[ The first thing that rips through the network is a woman's frantic screaming along with the sound of metal being bashed into. Bones popping can be heard underneath all that, a sound like wet silk tearing causing her sob. ]

Let me go, let me go! Stop it, please, please ... !

[ The video swerves away from a nondescript wall to catch sight of her shapely legs splitting at the muscle as bones reform into a grotesque satyr-like lower-half (It hurts, it hurts, stopstopstop!). Shrieking in fright, the cloven hooves lash out and kick wildly as she tries to escape her own body, dragging herself backwards from the spectators across scant hay over a hard wooden floor. The screen draws back, revealing her to be caged at the circus, now a freak as penance for driving over a doe a few days prior. To the coaxing of a dark figure laughing lowly under his breath, it's adrenaline and horror driving her to stand up, shaky as a fawn clattering heavily against one side of the bars when her sense of balance gives out.

Hands fly to her face as she backs away into a corner, crying freely in distress and trying to tuck away the new limbs still covered in the blood of her last. The communicator is tossed at her knees. ]

( It's a picture of a candy apple )

[Crowley's eating a caramel apple with great enjoyment.]

Just what the doctor ordered. I just got back from the circus and it's both brilliant and binge-inspiring. No, really. That's the freakiest freak show I've seen outside of... well, best not to dwell on that.

Still, I think I might go back later to see what's been added. Surely it's no surprise to anyone that the week before Halloween would get weird around here?

[The video is dark at first, with the only sound being Rapunzel's pained sobs.]

Please, please, I just want to go home...

[Somebody says something off screen, before the video is illuminated by what looks like a cattle prod. Rapunzel is chained up in some sort of cage, tired, scared, and in pain, and she tries to flinch away from the prod.]

No, no, please...!

[She looks terrified as she starts to sing, and the whole screen suddenly lights up to reveal Rapunzel, tied up in a cage, hair tied up into many little braids and ponytails, connected to tons of light fixtures. The singing is charging up the bulbs, but it's clear that doing this puts Rapunzel in terrible pain. She's barely able to keep her voice steady, and the chains that are holding her in the cage prevent her from doubling over.

When the singing stops, the lights stay on for a moment, before slowly fading out to the sound of cheers and laughter from a crowd, and Rapunzel's pained sobs.]

[There's a harsh glow coming from the device. Bright. Yellow-orange-red and occasionally a very, very bright blue. There are the sounds of a crowd cheering and yelling and applauding when the blue flashes and then shouts and gasps when things whoosh and flash multi-colors. And there's a constant crackling sound, faint hisses and pops as if something was on fire.

Which is accurate to a point. It's not a something. It's a someone. And they're not on fire.

They are fire.

The glow retreats some and Charlie comes into view, an almost unrecognizable version of herself and if it weren't for the fire everywhere, she'd be quite obviously naked. The fire is well placed, thank God, because Charlie's pissed enough.

There's an announcer somewhere, one who is shouting about the Fire Elemental and don't get too close, folks! She's a fiery one!

And Charlie is pacing, watching someone off-screen with a glare. The voice creeps closer and Charlie continues pacing. Waiting. Watching. There's something clearly predatory about the way she's moving. When the voice moves closer again, Charlie flits from one spot to another much closer to the bars and reaches through, lips curled in a snarl.

The crowd gasps again and the announcer shouts it's okay, it's alright! She can't get out. The bars are flame resistant.

It's true. With Charlie as close as she is, there should be some damage to her surroundings but there are none.

Offstage, someone hurls a bucket of water at her and she ducks, arms over her head as she hurries away from it. She gasps and the water hits her, pain on her face as she tries to shield herself from the onslaught.

The crowd laughs, the laughter fades and the camera switches out just as Charlie peeks out beteen her arms, glaring. Whoever put her in here better hope she doesn't get out.]