Hello, first time back in a while thought i'd start something new because I really can't get back into the old stuff. if you have never seen me before welcome. I hope you enjoy it. i'm not sure where it should be set because I don't really know like the areas of America that great so any suggestions pm or comment.
disclaimer I do not own any of criminal minds or anything.
The man's mistake was coming. The moment he stepped out of his Land rover, treading gravel under foot, he was a dead man. A cold calculating half-moon highlighted the angles on his face, he was not afraid, impatient maybe a little cold but not afraid; they never were. On the edge of the forest was a dilapidated shed that was weary with age, windows shattered and roof groaning as the wicked wind whipped through it assaulting the tin roof. The sound of leaves colliding and braches swaying climaxed muting all other sounds as the man casually strode deeper into the dense trees. He never saw the hooded figure sheltered by the trees directly in front of him.
"Are you here?" his gruff voice definitely conveyed impatience.
Why the rush? Are you really so eager to take your last breath?
Cursing he reached into his trouser pocket retrieving his phone, no doubt going to summon who he was waiting for, meaty fingers punched in numbers on the key pad whilst the shadowy figure crept closer almost close enough to reach out and touch.
Come on, how long are you going to keep me waiting, is your skull really that thick you can't take the thought to seek me out. Come and find me, don't let me do everything for you.
More swears flew from the so called gentleman, the phone beeping monotonously as the words no signal flashed up on the screen, of course the middle of the woods was expected to deliver impeccable signal to this man in all weathers all the time. Sighing and swear he came crashing through the foliage, bumbling around trying to find his way back to his car five minutes waiting was long enough and he had had it . All the fuss was more than enough to conceal the click as the safety on the gun was lifted and the soundless steps of his hunter.
Boring boring boring, so unimaginative. I have to do everything all the time.
A low laugh emanated from the trees, a twisted deep hollow laugh that the wind carried to the man, into his ears and down his spine chilling him to the core. "who's there? Is that you? What the hell are you doing? " the slight rise in his voice as he finished highlighted a crack in his uncaring façade.
Good now we're getting somewhere. Do I detect a little nervousness, come on now. I know you have more to give me.
" Stop pissing about goddamn it lets get this over with so I can get out of here." Pacing at the edge of the forest the rustle of footsteps from the shadows commanded his attention. He stood a little straighter, breathing slowed "Right come on then let's get it over with man!" frustration seeping out of every syllable.
Let me help you. I hear death is much more serene.
But I can't promise you it'll be quick.
If it makes any difference, I can assure you I will enjoy this very much.
Escaping from the shadows the man's face turned from impatience to surprise, although that surprise did not even come close to the surprise on his face as the gun was lifted and he was shot. He was shot right in the shoulder. Warm blood blossoming out across his shirt. Collapsing to the floor he tried to writhe away on his back, teeth clenched biting back the pain.
Oh don't go away I have only just got started with you…