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Summary: He was patient. He found the perfect family. He lured them to California. He killed the pretty blue eyed blond girl first. He killed the pretty green eyed brunette woman second. He wrote a note and he waited for the message to get across. He left his smile on the wall and let them wallow in fear and uncertainty, as he waited for the perfect moment to strike. He was patient. He was famous for it.
Agent Theresa Lisbon had never been this scared. Frightened – yes. She fought with criminals on a day to day basis, so fear was a natural part of her everyday. As a child, she used to be so scared of the dark that she would curl up in a ball and sob until someone turned the lights on. After her mother died, she could never hear sirens without being tempted to cover her ears and scream. But this was something very different.
The walls pressed against her at all sides. The air was limited, and she knew for a fact that it would run out soon. Much sooner than anyone could ever find her. Because it wasn't a room she was lying in. The walls around her were the sides of a homemade coffin, sans silk lining. She had been made to watch as the lid closed. She had heard every shovelful of dirt as it hit, hiding her from view permanently. Now she was trapped with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. Not even a tape recorder so that she could record a message for the team who would never forgive themselves.
Her arm throbbed from being twisted around. The bandage on it was dirty, and if she didn't change it soon the wound would get infected. The cuffs around her wrists were tight, and her hands pressed uncomfortably into her back as she lay still – but there was no room for any movement. The sides of the box scraped her elbows, curved around her hips, and touched her heels. A custom built grave.
I won't be able to update this any time soon, since I'll be away and without internet for the next three weeks, but just remember that I will update. I promise.
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