own dad, the chief of police, had placed an APB for Rachel to be arrested and they were on the watch for a girl in a blue hoodie and jeans.'

Oh great! Now the Police were after her. Rachel only wished she had Raven's powers, it would've made things so much easier.

Suddenly, Rachel felt something jab into her side. She unzipped her hoody and looked into the lining.

"What?" She said frustrated at the Doctor. A hand popped out of her hoodie.

"Please don't do that, it's just weird." Rachel said instinctively holding the open hoodie further away from her.

"Take these." And the hand disappeared and reappeared holding something.

"No!" Rachel insisted.

Rachel now sighed deeply as she walked, now in a burgundy velvet frock coat, a multi-coloured scarf which wrapped around her neck like a shawl and a hat over her purple hair.

She felt ridiculous.

"The book said to look out for a girl in a blue hoodie, not a girl in a big coat, scarf and hat." The Doctor said.

It was a good point, but she still felt ridiculous.

"Why do you wear this junk?" Rachel asked.

"Junk?" The Doctor said indignantly. "I'll have you know those clothes are the epitome of style!"

"Yeah right." Rachel dismissed, she had more important things to worry about.

Some police cars drove past her, shone a light at her, but moved on. The disguise was working.

The scarf also became useful when she wanted to vault over a fence that was too high. But the use of a tree branch and the scarf meant she was able to climb over it. Once she was done the scarf was even longer.

"Any idea where Dolores might be?" Rachel asked the Doctor. But all she got back were muffles. Pulling her hood back over her ears she could hear the Doctor clearly now.

"The story doesn't mention her location. Presumably, the mob is doing all the work while Dolores waits in a suitable location." He said.

"Why don't I just give up? They'll take me to Dolores." Rachel suggested.

"If you do that the Mistress knows where you are, and there is a chance she could guess one of your moves. Best avoid the mob and police like they are zombies." The Doctor said.

"Why wouldn't Dolores be with the mob?" Rachel asked.

"I've read her whole story, I understand Dolores. She'll start outrage, form a mob, but will only direct that mob. She'll stay out of the way so she can deny she was involved with the mob if they do something violent."

"What a manipulative bitch." Rachel said. "But why does it have to be Dolores? Why can't I do it to the mob?"

"Using Dolores will ensure the chances of this working, she is the main character, after all." The Doctor said, "Ah ha!" He said slowly in realisation. "I've found her address. If she's anywhere, that is where she'll be."

"And it'll be the last place she'd expect me to run to." Rachel said.

'The mob went to the school to search for the girl.'

Wrong place, dumb bitch.

'The forests were being combed by police and their dogs.'

Oh, for god sake!

'In case the girl made for her residence the chief of police put guards on Dolores's house.'

Oh great!

"I've read the story backwards and forwards. She doesn't think you know where she lives." the Doctor said, "She's probably done it as a precaution."

Before moving on, Rachel decided to ditch the scarf. She placed it around a tree in such a way to suggest she'd used it to vault over the fence.

"Madam Nostradamous made me that scarf!" The Doctor said outraged.

"Foot me the bill later." Rachel said, running through the forest.

'The police and the tracker dogs found a long, multicoloured scarf hanging around a tree near a fence. The dogs barked and scratched at the fence. The girl had clearly vaulted over it.'

After a few minutes...

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'The police and the tracker dogs found a long, multicoloured scarf hanging around a tree near a fence. The dogs barked and tried to haul the police in the opposite direction, deeper into the forest. Rachel had left the scarf to confuse them.'

Coming across a river Rachel tossed the hat away and was pulling off the coat, and dragged them for a while to leave a trail behind. She then dropped them, turned around and doubled back a little ways and prepared to jump into the river to lose the dogs scent. She told the Doctor this is what she's going to do.

"Wait, that's just a myth. The moisture would enhance the scent and ensure the dogs find you!" He said.

"Would the mistress know that?" Rachel asked, this wasn't reality, after all, and Dolores was writing this.

"You know what, yes. You're right." He said, and to Rachels surprise from her hoodie came a snorkel, which she pulled free. This was getting weird. "Let me close the TARDIS doors first."

She jumped into the river and sank to the bottom with the snorkel in her mouth. She moved over to some reeds where the long pipe could not be seen and tried to sink down as low as she could to make the pipe as invisible as possible.

Through the water, she saw the police arrive, mill around and run off after her false trail.

When she was sure the coast was clear she was up and out again, running in soggy clothes.

Amazingly the device in her ear still worked.

'The Police followed the trail...' There was a long pause. 'Eventually, they found the hat and coat their target had been using as a disguise, discarded. The dogs milled around, but eventually picked up the scent.'

'To aid in their search helicopters had been deployed.'

"Oh, come on! How does that not break the fiction?!" Rachel protested.

"Ever seen most Teen Comedies?" The Doctor said.

"I hate comedies." Rachel breathed. "And I don't want a lecture about them!"

So far so good. As long as the Mistress didn't know where Rachel was in this fictional world, then she couldn't accurately anticipate what she was about to do.

Rachel could hear the helicopter in the sky, but it was still searching the forest for her and she'd long moved on. She was now very near Dolores's house. Looks like she lived in the richest part of town and her house was much bigger than Rachels!

"So she's a spoilt rich kid, figures." Rachel sighed.

"A spoilt rich kid with many complexes." The Doctor added.

"I expected fifty-foot high walls with guard towers. Why not use more imagination?" Rachel asked.

"My guess, the Mistress knows the limits of her own fiction. She knows if she stretches it too much then she won't believe it herself, and if the author isn't convinced of the fiction, the audience won't be either."

"Raven could never get through the Alice compendium." Rachel added.

"Oh well, there's no accounting for taste." The Doctor said.

"Nor the Twilight Saga." Rachel added again. There was a pause.

"Probably for the best."

The police were easy to avoid, though they were on patrol they clearly weren't paying attention as Rachel moved past them easily and stood in the bushes looking at the house.

The curtains were not drawn and Rachel could see the small family and Dolores in the living room. The family had the look of the Dursley's about them, but the Mistress probably didn't see it that way.

'The mob's search was not in vain as they did find Rachels Dad driving around in his evil Nazi car looking for his twisted daughter. The police gave chase, but he didn't get far as they rammed him off the road and his car crashed into a telephone pole.'

Rachel froze. Oh no, you don't! Leave my Dad alone!

'When the police arrived they found Rachels mother in the car with her Dad. The mother died on impact, the Dad...'

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'The Dad was barely alive, but badly injured.'

I'm gonna kill her! Rachel decided. I'm gonna frickin' kill her!

Rachel made her way to the back of the house, but there was no way to get in.

That was until something extended out from within her hood next to the right side of her face. A long tube device with a red emitter on it. The Sonic Screwdriver. Rachel reached up and plucked it from the Doctors fingers.

"Will you stop that!" Rachel said. "You're kinda freaking me out."

Rachel used the device on the door and it unlocked. She was inside.

The family was distracted by whatever was on TV, and Rachel decided to avoid the family for now and just sneak up the stairs. The place was lavishly decorated, showing off how rich her family was, and Rachel went into Dolores's room.

Ugh! It was the most sickly room you could think of. It was pink, pink, pink, and there were pictures of cats everywhere. God, even she believed in her goodie-goodie image.

There were posters of stuff like Star Wars, Star Trek, Avengers, Professor X. Rachel didn't know what half of these were.

Rachel switched the lights off and waited, and waited, and seethed in anger. Her life was so messed up and now her parents were paying the price. She shook with rage. Dolores was so gonna die! The Mistress was so gonna die!

The sound of the helicopters in the distance reminded her they were still looking for her, but the Mistress had no idea how close to her fan character Rachel was.

After awhile, she heard someone coming up the stairs and she decided to hide in the closet, like monsters do.

Through the crack in the door, she saw Dolores enter, turn her lights on and switch on her own laptop. Rachel made certain the coast was clear before opening the closet door, slowly walking over to the light switch, and she turned it off.

Dolores spun around and saw Rachel approaching her with her cold eyes.

"YOU!" Dolores shrieked.

Unfortunately, Rachel underestimated Dolores reaction as the bull-like girl leapt onto Rachel and forced her to the ground and attempted to try to pound the goth girl. But the big girl hit like a girl, and wasn't prepared for when Rachel landed a doozy across her jaw, forcing her to get off.

"You utter bitch!" Dolores shouted.

Rachel took something which had fallen to the floor, a plastic toy that looked like one of those laser swords Barriss would use, and Rachel jammed it under Dolores's neck and pressed down hard. Rachel could only see red. This bitch had messed up her whole life. She just wouldn't leave her alone, and now she was going to die!

"Rachel, no!" The Doctor shouted, "We need her to break the spell. Follow through with the plan!"

Rachel packed the anger back down, she'd save it for the Mistress.

Dolores's door burst open and police funnelled into the room. They took Rachel under her arms and hauled her off Dolores. Slowly she stood in triumph with her father, a large, heavyset man with a walrus moustache.

'Utterly defeated and captured, Rachel was hauled away. As she was she ranted and screamed like a maniac about how the world wasn't real, that it was a fiction.'

Rachel wasn't going to fall for that. She didn't stay quiet, she asked one question.

"You want to know where the TARDIS is?" Rachel asked.

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"It's in my inside pocket." Rachel said. "It looks like a tiny Police Box."

"Finally, you've agreed to give me my property back." Dolores said, a smile spread across her face.

'"You want to know where the TARDIS is?" Rachel asked.

"It's in my inside pocket." Rachel said. "It looks like a tiny Police Box."

"Finally, you've agreed to give me my property back." Dolores said, a smile spread across her face. She unzipped Rachels hoodie, reached into her inside pocket and soon held in her hand what she'd been after all this time. The TARDIS had been returned to her at last.

Dolores did indeed, unzip Rachels hoodie and reach inside. But there was no inside pocket. What there was, was the Doctors hand grabbing Dolores and hauling her forwards into the TARDIS. Dolores vanished inside the hoodies interior to the astonishment of the police. It was like magic.

"Welcome to the TARDIS." She heard the Doctor say, "A time and space machine, straight out of the realms of science fiction."

With the cop's grip relaxed, Rachel broke free and quickly she zipped up her hoodie again so Dolores could not retreat back out.

[Cancel, cancel, test report failure.]

"Dolores was suddenly pulled forward and disappeared into the hoodie. Around Rachels side and through a door which opened up. She was inside a space larger than Rachel's hoodie.

"Welcome to the TARDIS" said a man inside the hoodie. "A time and space machine, straight out of the realms of science fiction."

[Test report error, error, error!]

Rachel felt herself start to tingle as everything just whited out around her.

"Raven, Raven, my dear." Said a voice, "Come on girl, wake up."

Raven woke up. What a weird dream she'd had. But she didn't want to get up, she was too comfortable on the sleeping couch.

There was the low, electric hum of the TARDIS interior, so she knew she was still within the TARDIS.

"Raven, come along, we're landing soon."

Raven groaned, she wanted to sleep more, but she wasn't going to get it.

"Coming, Grandfather!" she called, and sat up and stretched.

The white room was surrounded by roundels like every room in the TARDIS, it was these roundels which helped the TARDIS project its Dimensional Transcendental properties.

Passing through a door from the sleeping quarters Raven entered a large control room. It was white with the same roundels. It was dominated by a six-sided, white metal console with a glass column in the centre. It gently rose and fell as the TARDIS was in flight.

At the controls of the TARDIS was her Grandfather. An elderly man, only a little taller than herself. He had a worn, and stern face, long white hair, and he wore clothes of a victorian gentleman but there was no mistaking her Grandfather.

He worked at the controls of the TARDIS.

TARDIS. Short for 'Time and Relative Dimension In Space'. A term Raven had made up to christen this vessel when they escaped Gallifrey. Raven felt her chest. Weird, but for some reason, she felt like she shouldn't be used to a second heart beating within her.

Must be indigestion.

Raven was wearing jeans and a polo top with black and white stripes.

The engine groan of the TARDIS sounded as the machine landed. The column came to a stop and Grandfather activated the scanner. The Television connected to the ceiling would show them what was outside.

The TARDIS had landed in a dark, old junkyard of some kind.

"Earth!" Grandfather announced, "August 17th, 1963." Grandfather scoffed, "Not the best century, but I gather we've outrun our pursuers for now." He coughed and took ahold of the lapels of his black coat. "We'll stop here for a few months, we may have given them the slip."

"The Time Lords?" Raven asked.

"Yes, my dear. They are a rel...re...relentless bunch, I must admit." Grandfather said, stumbling over his words a little. He smiled a kindly smile and chuckled a childish chuckle, "But this time, I think we've outwitted them." He continued to chuckle like a child.

Something on the console went bang, and sparks flew out.

"Oh dear, oh dear." Grandfather tutted. "That temporal immersion unit keeps breaking."

"Immersion?" Raven echoed.

Break the wall, break the Immersion.

"Yes, quite right." Grandfather said and he went to adjust another control.

BANG!

The console blew up in his face and he fell to the floor!

Raven ran to her Grandfather, but came to a stop when she saw a strange glow envelop him. When the glow vanished her Grandfather was gone, and in his place was a large, heavy woman who filled out her Grandfathers clothes so much they were tearing at the seams.

The woman looked like Dolores from her dream!

"Who are you?" Raven accused as the woman got to her feet.

"Me? I'm the Doctor!" she said.

"Who?" Raven asked indignantly, "I don't believe this!"

The world shook and whited out again.

Raven's eyes focused as she stopped reading her book.

"Hey, Rae!" Called an irritating little green boy with a large head. "I found these in your room, I didn't know you were into horses!"

Raven's eyes glowed darkly and she snatched them away. "You found nothing, you hear me!"

Suddenly another boy came into the room, this one dressed in red with a short, black cape. He looked ridiculous.

"Guys, I've decided as heroes we don't do enough community service. So starting tomorrow, we're going to the park to pick up trash."

Raven said just one thing to that. "Robin, piss off!"

The world shook and whited out again.

That was the third time. What was happening?! Raven thought as she awoke into another life. And another, and another, and another, and with each one something seemed to happen which broke the world.

"It's your line!"

She woke up again. She was in some kind of glass booth with a microphone in her face, and a bunch of papers in her hands.

"Sorry?" She asked, but not in her usual raspy voice, this one sounded quite feminine. Suddenly she remembered she was supposed to be reading her lines. She read from the paper and her voice changed to that of Ravens.

"This argument is pointless." she said.

"Your face is pointless!" Said a voice through her headphones. The voice of an immature sounding boy, but the voice came from a grown man in another booth, a man with a lot of hair.

"This isn't a debate society!" Said another voice, this one belonged to a balled man in another booth, and his voice sounded leader-y.

"Indeed, we must work together, if we are to defeat this enemy." Said a female voice of a woman in yet another booth with a script and a microphone.

There was a fourth person, a black man who then spoke. "Oh yeah, ain't nothing going to stop us from doing our job!" He said excitedly.

Raven shook her head as new memories began to flood her head. But they were a jumble, they didn't make sense!

Raven turned a page. Was this a script?

"Ah, hello there, I'm the Doctor." Said a fifth person. Raven looked up and saw a skinny man in another booth. He was in a blue shirt, he had a thin face, stubble and short-ish unkempt brown hair. He looked like the Doctor, but older and slightly more rugged. "Hello there, Rae-Rae."

"Doc... Doctor?" Raven read. She coughed and her voice reverted. "Sorry, can I read that again, I know I can get more gravity into that."

"Sure thing." Said a voice in her headphones.

What's happening? Was Raven going insane?! What was going on? Where was she? What was she doing?

Raven saw her reflection in the glass. She wasn't a teen anymore, she was older, but still slim and not bad looking.

But the blonde hair, that would have to go.

Again the scene whited out. She was going to go insane! Insane! INSANE!

She woke up again. This time she was strapped to a bed, her arms and legs restrained and she lay in a rubber room. There was a woman standing over her, adjusting some kind of device on her head. Dolores! The Mistress!

"Just relax, miss Roth." The woman said, "You're okay. There are no scary demons here with us."

"Get away from me!"

"Please, relax." The woman said calmly. "Remember, these are all delusions. You are Rachel Roth, the TARDIS isn't real, your demon father is not real. It's all delusions. This is the real world."

"Real-world?" Rachel questioned, "My name is Rachel?"

"Yes. You've been my patient for quite some time now, and we've made a lot of progress." The woman who looked like the Mistress in a white coat said. "But sadly you had a relapse. But don't worry. We'll sort you out."

"Where... where am I?" Raven asked, looking around like a wild animal. She was agitated, greatly agitated.

"You're at Arkham Asylum." The woman said. "You're suffering from delusions, I'm here to help you." She said. "A few years ago, your father attacked your mother and killed her, your Dad went on a murdering spree with you where he was shot dead. You've been mentally disturbed ever since."

Something about that didn't sound right.

But then again, Rachel was insane, so maybe that's why it didn't sound right. It felt like she had the bottled up emotions of a thousand lives packed up at the back of her head, wanting release.

"You haven't been taking your medication, have you, miss Roth?" The large woman asked.

"Medication?"

"It helps with the delusions and hallucinations." The woman said, and produced a bottle of pills. She unloaded a couple into her hand and put it in a glass of water.

"Delusions? Yes, delusions, delusions..." Rachel accepted. She felt safe, secure and comfortable here. She was safe from the world and the world was safe from her. It's where she wanted to be. She relaxed and released a breath she felt she'd been holding for a long time.

"Now, take this." the woman said, holding the water up to Rachel's mouth to drink, and slowly Rachel began to take it down.

Something stepped from behind the woman, and Raven gagged and coughed forcing her to spit up the pill.

From behind the woman stood a man. Tall, pasty-faced and cold, radiating an air of evil. The Valeyard from one of her delusions. But then that form began to melt and dissolve into a shadowy, pale girl, slim, with a long black cloak and hood. Around her neck was a necklace which looked like some kind of silver serpent. It was that dark version of Raven, the one Rachel, the other Rachel would dream about.

No! She was a delusion!

'Oranges and Lemons,'

'say the bells of saint Clemons.'

Rachel heard the girl chant in her head, and she began to panic.

"You're not real, you're only a delusion. Only a delusion." Rachel called out.

'She won't let you go. She'll never let you go.'

"I see Raven!" Rachel said.

"It's okay, it's just delusion." The woman said, "There's nothing there, see." But when she turned around she jumped at the sight of the dark girl. It was there! She was real!

"She's chasing you." Dark Raven said out loud, "You break one fiction, she tries to encase you in another, you generate a new fiction to protect yourself. Rather than try to hijack it, she's now smashing them all, hoping to form another around you." Raven turned to the woman. "She's no better than Trigon. She wants to use you and your abilities for her own goals. She doesn't care about you, only in what you can do for her."

"It's just an illusion, Rachel." The woman said, "it's a delusion."

"But you can see her too!" Rachel accused.

"You've made a blunder." Dark Raven smiled at the woman, "You've made her a crazy person, you can't shatter the fiction for a crazy person."

Rachel noticed her bonds coming undone at the behest of the Dark Raven's powers so she could move. Turning to the woman, the one who looked like the Mistress, like Dolores, like the Imposter, Rachel began to realise the truth.

The woman had been manipulating her, playing with her mind and her emotions. Torturing her, all so she could control Raven and her powers. The humiliation at the School of Arkadia, the heartbreak of her friends turning against her, killing her Dad and her mother, ruining her perfect life. Stealing the Doctor away from Raven. It all began to bubble up.

Dark Raven looked at the woman.

"Kill her!" Dark Raven commanded. "It's the only way to end this. Kill her!"

Rachel didn't need telling twice.

With her bonds free Rachel leapt at the Mistress woman and forced her to the ground. Rachel got on top of the Mistress woman with her legs over her shoulders so the larger woman couldn't get up. In Rachel's charged emotional state she began pummeling the woman with her bare fists. The pill bottle rolled next to her. And Rachel took it, unscrewed it and tipped its contents into the woman's open mouth, then pounded on her nose, once, twice, thrice.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Raven screamed, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" She pounded the Mistress's face with every word. "LEAVE! ME! ALONE! LEAVE! ME! ALONE!" She crossed her legs so the woman couldn't breathe. She continued to pound the woman. "LEAVE! ME! ALONE! LEAVE! ME! ALONE! ALL! I! WANT! IS! TO! BE! LEFT! ALONE! ALONE! ALONE! ALONE!"

Rachel stopped pounding, she was tired. Her hands felt wet and sticky, and the woman had stopped moving, stopped struggling, stopped breathing.

Rachel didn't want to look. She was scared. What had she done? Her knuckles felt sore. She held up her hands and opened her eyes. They were sticky and stained red. She didn't want to look down at the woman's face. Don't look, don't look! But she did! She'd done it again! The woman was dead.

I couldn't help it! I couldn't! I was just so angry!

I'm a monster! Tears welled up in her eyes. I'm a monster! Oh god, I'm a monster!

But she deserved it.

Yes, she did. And Raven would do it again, she'd willingly do it again. She was a horrid woman. Raven's emotions weren't satisfied, she wanted to do it again! AGAIN! AGAIN! TO THE MISTRESS! TO THE MISTRESS! GIVE ME THE MISTRESS!

Raven closed her eyes again as her body trembled. She flung her head back and she screamed like an animal in distress.

So much raw emotion, so much power was erupting outwards!

There was a burning sensation in the back of her hands, her stomach, her heart, especially her head as she felt her charka points burn their way back into existence. The jewel in her forehead re-appeared, and with a blast of power, she felt the world shift.

Raven was back, back in her usual clothes, back in her cloak. The book she'd been trapped in was forced open, and the pages were burning. Raven's fingers dug into the pages, tearing gashes into the material.

The Mistress and her fictions turned at her, amazed she'd broken free.

The book tried to close again, but with a mere thought, Raven blasted it to atoms.

Raven's hands fell by her side, her cloak closed and her eyes were burning with intense white light.

"Ah, umm..." The Mistress stumbled, "You passed the test, well done. This means you've proven your... yourself worthy of umm... umm..."

Raven felt so much power, it was raw, rough and intense. All of it was being channelled through her emotions. All of it was at her command, and it was all focused through one emotion in particular. Her rage!

Raven then reached up and pointed at a door and with a slight gesture, the doors swung shut and locked themselves. The Mistress and her fictions noticed this. Raven pointed again, at another exit, and the door slid shut and locked itself. Then finally the main doors at the back, they too swung shut and locked themselves.

They were now trapped in here.

With her.

"I hope you've learnt your lesson, Raven." The Mistress said as if she had any power whatsoever in this situation.

Closing her eyes Raven's powers reached out. Wherever she found light in this room she shattered it. Bulbs, torches, candles. Anything which emitted light was instantly destroyed, including the laptops, plunging the whole room into pitch darkness. If the Mistress couldn't see, she couldn't write, couldn't create, and couldn't fight back.

When Raven opened her eyes the room and everyone in it was suddenly bathed in a deep scarlet light, a light which came from Raven's furious eye's.

The Mistress and her fictions stepped back, away from the enraged demon girl with the glowing, blood-red eyes.

"You..." Raven said to them in a low hiss, "are so... DEAD!"

To Be Continued...

Authors notes: All I really have to say is. RUN! JUST RUN FOR IT!