As he slowly comes to, he manages to crack his heavy eyelids open just barely enough to tell that he is still in the dark, cold room. The only noise coming from his quick shallow breaths. He is naked, trembling, and for the moment, he is alone. His wrists and ankles are bound to the table he is lying on. Half of his body is in immense pain from all the cuts and bruises; the other half is completely numb. He misses him mom. He hates his father. He just wants this nightmare to end so he can go home. He refuses to cry. He knows it'll all be over soon. He just has to endure the torment a little longer.
When the body suffers, the mind soars.
He tries to shut everything out but those words replay over and over again in his head. It's what she says. As if that is enough to make sense of all the torture. He knows she'll be back soon, and when she comes back, well, that's when the real pain will begin. He knows he should try to shut it all out. Force his brilliant mind to escape to somewhere else. But the idea of creating himself an alternate reality scares him far worse than being where he is at the moment.
Inside the dark basement of a murdering psychopath.
Just two days before his 12th birthday.
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Spencer's head felt like it was caving in. His stomach was railing against him. Raw and burning. He hadn't eaten more than a piece of dry toast in just under three days. Even that wouldn't stay down for long.
He splashed some cold water on his face just before he heard a loud knocking on his hotel room door. Breathing out a heavy, pained sigh he grabbed a hand towel and dried his face and hands before going to see who was calling after him.
"Hey Pretty Boy, I'm starving, we're all gonna go grab a bite to eat and unwind. Let's go."
The last thing Spencer wanted to do was go to some cheap dive for food and drinks that he'd never be able to hold down anyway. Much less being forced to socialize with anyone when he felt this detached.
"Uh, actually Morgan, I think I'm just skip dinner and turn in for the night."
Morgan chose then to give Reid a quick once over and what he noticed was not good. The kid was looking skeletal again. Like he had when he first joined the BAU. He was pale and, while they never actually went away, the dark purple rings under his eyes were now more pronounced. Like he hadn't slept in weeks.
"Hey kid, you okay?"
Rubbing first his eyes, then the back of his head, "I'm fine. Just not hungry. You guys go ahead and I'll catch up with you all tomorrow on the jet."
Sensing Reid wasn't going to budge, Morgan decided it best to just drop it. But he'd be sure to get to the bottom of what was going on with the kid. Rather he liked it or not.
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"Author's" note: I've been a long time reader, but have never in my life written anything. Hopefully I don't suck too terribly bad, but if I do feel free to tell me so.
This story has been bouncing around in my head for a while now, hence why I have decided to sit down and type it out. Please note that, again, this is my first time here so... I am learning as I go. Hopefully I don't screw things up too terribly bad.
Also, I recently read a fiction novel about a serial killer and her victim so this fic is pretty heavily influenced by that.
What I have in my head is not a very long and drawn out story, but it does have a lot of twists and turns. Most of which are very dark. This first "chapter" is more of an intro, really. But I hope to have maybe 10 to 15 full length chapters after this.
So yeah, hopefully someone will actually read this, but if not, don't mind me as I entertain myself over here in the corner all by my lonesome. =-)
