Hello Everybody! I haven't updated my other story in a while, but that's because I had no Wifi and then I went on vacation; the problem being that I can't write on "Let's Play" because it's on Google Drive. But I started writing this story instead. The idea just popped up in my head and I started writing, not sure if it's good or not. Tonight I'm going to upload two chapters to see how much response it gets. Thank you for your patience!
Morgan's POV
"Reid?" I hissed for the hundredth time, pain shooting through me when I tried to move. Looking down I wished I didn't. My leg was a bloody mess, but the disturbing thing was the shin where I could see something white standing out between the red. Nauseous I let my head fall back on the muddy ground, hopeless to get out without help.
"Yeah?" the meek reply made me jump and instantly regret the movement. Cursing I tried to see Reid but he had to be somewhere behind me out of my sight, so instead I asked: "Are you alright?"
"I think so and you?" his voice was barely a whisper; he had probably been unconscious and had just woken up.
"Fine, I guess… I think my leg is broken… I see bone", a new wave of pain gripped me and I gritted my teeth to stop myself from screaming. Somebody could hear us, he could hear us.
"You see what?!" his shocked exclamation sounded much more awake, giving me hope that he wasn't badly injured.
"Bone… you know that white hard stuff that's in your body?" I couldn't help but chuckle as he gave an annoyed grunt at the comment.
"Morgan I know what bones are! Are you bleeding? I know stupid question, of course are you bleeding. Wait, I'll try to come to you." His panicked questions made me smile again, but I heard noises that indicated that he was serious with coming to me and a loud clang made me wince when I thought about him.
"Be careful! If he is close he could hear you!" I didn't intend to make the reply sound so panicked, but I couldn't help but worry when I heard Reid making another noise.
"Don't worry I'll be quiet" he whispered. After more little noises and some curses that actually gave me reason to chuckle again, it seemed that Reid had freed himself from the broken wood that lay all around us and currently over me, stopping me from getting away.
"I'm under here, Reid. It should be a big pile of wood." I explained when it seemed like he was looking for me.
"You're under that? Wait… I'll see how I can come under there. Ah! Found you." Something moved over me and I blinked rapidly when light fell on my face. After several seconds I was finally able to get used to it and looked up; right into Reid's smiling and bloody face.
"Red fits you well." was the only thing I could think of and Reid scrunched up his brows in confusion before putting a slender hand to his face and giving a soft 'oh' of realization when it was covered in some blood.
"I didn't recognize the injury. But don't worry head wounds always bleed a lot, so it looks worse than it is. Actually there was a study in France in 2006 that proved that head wounds…" Ignoring his ramble I inspected him closer. His face was a mess. All of the right side was covered in blood from the head wound, but it was starting to dry and it seemed that it wasn't bleeding anymore. Beside that his skin was covered in little cuts and scratches, probably caused by the splinters coming from the wood. The clothes he had worn today were ruined. The brown vest was completely gone, the underlying blue shirt was torn, and part of it was missing at the left shoulder, exposing the light skin of it. His pants didn't look differently, on one side it had ripped open to the knee and was hanging awkwardly from Reid's leg. Other than that there was nothing that concerned me about him. However I worried about his mental state. His quick gestures and his rapid speaking indicated his nervousness, sweat was starting to be visible on his face and even when he tried to hide his fear with his smile I could see it in his wide brown eyes. I didn't judge him for it. I was as scared as he was with him running loose.
"… As you can see your wound is more concerning than mine and I would suggest that we need to stop the blood flow. Right now I can't put pressure on it; I can't even see it because you are buried, but we need to care for it before I start digging you out. Which side is it?" His speech about statistic and facts about head wounds ended, stopping me from inspecting him further.
"The right leg." I mumbled and watched as he walked around the pile out of my sight. Suddenly I felt him move two pieces of wood, letting could air touch my right knee and I felt his two careful hands next as they tried to reach the injury, but there was still too much wood.
I heard him stand up again and next he was standing over me again, working on his pants while he spoke to me: "Well, it does look bad, but I can't really see much or reach it. For now I'll cut of the blood flow right over your knee." He showed a strip of his pants that he had ripped as explanation before continuing: "It will hurt, but I won't risk you bleeding out on me. After that I'll try to get you free from that and we'll find somewhere safe to hide, okay?" I appreciated that he shared his plan with me before doing anything and nodded in agreement. Just as he had disappeared out of view he came back; an apologetic look in his eyes and a piece of wood in his hands.
"It prevents you from hurting yourself and it'll help with the pain at least a little bit." Reid looked embarrassed as I just opened my mouth wordlessly and he placed the piece of wood there for me to bite on, I still felt nauseous and it didn't get better with the anticipation of pain. When I felt Reid wrapping the piece of cloth above my knees I prepared myself for the worst. It wasn't enough. I couldn't help but let out a muffled scream when Reid jerked his hands in different direction, efficiently tying a tight knot around my leg and stopping the blood flow. The pain was just like a stabbing cramp, working itself slowly up my leg all over my body; leaving me panting like I had run a marathon.
"…-gan! Morgan! Keep awake! You can't pass out!" Reid's urgent voice pulled me out of the painful fog in my mind.
"I'm okay, Reid… don't worry" My voice sounded slurred and it was still difficult to stay awake, but I just focused on Reid's face above my face and couldn't help but smile at how he slapped me softly to ensure that I kept my eyes open.
"If you fall asleep know I can't help you. I'm not going to carry you around, you are way too heavy." Reid's feigned seriousness, but I could see a spark of mischief in his eyes.
"Very funny. You probably couldn't even lift me, not to mention carrying me anywhere." I laughed as the slapping started again when I closed my eyes for a second.
"That's true. It seems like I'll have to leave you behind. I'm sorry, Morgan, it was nice to have known you." A grin was spread over his face, but the blood made it look more lunatic than friendly.
"What?!" I tried to look as shocked as possible and when Reid's expression turned to horror I knew it worked.
"No, Morgan! That was a joke. I would never leave you behind, you should know that. I… I didn't mean what I sa-"Reid rambled and only my laugh stopped his explanation, earning me more slaps.
My laugh was cut off by Reid's hand over my mouth as he jerked his head up, listening carefully into the night. From somewhere came a voice and steps could be heard on the muddy ground. It was him.
Reid pulled his hands away quickly and looked at me with a terrified expression.
"Go, Reid! You can run away and hide." I hissed desperately, panic gripping me when the voice became louder.
"No! I won't leave you to him!" Reid hissed back, determination and fear in his eyes.
"Hide me under the wood, he won't find me. Now! Or he will kill us both!" I urged, soon it would be too late. Conflicted emotions crossed Reid's face, but he stood and began to arrange the pieces of wood back around me.
"Don't make a noise, no matter what happens. Promise me." Reid begged and I gave him a grim nod. The last thing I saw of him was his bloodied face, a look of fear in his eyes before he put the last piece back in place. I heard him running away and I tried to calm myself down, the steps now so close I wondered if he had seen us.
"Run, run, run the big and the small but they can't run fast enough Run, run, run I'll catch them no matter what Run, run, run It's the small one I want"
His mocking song sounded very close and a shiver ran down my spine when I saw his boots through the wood. My heart was beating loudly against my chest and I was sure he could hear it. I couldn't help but jerk together when he let the heavy head of an axe fall on the ground next to me and it took all my restraints not to scream from the pain the movement caused in my leg; I hoped that he hadn't heard me.
"Where did they go?" I sighed in relieve, he hadn't seen or heard us. Suddenly he started walking around the pile and stopped somewhere on my right side; the axe was dragged over the ground behind him, making it look like a bad horror movie. I sucked in air when I realized that Reid hadn't covered my knee again. Could he see it? Would he kill me with that axe when I was defenseless? When I was lucky he would keep going, but then I would be stuck here. At least Reid did get away; he could find the team and get help. My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden scream coming from somewhere in the woods. Reid!
"It seems like my trap worked. Don't worry; your little 'Pretty Boy' will be back in a second, Agent Morgan." The chuckle coming from the man seemed to be out of a nightmare and my blood froze when I heard him say my name. The wood over my head was removed and this time I didn't stare into Reid's warm brown eyes, but into crazy- looking green ones.
"Well, hello there. How are you, Agent Morgan? Your leg looks pretty bad, but I'm sure it will be fine, at least when the wolves find your cadaver. Your friend won't be that lucky." He just chuckled as he saw the anger burning through me like a fire and I couldn't help the growl that escaped my lips.
"Not so angry, Agent Morgan; here comes your friend." Immediately I heard steps from somebody who was clearly running away, but what was Reid running away from? Loud barking answered my question and shortly after came Reid through the bushes, followed by three big dogs which yipped him in his calves to herd him like a sheep to their master. After reaching the pile I was buried under, he stumbled to the ground, landing ungracefully on the muddy ground.
"That's enough, Kosmo, Lava and Jazzle. I need him in one piece." Hearing the lovely word from their master the three dogs let go of the curled up person on the ground, wagging their tails happily as each of them was petted. I could only stare at the mess that was so close to me but yet unreachable for me and it was physically hurting to be unable to help my friend and brother.
"Reid!" I hissed while the man was still occupied with his dogs, trying to convince Reid to focus on me. The brown eyes were wide and looked pleadingly at me, reminding me of my disability to do anything. Slowly Reid started to push himself up from the ground, slowly gaining back his strengths. 'Yes, that's it. Show him you haven't given up yet' I thought triumphantly.
"If I were you I wouldn't try to stand up." The man suddenly warned, his dogs already lying around him lazily and not concerned with their earlier prey anymore. "I don't like it when my dinner doesn't listen to me, so you should stay where you are." At the mention of being his dinner both Reid and I looked at him with shock written all over our face. This man was a psychopath; a psychopathic cannibal. Reid made the more or less wise decision to not listen to him and pushed himself up. There was a tense moment of silent as the man shook his head disapprovingly before he charged at Reid, his axe thankfully lying where he dropped it. With a swirl that was pretty admirable Reid managed to dodge the first attack, which caused the man to stumble a little bit in the mud. Making me even prouder he attacked back by kicking the man in the side with his long legs. Did the kid do karate? As the man was not of Reid's concern for a moment he went for the axe, but as he got close to it one of the dogs jumped up growling and snapping at the hand that reached for the man's axe.
"Watch out!" My warning came too late and I watched as the man stepped up from behind Reid and wrapped his muscular arms around the thin man, making Reid yell in surprise. I watched him flail his legs in the air as the man lifted him before throwing him on the ground. I shouted when he delivered a few kicks to Reid's abdomen and stopped Reid's trashing with a strong punch to the face.
"Hey! Asshole! Fight somebody that's your size instead of being such a coward." I felt anger and adrenaline rising in me and it helped to push away the pain and darkness that crept over me. Ignoring me completely the man sat on Reid's stomach and started to bind his hands with thick rope in front of him before continuing with Reid's long legs, which were now marked with angry red dog bites. "Leave him alone, bastard! He didn't do anything; please he is just a kid. Take me instead." I started to plead desperately as I watched Reid fighting the restraints weakly; he shot me one last panicked look before the man first gripped the axe and then Reid's hair tightly to drag them after him. Reid let out a pained groan as his hair was twisted painfully and clawed at the bulky man's wrist to ease some of the pressure.
"Morgan! Help me!" Reid struggled against the iron-grip, but was ignored. My heart twisted painfully when the big brown eyes found mine again and showed fear I had never seen before. The wave of adrenaline was slowly wearing of and I started to feel the effects of my injury as it became harder to stay conscious. "Reid!" I shouted and struggled against my wooden prison with the rest of my strength. The last thing I recognized was one more desperate call from Reid and the nagging feeling of failing my little brother; then darkness surrounded me.
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