This is my second story here, but first one that's got chapters and not just a one shot. I have a bit of it typed out already, but I'm just going to start out posting the first chapter, and if people seem interested I will keep going, so please review! I'm still new at all this, so this isn't going to be that great. This chapter kind of has some crime-related aspects, which I found so difficult to write, so those parts may be worse than others. Comments, criticsim, and whatever else you fancy are much appreciated! :) This story at first kind of just goes back and forth between Emily's point of view, and an original character's point of view. Some team members are mentioned, but they will all be in the story more later on, I promise! :)
Oh and as a disclaimer, I clearly do not own Criminal Minds, the characters, the actors, etc. I only own the people's names I came up with. Anyway, on to the story!
Kaila Fisher
I hear my mother scream. I jump out of my bed, and run down the hall to her room. The door's locked. I can't get in. I knock on the door and yell, "Mom! Are you okay? What happened?"
I hear nothing. I press my ear closely to the door, and hear muffled sobs, and a whisper. I can tell it's a man. I bang on the door again.
"Leave her alone!" I scream.
Again, I hear nothing. Then, I hear the man come closer to the door and whisper, "It's okay, Kaila. You're next." I froze.
"H-h-how... how do you- how do you know my name?" I managed to get out.
"I know more than you think, darling. Now unless you want to hear me kill your mother, I suggest you go hide somewhere. I'll find you, where ever you go, so don't think I'm letting you go." I began sobbing.
"No! No no no please. Please. You- you can't kill her! You don't understand please she didn't do anything! She's all I have don't kill her please!"
*BANG* A gunshot.
I'm still sobbing, but by this time I am sitting on the floor in front of my mother's door. "Mom!" I scream. "Please be alive. Please." I whisper.
Nothing.
"I told you to go hide!" The voice said again.
I can't leave. My legs won't move. I sit, and sob.
A few moments later, the doorknob turns and the man emerges.
He's in all black. He has on a mask. He kicks me, and tells me to stand up. I stand up, and kick him as hard as I could. He's down a moment, but his pain turns to rage all too quickly, and he slashes my arm with a knife. I scream in pain. I go into my mother's room. I see her lying on the bed, a pool of blood surrounding her. I feel sick to my stomach. I cry even harder, and try to tackle the man, but he stabs me in the stomach, a pain I've never felt in my life. I stand there holding my stomach, blood covering my hands, trying to scream, but no sound comes out. Then, I'm hit in the head with something, and it all goes black.
When I wake up, I'm screaming. I close my eyes, tears streaming down my face. I feel someone sit beside me and pull me into a hug. "Shh, shh. It's okay. You're safe. It's alright now." The voice whispers soothingly. I don't recognize the voice, but I know it's a woman. I push her away, and open my eyes. As soon as the woman stops hugging me, there's a nurse there, poking and prodding me making sure I'm alright. When the nurse was finished with that and asking me incessant questions, I turned to the woman who'd hugged me.
"Who are you? How did I get here? Where is he? Did you save my mom?" I ask, my questions flowing too fast for me to stop them.
The woman brushed some of my light brown hair out of my face, and replied. "My name is Emily, I work for the FBI. My team and I found you unconscious, and the man who was there about to kill you. We stopped him, and called an ambulance for you. You have a bad concussion, you were stabbed in the stomach, and your arm was cut really bad. The man is in jail now, for life. I wanted to stay here until you woke up to explain all this to you. You have been in and out of consciousness for two days. " She said, calmly, looking me right in the eyes. She had dark hair, almost black. Her eyes were just as dark, but she was really pale. I had no idea who she was, but she made me feel safe. Then I realized she didn't answer one of my questions.
"But what... what about my mom?" I said, looking away from her, tears forming in my eyes. I already knew the answer to this question.
Emily took a breath, let it out, and finally spoke. "When my team and I got to the scene, your mother was... she was already gone." She said sadly.
"Maybe your stupid team should have gotten there about five minutes earlier! Or maybe not at all! You should have let him kill me too!" I yelled. I didn't mean to sound so bitchy, but I was just completely and utterly alone, and scared out of my mind.
Emily hardly looked like what I said affected her. "We got there as fast as we could. We saved your life, I can't imagine what you're going through right now. But now, that man can't hurt anyone else."
"Oh, that's great. You just let him hurt me and my mom and act like you saved the universe." I said, again acting like a bitch. This time, I apologized.
''I'm sorry." I said quickly. "You're the only one who seems to care about me right now. I shouldn't say that stuff to you it's just..." I began sobbing again. I tried to sit up, but as I tried, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and my head began to pound. "Oh, my God." I said closing my eyes, trying to relax, trying to stop the pain, still crying.
"What? What is it?" Emily asked, alarmed, getting off the bed. "I didn't hurt you did I?"
"No," I replied. "My stomach and head-Oh, my God does this hospital not give pain killers!" I half yelled. The pain was so intense.
Emily reached over and pushed a button. A few seconds later, the pain reduced.
"Thanks." I said. "What did you just do?"
Emily showed me the button, right next to my bed. "This distributes a painkiller through your IV when you need it. They haven't given you anything in awhile, they wanted to wait until you were awake to see your pain level."
"Well on a scale of 1-10 it was about a 15," I looked at her. "How long have you been here?" I asked.
"Since you were admitted," she said.
"When was that?"
"Tuesday morning, about 3am." She replied.
"And what day is it now?" I asked. I felt so out of it.
"It's Friday, about 11am." She answered.
"Oh." I said, surprised. "You said I was in and out of consciousness, right?"
"Yes, but you only woke up for a few seconds each time. You never said a word, you just woke up, looked around, and then you were out again. He hit your head really hard, and you lost a lot of blood. But I'm glad to see you're awake now." She told me.
"I didn't know FBI agents did stuff like this. I thought that was like child services or something."
"Well, technically, I'm not supposed to. But, rules are meant to be broken." She smiled at me. I would have smiled back, had I not remembered what got me where I was in the first place.
"I'm alone now." I said, sadly.
"I've been talking with a social worker. She's finding somewhere for you to go. You won't be alone."
"I have nowhere to go. My father walked out of my life when I was eight, never talked to me again, turned his entire family against my mother and me, and then committed suicide two years ago because he felt like he was a bad father. No shit, dad. So that side of the family is out. My mother is an only child. Her parents were older when they had her, and they died when my mom was twenty-two. And now- and now.. and-" I began crying again. I hated crying in front of people.
Emily sat back down on my bed, and hugged me again, just like she had after I woke up screaming. "And now my mother is dead. It's always been me and her, and now she's gone. And now I'm gonna have to go into foster care or something stupid. No one would adopt me. People adopt babies and cute little three year olds. Not traumatized fifteen year olds! No one will want me." I said, in between sobs.
"Hey, hey. Shh. We'll find somewhere nice. I promise." Emily said.
"I am not going into foster care, I am not going to some group home. I will rip this IV out of my arm, walk out that door, and go die on the street." I said seriously. Okay... maybe that was a bit dramatic, but I had to get the point across somehow.
Emily bit her lip. "Why don't you try and get some more sleep? That medicine is going to kick in any minute now, and I don't want to keep you up." She eased me back onto the pillow, and rubbed my not-cut arm.
"Wait," I said. "Can I ask you something? Well a few things, really."
"Of course you can." Emily smiled back at me.
"Did I know him? Did you talk to him? Why did he do it?" I asked all at once.
"Are you sure you want to talk about him right now?" Emily questioned, as she furrowed her eyebrows.
"Yes. I need to know." I said, seriously.
"Alright," Emily said. "His name is Earl Strasser. He was your trash man, who came and got your trash every week. He's been killing single mothers and their children for three years now, but we finally caught him. He would watch in every neighborhood he picked up at, taking note of all single mothers. He'd learn their routines, he'd stalk them. Then, he'd kill them. Growing up, he lived with his mother. He has never met his father to this day, and his mother was bi-polar. Earl practically raised himself, but apparently, he decided all single mothers were as bad as his, so he killed so many innocent people..." Emily trailed off. That was when I realized I was shaking like a leaf. I didn't know what to think of what Emily just told me. I was so angry, so upset, so confused.
"He killed MY mom, because HIS childhood sucked?" I screamed. Emily gently put one hand on each of my shoulders.
"Shh, shh. I know. There's no excuse for what he did. I'm so sorry this happened to you, honey. But you have to calm down. Okay? He's paying for it now. You seem strong, I know you will pull through this in time." She encouraged me, and it worked. I stopped shaking.
"But, you really need to get some rest now, I don't want you overdoing it." She fussed over me, just like a mom. I wondered if she had any kids, but instead, I said, "Don't leave."
"I'll be here when you wake up again." She promised. I nodded, suddenly feeling the effects of the medicine, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
Ehhh, there you have it. The next chapter is from Emily's point of view. If I can get a couple of people who want to read it, then I'll post it! So be sure to review!