Readermad here, I hope you enjoy this story. This story has three parts in it, I trying out a new thing so just stay with me. This chapter is sort to just give you an idea.
Criminal Minds/ the Words Unknown...
Part 1, the Long Words....
Chapter 1, Pen and Paper
Wednesday
Death...a name, an end of someone's life, and a hobby.
To some, death was a job. They pick someone and end their lives for revenge, for love, for justices and some who just can't stop.
There are but a few who don't do it cause' they want to or they have to. These people kill for one thing only, to be named Death itself.
These people kill the ones they know, even if they just met. They would wait and watch their victims and everyone around them.
Some of these killers would kidnap their "prey" back to their hideout and tell them that their lives will end by Death. After they kill them, they would bring their victims back to their Victim's homes to be found. These are the ones that get caught easily because they are disorganized.
The second type of killers would go to their Victim's homes and kill them in the bedroom, but they slowly watch their Victim's life being drained away and after they are done they would write on the wall in blood, "Death will reveal..." They barely get caught.
There is one more type, which no one has caught, that no one can ever find and Sam Tyson was one of them.
To the world, Tyson never existed. No one knew who he was or what he was, but that'll change, he'll show the world who he is, he'll show everyone that he is death.
The days went on and Mr Tyson hadn't moved from his seat at his desk. He sat there looking down at the blank sheet of paper and the blue coloured pen that sat on top of the page undisturbed.
His desk was messy, with the empty bottles of water and boxes from some take away crowd, the stack of papers that flooded the edge of the desk with years of notes on his victims in his life.
He couldn't help but to give himself praise for the work he done, 102 victims he had taken their lives before their eyes. The one thing that got laughing for joy was the fact that half his victim's families still thinks they're somewhere out there, fools was what he called them, idiots.
He tried to think of a way to get noticed but not to get caught, to let the people know that Death is here. He wants to see all the fear in those people's faces that are just walking about.
He laughed out loud at the image of this.
Sam picked up the blue pen and examined it. He was about to write down his plan, write down everything that he has in store for America, and he knew that everything is going to come true.
His snake-like smile appeared on his face as he rested the pen top on the paper and began to write his plan.
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The darkness seemed to have surrounded him. Everything around him seemed to have disappeared into darkness. Vanished. Reid was alone, unsure where he was. He felt his fear over-powering him. He tried not to show it but he couldn't control it anymore.
He knew he was standing, but what scared him, it looked like he was standing on nothing. Everything was black; everywhere he looks it was total blackness.
Reid wrapped his arms around his middle trying to stop himself from shaking. He closed his eyes; he didn't want to be here. He closed his eyes tighter.
He heard a voice, someone breathing deeply. 'I'm scared.'
It was a girl between five and ten by the sound of her voice. Reid opened his eyes. He was still covered in darkness.
'P-please, Spencer...' The girl mumbled, sounding terrified.
The voice seems to be near. There was something about it, something that he couldn't put his finger on it.
'W-where are you?' Reid called as he looked around his surroundings but there was nothing but darkness.
'P-please, Spencer...' She repeated even more closely now. Her voice echoed around him.
How does she know my name, Reid thought, who is she.
Before Reid knew it the girl screamed, 'SPENCER.....!'
The noise was deafening, Reid covered his ears as the girl kept screaming; his ears began to bleed in pain, his head spinning, his body getting weaker and weaker.
Reid awoke gasping in his bed, in his bedroom. He felt his heart pounding inside his chest, with every beat sending an unbearable pain threw his whole body. He pressed hard against his chest with his right hand, which felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.
He could hear his phone ringing at his bedside table just a few inches away. He had trouble breathing, slowly he took a deep breath, trying to regain his strength. Reid just lay there, as the pain in his chest slowly faded and his body returned to normal.
When he realized that his phone was still ringing, he grabbed it with his spare arm and flipped it open without looking at the ID caller.
He placed his phone at his ear. 'Hello.' Reid said, trying to keep his voice level.
'Reid, its Hotch.' Hotch replied, sounding more tired then ever.
'Is something the matter?' Reid asked. Reid bit his lower lip to stop himself from gasping , it was painful for him to talk, but he didn't want Hotch to know.
'We got a case, a kidnapping and it's an urgent one. I need you to come down here immediately.' Before Reid could reply, Hotch hung up and Reid was left in the silence once again.
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