Title:
Senses
Rating: K
Summary: It had not bothered him when he felt
Prentiss's fingertip press into the skin of his cheek, and it had
not bothered him when she muttered, "he's so lifelike" while
she prodded him.
Author's Note: I guess this is in honor of the
awesomeness that happened on CM last night. Also, I'm looking for a
Beta Reader. I've never really had one, but I will repay them in
returning the favor and imaginary cake.
Senses
It had not bothered him when he felt Prentiss's fingertip press into the skin of his cheek, and it had not bothered him when she muttered, "he's so lifelike" while she prodded him. It was the silence before the touch that had put his senses on alert. The unreal, almost tangible silence that had pressed upon him from all sides, battered its way into his head, and brought back so many different memories of silence and prodding.
It always set off his senses first. The silence put his ears on alert for the first hint of sound or footsteps falling quietly behind him. The scent of some older boy's cheap aftershave that Spencer had no use for at the age of eleven was much too sharp to Spencer's nose. The sight of an elongated shadow belonging to some figure behind him made Spencer Reid quicken his pace as the heads of the shadows became even. The lack of feeling as his head struck the wall, and the taste of blood as he licked his lips made him curl in against the books that had long ago become an extension of his own body. The feeling of one finger pressing into his cheek and smearing blood across his face elicited a whimper.
"I guess the crazy freak bleeds like us too."
But that was long ago, and it was Emily Prentiss who had one fingertip pressed into the flesh of his face, and Spencer Reid did not whimper.