Hey everyone, here is my new fanfic. The idea for this was originally for a one shot I had planned but I decided to turn it into a full story. I really hope you all enjoy this and I would love you to know what you think. I've got this story all planned out as I saw the whole thing play out in my head and I loved it. I hope you love it too.
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All mistakes are my own
Reid jumped as Morgan tapped his shoulder, he spilled some of his coffee on his hand and grabbed a tissue. He quickly wiped it off and gave Morgan a small smile.
"Sorry, pretty boy. I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?" Morgan asked.
"I'm fine, I just haven't been sleeping that well."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Do you want me to braid your hair and gossip?" Reid chuckled.
"Since when did you get so quick," Morgan laughed as he grabbed a cup and poured himself some coffee. "I'm serious, Reid. If you aren't sleeping that well, something is probably worrying you. I'm here to talk if you need to."
"I know but I'd rather just handle it myself. Not sleeping is something that I'm used to."
JJ walked over to them. "Hotch wants us in the BAU room. We got a new case."
Morgan and Reid's shoulders sagged a little before they made their way to the BAU room. Reid sat down and rubbed his eyes, he hated his new contacts. They itched and they felt horrible. He looked at the screen as Garcia stood up with the remote control. "We are heading to Salem, Massachusetts. We have an unsub who is killing people he believes to be witches or demons according to the local department there."
"Are you serious?" JJ asked.
"There have been four murders so far. The first victim had many signs of torture and her cause of death was blood loss, she had a cross branded into her neck. The second and third victims were twins. They were sisters. They were found hanged by a tree branch with brands on their necks too. The fourth victim got drowned and had the brand on his neck."
"His?" Morgan said. "He broke pattern by killing the male."
"He could have considered the man a warlock. If this man truly believes in witchcraft, there is a good chance that he has suffered a serious psychological break. He must have prior knowledge of the history of witches due to the methods he killed them in," Reid said before looking at the screen. "Garcia, can you bring up the picture of the first victim again?"
"Of course," Garcia said and clicked on the picture of the first victim, not looking at the screen as she brought it up.
"That's what I thought," Reid sighed. "I'd have to look at the body but I think the wounds got caused by an Iron Maiden Coffin."
"What is that?" Blake asked.
"It's a large coffin, usually upright. The victim gets placed inside it. The door has multiple spikes although they were optional during the design. Some were even designed so that a person could be steamed alive inside one. Back on subject, the spikes must have gotten sharpened due to the puncture wounds, they would have punctured major organs and arteries. The person inside would have suffered considerable pain and would have died quickly."
"Reid," Garcia said. "Please stop reading such dark things."
"Sorry," he shrugged before giving her a small smile. "I like to read about different things."
"The department wants us there as soon as possible. He has taken one victim a week except for the twins who he kidnapped together. They're worried and being Salem, the locals are stirring things up. The media has already given the unsub a name, The Witch Hunter."
Reid grabbed the small contact lens kit from his bag and put it on the table. He grabbed his glasses, the new pair he had brought after his old glasses had broken. They were black rimmed and more modern. His eyes hurt too much to keep the contacts in.
"Are you okay, Reid?" Hotch asked as he sat across from him. Reid took out his first contact and put it in solution.
"I'm fine," Reid said before bringing out the second contact. Already his eyes felt better.
"Your eyes look a little red. Trouble with your contacts I take it."
"I think something might be up with the solution. I have my new glasses so it's okay," Reid assured him before applying a few drops to his eyes. He blinked to get it into his eyes. He put on his glasses and smiled. "Much better."
"Oh, you look so handsome," a voice came from the computer making him jump. Garcia had come on the screen.
"Hey, Garcia," he greeted. "Thanks. Did you look into who might own an Iron Maiden coffin?"
"I looked into private collectors and auction houses. I couldn't find anything and the only ones in Salem are in museums. Sorry, sweetie."
"That means that it must have either been in the unsub's family or he obtained it by other means."
"We land in twenty minutes," Hotch informed everyone.
He purified himself in holy water, he cleansed himself every day to keep the evil away. He was doing the lord's wish and cleansing his town of the evil that had come to curse it. He knew that tonight he would have to find more evil. Evil came out at night and he would find it. He would need help, the last evil had been strong. Brother would help him, he always did.
Reid yawned as he watched the sun begin to set. They had arrived in Salem and had settled into the office. They were making their way to the latest dump site after a call had come in about something weird happening. As Hotch, Morgan and him left the car and made their way down the path, he felt a shiver up his spine. He looked around before making his way down the path with the others.
"It's him," the man said to his brother. "He's the evil that has come. You see, he sensed something. He sensed good coming after him. The lord is telling me it's him. Just look at him. He looks innocent but it's a trick."
"Are you sure? We can't take an innocent."
"It's him. The lord has plans for us to cleanse him. We need to get him now. We can't allow his evil to spread!"
"Woah!" Spencer said as they looked down at the latest dump sight. There was a cross, in glow in the dark liquid, on the ground.
"That is new," Morgan nodded. "Judging by the religious symbol, he is definitely a religious person and he seems obsessed with his beliefs."
Reid squirmed slightly. His mind flashed back to Tobias Hankel for a moment. "Excuse me," he said quickly.
Hotch and Morgan watched Reid walk away for a moment.
"Oh dammit," Morgan realised. "His head just went back to Tobias Hankel."
"Just give him a minute," Hotch said.
Reid walked back down the path and took a few deep breaths. "He's dead," he whispered to himself. "That was a long time ago and you need to keep your head clear."
"The lord will have no mercy on your evil soul," a voice shouted from behind him.
He turned around to see a young man there with a knife, he went to pull his gun out when a hand came around his throat and yanked him to the floor. He saw a blonde man above him and felt a hand over his mouth. He grunted as a heavy weight settled on his hips. The blond man pinned his wrists above his head. His vision was now blurry, his glasses now lost next to him
"You knew we were watching. You're a DEVIL!" the man said angrily.
He tried to call out for help but it came out muffled.
"Put him to sleep already," the blond one snapped. Reid renewed his struggles as he watched man of his hips bring out a needle. He bucked his hips hard and managed to knock him off. He brought both his feet up and kicked the man above him in the face. The hand left his mouth and his wrists were free.
"MORGAN! HOTCH! HELP!"
Reid tried to get to his feet but hissed as something sharp hit his neck and a liquid rush into his system.
"Reid!" Morgan shouted from down the path. He barely registered the things around him. He knew the two men were leaving and someone else was approaching.
"We can't let him go. He's evil."
His brother pulled him away from the man and pushed him to the woods. "We can't catch anymore evil if they catch us. Now, run!"
Morgan came up the path and found Reid on his knees. He rushed forward and skidded to his knees in front of Reid. He took his face in his hands and saw Reid was losing conciousness. "Hey, Reid. Kid, can you hear me? Look at me!"
Hotch was now next to him, also on his knees. They both caught Reid as he fell forward into their arms, unconscious and unresponsive.
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