Author's notes:

This is a cross over story in more ways then one, but I'm trying to write it in arks. I will try and keep the OC down as much as possible and by all means, if something is really out of character for one of the originals please tell me so nicely and I will do what I can to fix it. Also I know that there is an OOC in this, but I will explain it when she appears and yes there will be a reason as to why things happen to her the way they do. Please just be patient. I will write warnings regarding certain elements that happen along the way (gore, sex, drugs, torture, what have you) so that the sensitive readers can avoid reading those parts. I'll do my best to write a summary of the scenes at the end of each chapter. This has been a word in progress for the last 6 to 7 years for me all because I've been trying to figure out how to run the story line and where to begin because there are elements I don't want people to know right away.

Also, life tends to be a nagging bitch and I've been working hard to finish my Bachelor for Social Studies. If there are spelling errors or the wrong word is being used, don't be scared to tell me. I'll fix it. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it, if not, it's okay. I write fro myself mostly and no one is demanding for anyone to read this.

Warnings for this chapter – Torture and mutilation in semi graphic detail.

Dedication

To my parents Karsten and Ditte

whom have always been by my

side no matter the

challenges and hard times.

To my sister Line who

despite being a constant pain

has always accepted me for whom I am.

To the original creators of these worlds I use

because you are the pioneers

for many writers beginning

and helped my imagination

to stay strong as I've grown.

And finally, to all the other 'Alices' and 'Bastians' out there.

May you find your way home again

and never lose what you have gained

on your journey.

Prologue

B were the eyes...

"Evil is something you recognize immediately you see it: it works through charm."

~ Brian Masters

Townsherd ND, 00:32 February 15.

Jessica Albertson had always believed that one day the world would know her name. She had been a shadow all her life, ignored and scuffed by the popular girls and over looked by all the boys she liked. She wasn't a loner by any means, she had her own group of good friends whom she would gossip with every lunch break at the local high school but she was just so average, she was easily over looked by her peers. With her slightly frizzy brown hair and chocolate colored eyes, Jessica was just that one of a million girls everyone had in their schools and class rooms and she did nothing really to stand out.

Instead she dreamed of how she would leave the village of Townsherd, North Dakota when she graduated and move to Hollywood. There she would be discovered by some famous director like Peter Jackson and she would star in a block buster hit romantic. Maybe she would do a replaying of 'Gone with the Wind' playing Scarlet or she would redo 'Labyrinth' playing the young Sarah facing off with the Goblin King. Yes, it would be a smashing hit and then the world would love her and everyone would know her name.

Jessica Albertson was a dreamer by heart as many young teenagers are at the tender age of 16. She was ignorant to the world, believing in the saying 'Bad things happen to bad people' and taking it word for word. She believed that things like kidnappings and murder happened to other people and only in bad places like the slums or New York. And it was this ignorance that had lead her to her situation.

For the last three days, Jessica had been reported missing and she had spent this time bond and gagged in some sort of basement as far as she could tell. During this time she had been cut by knives, burned with matches and cigarettes. The soles of her feet had been painfully burned by being forced the stand on dry ice, though not before her jailer had cut off two of her fingers and a toe using garden sheers. He had strangled her a few times, enjoying the view as she struggled to breath, before he would allow the rope to slack just enough for her not to pass out. The torture just seemed endless.

With a jump, Jessica tried to turn around to see the opening door but it was useless. He had tied her hands together and hung her from a hook in the ceiling, forcing her to stand on the tips of her toes, well of the remaining ones anyways. She whimpered pitifully threw the drying cloth gag he had jammed in her mouth to keep her silent, and waited for him to step in front of her.

"Hello, Jessica. Have you slept well?" He asked, moving to remove her gag. He always for a mask, the kind you would find in a S&M shop, make of latex with just an opening for his mouth and eyes. "Now, no screaming, or I'll have to punish you, remember? You don't want to be punished do you?"

"Please... please just let me go," Jessica started to cry once the cloth was out of her mouth. It grew worse as she saw the new toy he had taken with him. It looked like a cat-o-nine whip but at the end, rather then beads there were fish hooks. Long, vicious fish hooks that one would see on a fishing line for sharks rather then on such a cruel instrument. "Please. I just wanna go home. I won't tell. Please."

"Shhhhh." He hushed her, gently petting her face as if this would calm her completely.
"I haven't seen your face, please. Let me go home." Jessica begged regardless until he pressed a finger against her lips, silencing her passively.

"It's alright, Jessica. You're pain will end today," He told her, almost lovingly as he gently touched her face. It was as if he was taking one final look at her, taking in her simply beauty despite the grim she was covered it. "After today, you can go home."

Jessica sighed in relief, thankful her prayers had been answered. Soon she would be home and safe in her bed. She would have her mother to comfort her and her father's protection once more. She swore to herself she would never hitch hike home from school again, as long as she lived and she would never again sneak out to meet with friends to go to bars. She would be a good girl, a perfect girl.

"Thank you... thank you..." She whimpered as he stepped away, moving behind her. "I swear I won't tell. I won't tell."

"I know you won't."

Jessica had only enough time to feel her blood go cold at the malice in his voice when she heard the swish of the leather straps flying. She screamed as the whip tore across her back, the hooks grasping large areas of her unmarked skin and ripping them from her body, before she vomited from the shock. Again the whip rose, working it's way from her lower back and to her shoulders, leaving bloody travels behind in their wake, revealing the raw muscles and bones that lay beneath them

~Criminal Minds~

Frank Albertson groaned as his alarm clock went off, the monotonous mechanical buzzing pulling him from his sleep along with his wife. For four days now, they had been searching high and low for their 16 year old daughter, asking her friends and peers if she had said anything. The police and local sheriff had told them not to worry, that it was probably a stunt to get some attention or that she had run off with a boyfriend. True, they are argued that Jessica didn't have a boyfriend, but what parent knows everything that's going on in their children's lives.

Still the idea that Jessica ran away... it just didn't add up.

She was a good girl, going to church once a week with the family and she always called to let them know if she went somewhere, even if it wasn't true. No one had heard anything and even her best friends were clueless as to where she went and swore that Jessica was as single as a panda outside of mating season was. She had been busy with the studies.

As his wife went downstairs to ready some breakfast for him as he got dressed. He had just pulled on his pants when he heard his wife screaming from below. Rising to his feet, Frank raced down the hall, nearly taking the flight of stairs down in one go. He had just managed to stop himself from falling by bracing his hands in front of him and against the wall when he turned and looked at his wife. Anne was hysterical, screaming wordlessly.

"Anne, what is it? What's-"

And then he saw it too. All the furniture in their living room had been moved somehow wordlessly to the sides except for the couch. The old floral covered sofa had been moved to the center of the sofa and in it lay someone. It was a young person of maybe 15, 17 teen at the most. They were laying displayed dramatic, like a 1930's pin up with a hand case over the back of the sofa. As he stared, he could have sworn he heard the sound of something thick dripping onto the floor despite the wails of his wife. With shaking hands he reached for the switch on the wall and flipped it, flooding the room with light.

"Oh God no..." Frank gasped in horror.

There in their living room, set out as if she was on display, lay their once beautiful daughter Jessica, her body mutilated and broken. Both her thumbs and her ring finger on her right hand were missing, her left breast torn from her body crudely. Her jaw was clearly broken despite that it was sown shut and a black silk scarf concealed her eyes. She had been dressed in a white grown which had turned red with blood from her wounds and behind her was written in blood:

B WERE THE EYES

Jessica Albertson had dreamed all her life that one day the world would know her name. By tomorrow, when her parents would get up to head to their works before continuing their search for their daughter, everyone would know her name.

Author: And so is the beginning of our tale. This is the first ark of hopefully many if I can pull my ass into gear. I need to say this, I don't know if Townshed is real or not. If it is, so folks. I didn't mean to give you a serial killer. I am trying to be graphic about the murder without doing it over the top so bare with me. It's been a while since I've done a fanfiction so I'm a little out of practice.

Review if you like, if not it's okay. Again, I do this for me and no one else. All I ask is for people to be civil and not use too much bad language in the reviews. Criticism is welcomed as long as it's constructive. I'll ignore any that just go 'This sucks' because I refuse to feed trolls.