Professor Fear (the sequel) - Jonathan Crane

Chapter 32

Edward was shocked that Pamela had been so seduced by the drug. For the few weeks they had been taking it, the doses had always been controlled and practically supplemental. Then again, Pamela's genetic makeup was much different from Edward's.
He should have told Jonathan. He should have asked Pamela why she had wanted to take it in the first place.
Instead, he had asked her for an ingredient and she had grown it for him in some random person's backyard with the request that she got to try the results with him. She had even assisted, using her previous PhD in botany.

Jonathan had unknowingly helped Edward with the process:
All the years of them being friends had taught the 'mastermind' much about chemical and botanical agents and their multiple properties.

"I'm sorry Edward," She sighed. She was wearing a robe that Edward had stored in his room from a previous victim. It was blue silk. It was large and wrapped around her voluptuous form twice. The beautiful woman had dark circled eyes and a pained expression on her sweat – or transpiration – soaked face. Her hair was soaked similarly. Edward swore he could notice her green skin taking on a paler yellowish tone. 

"You should get some rest, Pam," Edward had offered his bed for the night. He would sleep on the couch. He probably wouldn't sleep. He was going to make sure his beloved friend didn't hurt herself. "Stay for breakfast in the morning." 

"Okay," She retreated to the bedroom but kept the door cracked open.

Edward hoped that Daria and Scarecrow were getting on alright.

Daria somehow managed to pull her boots off and enter the house before Jonathan. He followed her upstairs after putting his blazer over the sofa for the next day. It had given Daria just enough time to wriggle out of her tight shorts and put them back in her drawer where she hopped to not feel their constricting waistband for a while. Her red tank top had a small stain from when she had brushed against the ledges during her earlier climb. She searched her drawer for a new one, finding the same tank top in black. She used the cleaner parts of her old shirt to wipe her skin of any further marks from earlier. 

Jonathan, dressed as Scarecrow, put his briefcase on the dresser and his mask on top of it. He went to take his noose from his neck, but Daria's fingers were there before his. Her eyes did not blink when she looked into his eyes, giving him clues as to what she was thinking about. She began to lift it over his head but then retracted and used it to gently pull him towards her, so she could kiss him roughly. He gasps softly in surprise.
Jonathan couldn't help but process her emotions as they kissed. Daria was confused and upset. She knew that the following actions would act as a way of feeling something whilst numb. Their whole history together had been almost sadomasochistic. He had drugged her and hurt her. Yet, that was either forgotten in these moments, or what drove Daria to behave this way.
She broke the kiss and lifted Scarecrow's noose over his head, discarding it on the ground. She used his shirt to manoeuvre him towards the bed, so she could wrap her legs around him. They kissed again, grinding each other. She pulled down his pants and her underwear, not waiting for any further elements of foreplay. Although Daria wanted to be rough she kept slowing down and looking to Jonathan in non-verbal confirmation that he was also wanting the same thing. Jonathan would nod or say 'yes' for her.
She felt like she was disappearing, and she needed this to keep her present and alive in the moment; feeling.

Jonathan fell asleep before Daria. Exhausted from his lack of sleep over the past few nights and the emotional rollercoaster it had all been. Although also drained, Daria had feigned slumber, so he would be given the cue to sleep. She couldn't sleep. She went downstairs and searched Scarecrow's blazer for his pocket notebook.

She looked at every entry with her name.

She went back upstairs and sat in the bathroom, using the pale moonlight as a natural reading light. 

The fire had been something. It appeared in almost all of her hallucinations along with being trapped inside a box. Something she'd have to ask her parents. Re-reading the descriptions of her hallucinations made some of them burst into her mind as if they'd never left. 
Daria put the book down. It was probably not a good time to be processing such intense information.
Daria crawled onto the bed and lay next to Jonathan as the big spoon. She didn't want to be alone when going to sleep; afraid of the power of sustained dread the nightmares held over.