Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Criminal Minds or Maximum Ride characters, but I sure wish I did!

I watched my tormentor hook up the machine that would bring me to my impending doom. Maybe he would show me mercy, but likewise not. He simply doesn't care about me at all. I'm not even sure he knows my name. I wish that someone would come save me. But, when?I may actually never see the sunlight and feel the breeze in my golden, silky hair ever again.

He looks over at me, his smile is ugly and evil. You can see where his teeth are missing. I bet his last victim was a fighter. Whoa, did i just say victim?! Am I a victim?! All these thoughts, and many more, were running through my pounding head. Crimson blood strained my hairline as it trickled down my forehead. Feeling light-headed, I reached out, trying to see if I could do anything to stop him from hurting me anymore. After my hand flew through empty space, I retreated my hand back to my side, being careful not to let him see me move. I don't even know this dude's name, and he's already trying to jab needles into my sensitive skin. Gosh, what a creep.

He walked over to me with an 8 inch syringe in his hand, filled to the brim with a green-ish blue-ish mixture. Walking up to me slowly, he said to me, "You move; you die. Understand me, girl?"

Nodding carefully, I watched his every move. He sat down the mysterious medicine on a side table, and suddenly tackled me to the ground. Not seeing it coming, he easily pinned me down and chained me to the closest wall. Kicking and screaming at him, which was basically breaking the only rule he gave me earlier, I couldn't let him inject me with that stuff. It would obviously take away my wings-my WINGS! I forgot all about those lanky things on my back. Snowy white wings with light, mocha-brown speckles on them, I waited for the right time to spread them out to their full wingspan. My captor grabbed the syringe and pointed it to my sun-kissed skin. Wiggling and squirming as much as possible to try to make him spill the bubbling liquid, he missed me and squirted the floor.

"NOOOOO!" He screamed in my ear. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!"

Smirking at him, I said calmly, "Sucks to be you, doesn't it?"

Well, after that little remark of mine, the poor little guy had a temper tantrum; he got mad. He unchained my hands from the wall and began to throw the punches. Knowing that it was the right time to jump out and surprise this moron with my wings, I gave him a piece of his own medicine. Punching and kicking at him, I managed to hit him and knock the air right out of him. Unleashing my wings, I swooped up and flapped, taking into the air. He was yelling at me to come down, and by the looks of it, was totally upset that things hadn't gone his way. I guess he hasn't been working as a kidnapper for too long, because he seemed WAY too surprised that he hadn't defeated me. Heh, stupid!

Reid and Morgan rushed through the cellar door with their guns drawn. They were looking for the unsub, Lucas Grove, whom was kidnapping young women and experimenting on them. They had to get to the latest victim, Katie Davidson, before he experimented and killed her too. Almost all his so-called "experiments" end up dying. The team couldn't let her die too.

Rounding the first corner in the dark and moist basement, the pair searched for Katie but couldn't find her. After finding that the spooky place was clear, they alerted the rest of their fellow teammates and then just talked as they looked for any evidence on where he might be.

"Do you think we will find her in time?" Reid asked Morgan, hopefully.

"To be honest, kid, I don't know," Morgan replied.

"Well, I know that, but I was just wondering what you thought... I just mean that, we loose so many people. I'm afraid we will loose her too."

"Don't worry, kid. We'll find her."

Getting back in the jet black SUV, the two drove off to the BAU, where they would alert the team of what they had found. They casually talked on the way back to the BAU, because since this case was in Quantico itself, they didn't have to book any hotel rooms. Walking into the calm, quiet office, the agents sat down, closed their eyes, and totally relaxed. What else could they do? It's not like they could be doing anything better than relaxing right now anyways.

Suddenly the radio crackled to life. Jumping from the surprise, Morgan snatched up the radio and replied to the sender. "This is Morgan, over."

"Morgan, this is Hotch. The woman who was missing has checked herself into St. Anthonys Hospital," Hotch's voice boomed over the small walkie talkie.

"OK Hotch. We'll be there," Morgan said and grabbed the keys. "Let's go!"

NOOOOOOO! Why in the world would this woman move and make me spill it?! I'm so tired of her games, I might as welll kill her now! Katie Davidson will be soon dead. Nobody can stop me either. She will regret ever making me spill that injection.

Taking the fiery whip in my left hand, which only had 4 fingers, I smacked it up in the air at her leg, trying to get 1 crack on her. He would do ANYTHING to get revenge on his test subject for spilling the last of his wonderful creation. It would have given her WINGS! But since she already had wings, it would have got rid of hers. She would have been normal. I bet she would of liked that, being normal and all.

But do I even care if she would be happy? No! I can't believe I even THOUGHT about if she would be happy or not. It's not like I even care about her or her feelings. She's just an experiment-no. She's a real person, not just my experiment.

What's wrong with me?! Lucas thought. Why the heck am I caring about this girl? She doesn't matter to me!

Katie struck her foot out at Lucas and hit his stomach, knocking the air right out of him. Lashing out at her with the whip and his own hands, he managed to get a few good punches here and there. Pulling his knife out of his pocket, he opened it and pointed it at her sun-kissed skin. The beach blonde soared in the air away from his reach.

"Are you really that stupid?" Katie asked me, and I didn't reply. That dumb girl.

Soaring ever higher than before, she went through the window, which was located at the very top of the room. Before she made her exit, she mumbled something under her breath.

"What did you just say?!" I screamed at her.

"I said, sucks to be you, now doesn't it?" She yelled back, even louder than me. ME.

Before I had time to even reply, she flew away into the star-less, foggy night, with nowhere to go that was safe. I would get her back, and that I knew was a promise.