Title: Children in the Dark
Full Summary: College student Annabel Graves returns home when her 15 year old sister, Elizabeth, goes missing. Her mother, a fanatic churchgoer, resorts to prayer and refuses to work with the police to find Elizabeth. Meanwhile, a neighbor commits suicide leaving a surprise. Two other girls have been kidnapped. Both of them have been found, dead. Will Elizabeth be the third victim or can Annabel and the BAU find her in time? ReidXOC.
A/N: Yeah...a Criminal Minds story. I was watching an Asian horror movie (it wasn't good) when I thought of this. I couldn't get it out of my head, so while I am currently in the process of editing and finishing my True Blood fanfiction, I'm writing this on the side. My True Blood story is basically what I would consider another True Blood episode. With this story, I want to create the feeling of not only watching Criminal Minds, but being there. Please help me by reviewing with constructive criticism. I appreciate it! Without further ado, here is the (very short) prologue to my first Criminal Minds fanfiction!
No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.
-Euripides
Prologue
Elizabeth woke up with a pounding headache. Her body ached and it was dark, so terribly dark. The dark was a phobia of hers, something she never got over, and now, probably wouldn't. She whimpered, terrified of what could be lurking just a few feet in front of her. A few feet she couldn't see.
With trouble, she tried to recall the events leading up to her situation. She could only remember bits and pieces of what had happened before. There was church which she attended every Sunday and Wednesday with her mother and then the grocery store where her mother had sent her to grab more green beans. She knew something had happened on her way home, she just couldn't remember. She didn't want to remember, that much she knew.
A chill swept past her; it was cold on the floor. She was only in a thin long-sleeved shirt and jeans, her jacket and shoes missing. Trying to move she realized her hands and feet were bound with rope. She struggled uselessly for an eternity before she gave up, succumbing to sobs. Her wrists and ankles were raw from the rough movement.
Her breaths came in short, quick gasps causing her to loose too much carbon dioxide. Feelings of nausea and vertigo attacked her system as she realized her mistake. She was hyperventilating.
"Our Father who art in Heaven, Hallow be thy name," she recited with a hoarse voice. This calmed her down, as she knew it would. Every night when the dark was too much, she would say this prayer. It was her lifeline. Now it was her sanity.
Exhaustion attacked her full force as her stomach growled in despair. Elizabeth hadn't eaten since the morning of church. She had grabbed an apple, forgoing the breakfast her mother had made as she had woken up late. Now she regretted that action.
It took most of her remaining energy to finish the prayer causing her to close her eyes in fatigue. "When I open my eyes, this will all be gone. I'll be home," she whispered, wishing she really believed it. Feeling as composed as one could be in her situation, she fell into an uneasy sleep, unaware of the eyes watching her.