AN: Soooo... I've recently re-established my addiction to Criminal Minds... So... I'm going to give it a shot at writing an fan-fiction story for them.
Warnings: Graphic content, Adult language and situations, OOC (out of characterness)
Disclaimer: I do now own Criminal Minds or any of its characters
What I do own is Dia and the concept of the Thirteenth Generation.
Ten Years Ago:
Cold... that was her first thought as she opened her eyes and looked up at the sky above her. She was lying in the mouth of an ally, above her the sky was grey and snow was falling. It tickled her face as it landed on her cheeks, bare feet, legs and arms. The air she breathed in felt like trying to inhale ice, but she did it any way and pushed herself up until she was sitting. Clumps of snow fell from her hair and landed in her lap, she looked down at her clothes: an simple grey dress that looked quite a lot like a hospital gown, minus the open back. As the snow melted due to her body heat and soaked into the gown she realized that she was wearing nothing underneath. The shaking took over then, her whole body was wracked with tremors as she reacted to the cold. Teeth clicking hard enough to nearly bite off her tongue she stood and made her way out of the ally and onto the side walk.
"Oh my God!"
She turned towards a voice that rang out in the air; an woman of African decent ran up to her hastily pulling off the large wool coat she was wearing and wrapping it around her small frame. She was grateful for the warmth that encased her entire body and let a small sigh escape her lips; it felt so good she almost missed the woman's next words; "Someone call an ambulance! She's bleeding!"
It was then that the girl realized that the coat was not the only thing warm on her; looking down she saw that there was blood trickling down from in between her legs. What was this? Fear took over her and she let out a tiny scream, that cracked and faded in her throat. She was thirsty, her throat hurt, it was dry. More people were coming over now, someone was talking on a cell phone. Sirens sounded in the near distance and the woman was still holding her; "It will be okay sweetheart... it will be okay..."
But it didn't matter, the girl didn't hear her. The world was swallowed up in darkness as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as her knees gave out as she collapsed on the cold sidewalk.
When she opened her eyes again she was lying in a warm bed in an very clean room that smelled strange. There were people in the room: the woman who had seen her and three people in white coats, one held a tablet and was writing on it, one was looking at an bag hanging from an metal instrument next to her bed and the third was sitting in the chair next to her. Doctors, she remembered that they were called doctors. The one holding the tablet was a woman, she had auburn hair that was pulled back in a tight pony-tail and pale skin, the girl couldn't see her face, she was looking down at the paper on the tablet. The doctor checking the bag had thick glasses and black hair that was a little curly. And the doctor on the chair had slicked back blond hair and tan skin with bright blue eyes.
The doctor sitting next to her smiled, or at least, that is what he was trying to do he guessed, but his eyes looked so sad; "How are you feeling?" His voice was low, soft and he was speaking a little slowly, "Do you remember how you got here? Can you tell me your name?"
"Where am I?" The words felt heavy on her tongue as she struggled to wake fully.
"You're in a hospital sweetheart." The doctor with the tablet said, not looking up from the tablet.
"Do you remember how you got here?" The doctor sitting closest to her asked again.
"I woke up..."
"Do you remember anything else?"
"People yelling."
"No, honey. Do you remember anything that happened before you woke up outside?"
She tried to remember, frowning and scrunching up her brow in concentration, she wanted to answer the nice doctor's question. But... but... there was nothing. Her mind was blank, and fear bubbled inside of her chest.
"I don't... I don't remember!" Something nearby began to beep and the doctor put a hand on her arm, "It's ok. You don't have to remember right now, its ok. Just calm down..."
The girl's wide eyes slowly relaxed, her stiff shoulders lowered as she took deep breaths.
He decided to ask her one more question; "What is your name?"
"My name...?" The girl fell silent as she stared straight ahead. She should have a name shouldn't she? What was it? Something stirred in her memory, a man who was all shadow and light leaning over; "You are Number 7."
"7." She said. The doctor next to her frowned, "What?"
"7. My name is Number 7."
"That's right." Said a new voice, she turned to look and saw a little kid standing in the door way. The kid looked to be around her age, but... but she knew that the child was dead. His skin was deathly pale, light brown hair hanging in his face, his green eyes shining out of his face with other worldly light. And there was blood gushing from the wound in his neck. It spread over his grey tunic and puddles on the floor, seeping over the pristene white tiles. The smell filled her nose; "You don't have a real name! You're just a number! You're just a monster!" The boy was right in front of her screaming in her face, blood was getting all over her. She flinched and screamed, "GET AWAY! GET HIM AWAY! NO! I'M NOT A MONSTER!"
Chaos erupted in the little room; the girl flailed and kicked at the air around her screaming, eyes seeing things no one else could. The doctor with the tablet dropped it on the floor and ran to a cart nearby, she lifted a syringe and needle, ordering the woman who had brought the girl in to leave immediately. The two male doctors tried to hold down the girl's writhing form, she kept twisting and moving, she was so strong for someone so young and frail looking. The woman doctor pressed the needle into her arm and the world was once again dark.
This was how Chandra Maalouf returned to normal society and the investigation into the Thirteenth Generation began...
Present Time:
Chandra, now 19, lounged on the soft couch, staring at the TV screen, but not actually watching it. Instead she was looking at the little girl standing in front of it. The girl was wearing an outfit reminiscent of the depictions of pioneers in one of her old textbooks. The little girl sniffed; "Please... I wanna find my dolly."
Chandra pushed herself up so she was sitting on the couch, "Where did you last see it sweetheart?"
Children ghosts responded to kindness much better then goading and badgering, like some adult ghosts needed. The little girl smiled and opened her mouth to reply when she suddenly froze and looked towards the door and vanished. Chandra followed the little girl's gaze and saw her adoptive mother enter the room.
"Hi Chandra honey." Amelia Maalouf said walking into the room. Amelia was a large woman of African decent, who could tell the best stories and cook like an angel, but was unable to deal with anything technological... or supernatural. But Chandra loved her mother all the same.
"Yeah mom?"
"You remember that I told you some BAU people wanted to come talk to you."
Crap... Chandra thought, but pushed a smile on her face; "Yeah. I remember."
"Well, they're here honey and they said you were recommended." Amelia smiled and gestured for an group of people to come in. One was an Caucasian man with a stern, father-like face and black hair. He was wearing a business suit and held out his hand to Chandra, she shook it. "Hello, Ms. Maalouf, my name is Special Agent Hotchner." He gestured to each of the people behind him; "This is Special Agents Rossi, Prentis, Morgan and Dr. Reid."
Chandra's eyes landed on the 'Dr.' and her mouth fell open; "Oh shit!"
The young man, called Dr. Reid was also staring at her with wide eyes, "Umm..."
I hope you all enjoyed this! Hmmm... how to Chandra and Reid know each other? And what happened to Chandra? Well... that will naturally be explained and much more as time progresses. Please R&R, remember, it equals love! XD
