Killers can seem smart when you can't figure out who they are. -
Pat Brown
The sound of music came to my ears, and I winced at the sunlight. It was too bright. Images of the past few hours came into his mind.
He sat up immediately, trying not to panic.
It had only been yesterday when he'd been laughing and joking with Morgan and JJ.
Now he was…Well, he wasn't very sure where he was.
Looking around, he seemed to be in a basement. It was warm, and he was lying in a bed with one arm in a chain. Who had brought him here?
A part of him was reminded, of a little girl around twenty-four. She was with an older man who was about Spencer's age. He was the violent type, and it seemed to Reid like the girl was afraid.
Speaking of the girl, he had remembered how shy he had been around someone like her. She had blonde hair, with a fringe to the side. Bright blue eyes, and she had nice porcelain skin, full red lips and a button nose.
Her brother was a little darker, and had a darker brown-ish blonde hair. He was built taller too, around 6ft 2, and had bright green eyes. He seemed extremely confident in himself.
They had met in a café, where he'd noticed the girl was giggling at the brother. His mood suddenly darkened, and gripping her wrist he dragged her out of the café.
Reid had followed, wondering why he had been so mad when only a few seconds before he was making his little sister laugh. They walked to a parking lot, and were standing next to a dark blue Volvo.
"What the Hell do you think you were doing Emilie?" he yelled at her. She didn't answer, looking firmly at the ground. The man froze, and spotted Reid standing a few metres away.
Reid immediately knew something was wrong, and turned to walk away. But he was grabbed, and punched. That was all he could remember.
The sound of a door opening brought him out of his thoughts, and he saw the girl named Emilie from yesterday skip down the stairs. She was very small and pixie-like. Much smaller than her brother.
"You're awake!" she beamed.
Reid was disturbed by how she had been so happy. Emilie sat at the end of his bed and pulled at her jeans. She was wearing dark blue jeans, runners and a pink top that's sleeves came to her elbows.
"E-Emilie," Reid whispered, his throat burning.
"Yes! I'm Emilie," she grinned. "You heard Corey yesterday, didn't you?"
Corey…that was her brother's name.
"I did, yes. I'm Spencer Reid. Emilie, where is Corey right now?"
"The forest…," she answered, looking quite nervous now.
"And do you know when he'll be back?"
"Corey goes there for a few hours," she mumbled. "I can't tell you too much Reid, or he'll get really mad. You would not like Corey when he's mad."
"Emilie where are we exactly?"
"Well, far away from New York, in the forest region," she murmured. "Some people were on TV, looking for you. A woman called Jennifer-."
"JJ," Reid said desperately, cutting off Emilie. "Has Corey killed before Emilie?"
"Y-Yeah, but I'm not allowed go near the shed or he'll get mad."
"Emilie, you have to call the police."
"I can't Reid, Corey will kill me, he's really violent," she babbled. "H-He'll get so, so mad and-."
"Emilie!" someone yelled.
Both of them froze at hearing Corey's voice.
He stomped down the stairs, his eyes blazing when he saw Emilie. He grabbed her blonde hair, and began hitting and screaming at her.
"Stop, Corey!" she begged.
"Corey!" Reid yelled. Corey didn't seem to hear them.
He left, bringing Emilie with them. The sounds of crashing, banging and yelling were the only sounds Reid could even hear.
When Emilie came back a few hours later, carrying some soup for him, Reid's eyes softened.
"Emilie?" he whispered. She didn't reply, and left the soup on the dresser next to the bed. When she turned, Reid saw she was sporting a black eye.
It seemed Emilie was just as much as prisoner of her brother as Reid was.