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"What is insanity, anyway? Is it when you scream and everyone else whispers, or is it when you fight for what's right, even when everyone else thinks you're wrong?" -unknown
It was light out even though it was night, the full moon throwing a glow over the tombstones. He ran despite the fact that his wounded feet throbbed with every step. His whole body hurt, he was sure he'd broken his right arm and some of his ribs were bruised or cracked. But when you were running for your life none of it mattered. He'd been running for some time now, finding no way out of this place. To his left came a long howl and he cried out as he tripped over a root. He scrambled to sit up and his eyes went wide when he saw it. He turned and tried to get away on all fours before a huge weight slammed into his back, pressing him to the ground. Pain filled his mind as slashes were raked down his back, the blood pouring out. His screams meant nothing as there wasn't anyone around to hear him but his attacker. The attack continued and he squirmed trying to roll away. A particular slash managed to catch his side and it split open. He felt so weak his sight blurring, muscles beginning to relax. This was it he thought, as he looked up at the nearest headstone. A little angel smiles at him from its glossy surface. With a loud snapping sound it was the last thing he saw as his life left his broken body.
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JJ entered Hotch's office with a case file and a frown on her face. He was on the phone, and held up a finger to tell her to wait. He wrapped up the call in less than a minute and turned to her. "What have you got for us?" he went right to business. "This one is quite a mess," she handed the file over so Hotch could look it over while she explained. "Montana, Flathead County has had a number of murders recently. They look like ritual killings, about one killing per week for the last month and a half."
"Over a month and we are just getting this?" Hotch looked up from the file. "Well the crimes happened over the entire county and it's a fair sized area, different cops, different shifts and locations were spread out it took the third kill for a pattern and the fourth to say they were the same unsub. They sent the file after the fifth case. There's a lot of things to sort through, no lack of evidence in some and others are almost virtually clean." She finished and waited while Hotch looked over a copy of some of the reports sent over. "Call the team, conference in ten," he dismissed her to get the others.
Ten minutes later the team was sitting around the large round table in the conference room, the corkboard to the left held a map of Montana and pictures from some of the crime scenes. All the team members had a copy of the same file JJ had given Hotch. "All right we had a new case, first impressions?" Hotch asked as he leaned back against the wall holding the TV. "Our unsub attacks mostly men meaning they'd have to be strong, fit, so I go with a man." Morgan started. "He hunts over a large territory, but knows that areas well enough to be comfortable. He may be local to the area." Prentiss went next. "Lack of evidence or evidence that is confusing suggests a level of high intelligence, also to know the victims movements to take them implies he might have watched them." Reid added to the growing list. "The identity of his victims is also quite telling. You may be right about intelligence Reid, but our unsub could also have a mental disorder as well by the evidence and ritual way the victims are killed," Gideon looked to his young protégé. "All valid points to think about, we'll be wheels up in thirty," Hotch announced and with that they got up to gather their to go bags.
(Still working on my other story so no fear, I'll post soon. Wrote this by hand a while back and thought I'd type and post it. Reviews always welcome.)