Hii, guys :D I'm glad you found my little FF!
Anyways, just a little information before you start:
This is my first CM FanFic ever. That's why I appreciate every little help from you guys in form of reviews or even PM's, it doesn't matter. I'm kinda worried, that the characters might be not enough in character; also english isn't my mother tongue and if there's something that looks strange, please tell me right away. As another note, I have never been to Chicago in my whole life and I hope Google Maps is the right source to use for that :)
Nope, I don't have a beta-reader x)
Disclaimer: The BAU team and the main idea of Criminal Minds belongs to their rightful owners - only the unsub, the children, witnesses and the case idea are mine.
Have fun!
"[...] Rose Red liked better to run about in the meadows and fields seeking flowers and catching butterflies; but Snow White sat at home with her mother, and helped her with her house-work, or read to her when there was nothing to do.
The two children were so fond of each other that they always held each other by the hand when they went out together, and when Snow-white said, "We will not leave each other" Rose-red answered, "Never so long as we live" [...]"
- from Snow White and Rose Red; Grimm Brothers
Her blue eyes shine watery when she looks at me, pleading, screaming, crying. She starts to kick around helplessly.
You can't move. Stop it. It's no good. Stop it, now, I scream; it sounds so far, far away and quiet.
She won't stop.
I slap her face. I can't listen to this screaming anymore. It's piercing. Like nails on a chalkboard. It hurts. My ears hurt. My head hurts. My heart hurts.
I don't want to do this anymore.
But I wanted to love you, I wanted you to be my dearest.
Don't you understand?
She's sobbing quietly.
We could've had so much fun. But you're not the right one, I guess. It shouldn't be. I can't help smiling sadly as I take the syringe.
She's still shaking, kicking around, trying to loosen the belts around her arms and legs, it's useless. They're stronger than you, little, weak bird.
My bird...
I stroke her soft, dark brown hair. Her hair is perfect. Her eyes, her nose, her mouth, even her height. Her body is perfect. You look perfect.
But your personality, oh, my dear...
Shhh, stop crying. Soon it will be over. Don't worry. It won't hurt.
Shh, shh.
She's relaxing, her beautiful, blue eyes look dazed to the wall. I take a last glance at them and finally close them. I don't need to see them becoming dull and dead. Grey. Dry.
I stroke her hair one last time.
I turn around.
The boy looks upset.
Aww, cutie, did this scare you?, I ask. I can't mask my hate for this despicable being. For this creature. Did this fucking scare you?
I throw the syringe to the ground where it explodes in shatters of glass. He jumps. There are drying tears on his cheeks. But he doesn't start crying again.
I get closer.
So, little boy? What do you think, how scared my Anne was, when she was killed?
He doesn't answer.
Well, then, cutie. Let's get started.
The next day two children's bodies were found in the area of Chicago, Illinois.
A little girl, Jennifer M., 8 years old, lay on a pile of dead autumn leaves deep in the Thatcher Woods. The couple Matthew H. and Amanda T. had stopped at the side of the street as Matthew had to throw up; When they took a walk into the forest to calm his stomach down, they found the body. Amanda described the girl as made-up like a doll or like a copy of Snow White as she had dark hair and wore a long white dress. Matthew couldn't talk to the police because he was still feeling too sick.
Almost at the same time her brother, the 9-year-old boy Robert M., was discovered in a construction area in the middle of the city by some teenagers who walked around there - unauthorized. They receive psychological aftercare. At first they thought, he must have been crushed by the metal framework he was lying under, assuming from the amount of blood around him.
The autopsy findings might prove another cause of death though.