so this is the test chapter. i wasnt planning on writing one so soon but this freakin came 2 me. and i HAD 2 write it. and after i wrote it, it needed 2 b published. it was just sitting here on my computer so i had 2 get this out. this beautifulness all came from harold himself. he didnt wanna go away lol
Susan woke up early on that cold winter morning. She never liked sleeping in, and she had a lot to do that day. She was planning on visiting a few schools to see if any of them would be a good fit for Andy. He would be starting school soon enough and she wanted to make sure he went to the best school that she could afford. He was a smart little boy who only deserved the best in life. She felt terrible making him move away from the few friends he made in their old neighborhood, but she had to get away from there. Harold was gone. He was going to be locked up for the rest of his life, but she still felt safer not living in that house.
She put a white robe over her pajamas, and put a pair of slippers on her feet. She would turn the heater on after she got breakfast going. She brushed her hair, and headed out to the family room. Andy was already up which wasn't a surprise. He loved to get up before her, and while she never encouraged that idea, he kept doing it. He would just wake up, and turn the television on to find a show he liked. He never got into anything, and he actually tried to be quiet which was unusual for a kid his age. She kissed her son on the top of his head, and smiled when she saw Spongebob dancing around on the screen.
"Sleep good?" she asked him.
"Yep mommy," Andy replied not even looking at her. He was in a trace watching the talking sponge.
Susan went into the kitchen, and poured her son a bowl of cereal. Frosted corn flakes were his favorite, but he didn't get to have those every day because they weren't that great for him. She wanted him to be healthy so she usually gave him oatmeal or the cereal that had flax seed in it, but she gave him corn flakes that morning. It was the weekend, and he was doing really well on the words she was teaching him. She wanted him to be ahead of the rest of his class when he started school in August.
She brought him the cereal bowl, and looked out the window. It was overcast outside. It wasn't supposed to snow until later that month, but it was certainly cold enough to. She tightened the robe around her body, and made sure that Andy was wearing his. Her smart son was wearing his red robe, and she smiled when she saw that he didn't put on matching socks. He loved to dress himself. He just wasn't that good at it yet.
"Is Santa coming soon?" Andy asked her.
"He's coming soon enough," Susan said.
She went back to the kitchen to find something for her to eat when the doorbell rang. She put down the knife she was going to use to cut a bagel, and went to open the door. She was expecting it to be a delivery man. She ordered a book about a week ago, and she was sure that she should have gotten it by now. She opened the door, and somebody grabbed her neck and pushed her back inside.
"Hello Susan," Harold whispered. He slammed the front door closed, and pushed her against the wall. "It's been so long, hasn't it? The last time we met, I didn't even know your name."
"Mommy?" Andy's small voice asked.
Susan opened her eyes and saw her son standing just standing there in front of them. He was still holding his cereal bowl, but he looked worried.
"Go hide Andy!" she shouted. "Go and hide. It's a game. Go hide!"
Andy nodded at her, and dropped his bowl on the carpet. The bowl broke, and the milk and cereal leaked out, but she wasn't looking at that. She watched her son run down the hallway, and into his room. She should have told him to run outside, not hide in his closet, but she wasn't thinking right.
"You are beautiful," Harold smiled at her. "It's truly a shame that I had to learn your name from the courtroom, but I think I will call you by the nickname I thought up for you: Susie Q."
"Go to hell!" Susan spat in his face.
She pushed her back against the wall to get her feet off the ground, and she used her feet to kick him off of her. It only worked for a second. She bent over to run while he was distracted, but he grabbed her before she got the chance, and pushed her face first back into the wall. He forced both of her hands behind her back, and held them there with little to no effort, but that didn't stop her from fighting. She kept trying to kick him off her, but he was a lot bigger than she was.
"Oh dear, just stop this. You are just making it harder on yourself. Do you really want your boy to listen to all of this?"
"Don't you talk about my son!" Susan screamed.
She pushed her hips to get him off, but he just pressed her even further against the wall until she barely had room to breathe. He ran his tongue over her cheek, and nibbled at her ear. How the hell was any of this happening? Wasn't Harold still supposed to be in prison? Her lawyer would have called her if anything changed with the case, and she was positive one of the agents wouldn't leave her in the dark about Harold's freedom.
"Oh dear, I will talk about anyone that I wish to. We are living in a free country," he whispered in her ear. "It's been so long since I've touched another person. Do you know that?"
"Let me go," Susan said with a firm voice. "The FBI have been watching me. They probably already know you are here."
"If they do, why haven't they come in yet?" Harold asked. "I would love to see them all again. I am sure they've missed me as much as I've missed them."
"They won't let you go this time Harold," she said. "They are going to get you, and you are going to burn."
"Why must we talk about such unpleasantness?" Harold asked. "We have so much catching up to do. What was the last musical you watched? I must say, I really do prefer older movies but I saw Mary Poppins just recently, and that movie is delightful."
He pulled her off the wall, but didn't release his grip on her. He kept his body close to hers, and pushed her down the hallway. She tried every trick she knew. She dragged her feet, tried kicking him between the legs, and failed miserably when she tried slamming her head back to hit his. She did everything but scream. She couldn't scream. She wasn't going to scare Andy. He pushed her into her own bedroom, and she fell to the ground. She looked around for anything to attack this monster with. She had to get him out of there.
Just as he was shutting the bedroom door, she ran at him with the chair from her desk. She held it over her head, and ran at him as fast as she could. She knocked the chair against his head, and while he did stumble, he didn't fall. Instead, he grabbed her and forced her robe off. The discarded robe fell to the floor, and he locked the bedroom door.
"You always were the difficult one," Harold said calmly. "I told Markus that you would lose that spirit of yours if he took your clothes off. He never did."
She looked around for another weapon she could use, but he jumped on her before she had the chance to defend herself. He pulled her pink pajama pants down her legs, and kicked them off her using his own feet. He used his other hand to hold her arms above her head, but she kept fighting. She bucked her hips, and spat at him again and again, but it didn't stop him.
"You need to let me go," she told him loudly. "Let me go."
"But we are just getting to the fun part!" he said licking his top lip.
He grabbed her between the legs, and she screamed. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't. Her life was just getting on track again. He let go of her arms just long enough to punch her in the eye. She felt the swelling happen almost instantly, but she couldn't think about that. She had to get away. She turned to her stomach as he was fumbling with his pants, but he just pulled her back to him by yanking at her hair. He ripped off her cotton panties, and that's when the tears finally started coming. She couldn't stop them. She was fighting as hard as she could, but it wasn't helping.
"Raping me isn't going to bring Markus back," she found herself saying. "And raping me isn't going to get you any closer to Agent Reid."
He punched her again on the head, and she felt his manhood pressing against her through his pants. She tried pulling herself away, but where would she go? Run to the locked door and then scream in pure agony when he dragged her back to the bed? He pulled his pants down, and pressed his erection against her. She grabbed onto the headboard of her bed, and used that to get her body away from his, but it was too late. He pushed himself deep into her without any lubricant or preparation. She screamed. She had sex before, she was far from being a virgin, but it was nothing like this. She screamed, but didn't give up fighting. She tried breaking the headboard away from the bed to hit him with it, but it was made of wood and didn't break easily. There was nothing else within her grasp, and she felt humiliated.
Harold pushed with the strength of a man who had been denied sex for years. She could sense the anger and determination with every thrust into her body, and it scared her. Each push took him further into her, and all she could do was cry. Harold didn't seem to know or care about how badly this was hurting her. He was humming the same tune that Susan remembered he played in his torture chamber upstairs. He kept in rhythm of the almost demonic tune while Susan sobbed into her sheets. She didn't think it was ever going to end. It seemed to go on forever, but that was when he stopped. She felt a hot liquid spill into her, and he pulled out.
Harold got off the bed, and pulled his pants back up. He felt wonderful. His blood was flowing again, and he felt the color going back into his cheeks. This was going to be a perfect day. He put his ear against the door to make sure the little boy wasn't listening, but Harold didn't hear anything. He was ready to move on, but he had to finish up things here. He put his hand into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a small knife. It was nothing really. He would have to find a new weapon before the day's end, but this would do for now.
Susan looked like she was in a state of shock. Her skin was pale, and her body was trembling. She wasn't saying anything though which was good. Harold knew she would lose part of herself without those pesky clothes of hers. He got on the bed with her, and that's when the silly thing noticed the knife was holding. She jumped off the bed, and ran to that damned chair. She was lifting it up when he grabbed her. He held her steady while he brought the knife to her throat. He pressed it down on her flesh, and dragged it across. Blood squirted out, almost like a ketchup packet but not quite, and Susan stopped fighting. He let go of her, and she stumbled across the floor. She put one of her hands against her bleeding throat, and tried unlocking the door. She couldn't do it. Her legs gave out, and she fell on the ground. Blood stains were all over the carpet from her bleeding neck and Harold felt pity on whoever would have to clean up that mess.
"Andy," she whispered.
Harold pulled her to her feet. She couldn't die on the floor. That was disgusting. She couldn't stand on her feet on her own, but he held her up. The young woman was dying, but she was making such a mess in the room. He dragged her over to the bed, and as he was setting her down, she spat on him. He slapped her across the cheek, more out of reflex than on his hatred of her, and she fell down on the bed. She tried getting back up, but her efforts were useless. The blood was all over her bed sheets, and it was starting to come out of her mouth. She crawled over to the cell phone on her nightstand, but that was it. She stopped moving, and after a moment or so of complete silence, Harold knew she was dead.
Harold put gloves over his hands and went to work. He made sure to erase all traces of his fingerprints from the door handle, and took off the rest of Susan's clothes. He took off the pink pajama top she was wearing, and folded it together with the pajama pants. She wasn't wearing a bra which was a good thing, and he took a moment to admire her breasts. While he preferred men over women in the long run, she was gorgeous. He smelled her pajamas, and imagined that they had been washed recently. He put them in her dresser, and found a washcloth in her bathroom. He took great care to wash all of the blood from her body. He couldn't quite get it all off her neck, but most of it came off. He left the line of blood on her mouth because it looked pretty against her white lips. He closed her eyes, and put her body under the covers but left her head on the pillow. It looked like she was sleeping. He put the washcloth back in the bathroom, and left her panties by the mess of blood. It didn't look sanitary to touch that thing. After brushing her hair, he felt confident enough to leave the room.
He shut the door behind him, and wandered down the hallway; He opened the door across from the guest bathroom, and saw a little boy's room. Dark blue covers were over an unmade bed, and toys were scattered across the floor.
"Andy?" he called out sweetly. He wasn't about to leave a little boy all by himself. He wouldn't know what to do. "It's Uncle Harold."
"Harold?" a small voice asked.
The little boy came out from the closet holding a stuffed bear. He didn't look any different than Harold remembered, but the little boy didn't smile when he saw Harold.
"They said you were bad," Andy said.
"Who did?"
"The FBI people that talked to mommy," Andy replied.
"Would a bad guy have brought you a candy bar?" Harold asked smiling.
He pulled out a Hershey bar from his other pocket, and showed him to the child. Andy smiled shyly, and came forward to get the treat.
"How about a road trip? Just me and you. We could find Santa if you wish."
"What about mommy? She wants to see Santa too. She said she was going to ask Santa if we could get a puppy this year. I've been super good."
"She is sleeping. Don't you think it would be a good idea to ask Santa yourself? You could surprise her by coming home with a puppy. Wouldn't she like that?"
"Do you think Santa would let me pick out the puppy?" Andy asked with growing excitement in his voice.
"I don't see why not," Harold said smiling.
"Yay!" Andy exclaimed jumping up and down. "I just need to tell her where I am."
Andy ran over to his desk, and started scribbling on a piece of paper. Before Harold could stop him, he was going down the hallway. He opened the door to his mother's room, and skipped over to the bed. Harold followed him, oddly fascinated by everything the child was doing, and watched from the doorway. Andy put the note on top of her, and kissed her forehead. He didn't question the red liquid on her mouth or why she wasn't moving. He just kissed her with a child's innocence, and left to stand by Harold.
"Are we going?" Andy asked smiling.
"Yes, just grab your toothbrush and your favorite toys. It might be a long way."
Andy nodded, and ran back to his bedroom. Harold wandered into Susan's bedroom. He was curious to see what the child said in his note. It wasn't hard to read.
Deer Mommy,
Going to see Sana. Uncl Harid taking me and we is getten a puppy. A puppy. And I let you pic out his nam. I want a boy puppy. I LOVE you mommy and I be bac soon. Have a good sleep and no BAD dreems.
Love,
Andy
Harold smiled to himself, and decided to leave the note there. His dead mother probably would be worried about where her child went off to. She would be so worried when she found out her only child left with a convicted killer. He laughed to himself, and left the room. He didn't have time to stand around. He had to be on his way.
It was going to be a long week for Hotch. The paperwork was piling up on his desk, and J.J. said she was getting overwhelmed by potential cases they could look into. She chose one from a town in Texas. Three children disappeared in the last month, and no bodies were ever found. Hotch agreed that their involvement was desperately needed, and J.J. was getting ready to present the case to the team later that day. It was still early though. Only a few of the team members were there. Morgan and Prentiss were downstairs, and it looked like they were joking with each other, but Reid and Garcia still weren't there. They weren't due in for another hour so Hotch wasn't worried. Reid was doing remarkably well since his abduction less than a year ago. He was somehow able to get back to work, and it was almost like the kidnapping never happened. Both of his doctors, one for his body and the other for his mind, both boasted about his improvement. All was going well, and Hotch was able to concentrate on other things.
He was checking over his phone to look for any new texts when Strauss walked in the office. He wasn't expecting her, and he was never fond of her sudden visits. He put the phone away, and tried to prepare himself for whatever she was going to say. She sat down in the chair, and looked like she was at a loss of words for a moment. She took a deep breath, and looked Hotch in the eye. Hotch was feeling worried, and she hadn't said a word.
"What's wrong?" Hotch asked.
"Two guards were just murdered at a prison. No one is exactly sure how it happened, but it did and a prisoner escaped."
"What prisoner?" Hotch asked.
"Caldwell," Strauss said quietly. "Harold Caldwell. He's been missing for over 24 hours. Police are on the way to the houses of the other survivors."
Hotch stood up, completely ignoring all of the papers that fell down with his sudden leap, and put his hands over his head.
"I'm going to assign another team to the case," Strauss continued. "From what you told me earlier, Harold has a tendency to hold grudges. Your team was the one that brought him in last time, and I'm positive he has not forgotten that. I don't want any of you near this."
"Ma'am, we know Harold better than anyone else out there," Hotch argued.
"Do you understand me?" Strauss asked sharply. "This is not your case."
"Yes Ma'am," Hotch said.
"I will leave it up to you to inform Agents Morgan and Reid about this," Strauss said getting up. "I was thinking about sending them to a safe house until Caldwell is caught. I don't want any risks to be taken this time."
Hotch nodded, and she left his office without another word. Hotch stood by his window to watch her walk down the stairs, and he saw Prentiss throw something small at Morgan. It hit him in the face, and they laughed playfully. Hotch sat back down at his desk, and put his hands over his head. What was he going to do?
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