Hello everyone! This is my first attempt at writing so please be kind. I have been reading on this site for a few years and have finally gotten the courage and idea to submit my own story.
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All he could think about was running for cover, avoiding any stray shotgun blasts, and calling for help…just not necessarily in that order.
His logical reasoning was telling him this couldn't possibly be happening.
The room around him was erupting in chaos: patients running and screaming or sitting in the corners rocking back and forth. The staff was desperately trying to get their patients to safety. The furniture and objects in the room seemed to move on their own, targeting anyone who tried to leave the recreation room. A desk had already taken out an orderly who had tried to make it to the nurse's station just outside the door way to call for help.
If the furniture flying around his head wasn't enough of a distraction then the slamming open and closing of the windows added to the unbelievable scene that was unfolding around him. There was no logical explanation for anything that was going on around him. All he could do was help move patients to the far walls and avoid becoming a target of the flying furniture. His mind was racing trying to explain the unexplainable.
As the last of the patients were moved to walls and away from harm, he turned his attention to the face off that was occurring in the middle of the room. Two men, with shot guns, were standing behind a line of what looked like sugar or maybe salt and were pointing said shot guns not at the patients or staff but at whatever was causing the disturbance. What he couldn't explain or rationalize was that every time one of the men fired the gun at a seemingly solid figure it would flicker and blink out of existence only to reappear moments later in a different spot. Each time the entities flickered in and out of existence they seemed to be searching for a weak spot to cross the line and get to their victims.
Things were spiraling dangerously out of control and away from the rational and believable world the he was used to. If Doctor Spencer Reid had not witnessed it with his own eyes, he never would have believed it. He still wasn't sure he believed it.
Revised 3/17/13. No new content just fixing grammatical errors.