I stayed quiet for a while, and I was fine with that. There was no way I was going to get all fuzzy and spill my guts to these killer-chasers. So I sat in the interrogation room, staring at the one-way glass.
An almost-normal female stared back at me. Her auburn hair was a mess, long and matted. Her eyes had a slightly haunted look, well-hidden under her calm mask. Her clothes were stained and well-used, with holes in them. She looked like she could pass as an eighteen year-old, but I knew about how old she really was.
I smirked slightly, and the female smirked back. Of course, they'd probably freak when they couldn't find any data on me. But maybe, just maybe, they could access the lab's files. Maybe they could stop the scientists.
It was nothing more than a dream, of course. There was no way anybody would find anything about the lab.
Ignoring my dying whale of a stomach, I put my head down on the desk. I was unbelievably tired. I'm too tired ... I'll just get a few minutes of sleep, and maybe they'll come in with food.
"Something doesn't seem right about her. For one, she's extremely light and thin." Morgan crossed his arms, staring at the sleeping girl in the room.
"I think she could have an eating disorder. Perhaps she's anorexic? She said that she eats a lot." Reid looked around the group.
"We won't know until we ask her questions. I want her fingerprinted, and Garcia will run a search for her when she tells us her name." Hotch glanced at the injured girl. He didn't mean to hurt her, but she had the potential to be their unsub. "I want her leg treated as soon as we can."
"We can't do much until she's conscious again," Prentiss sighed. "Maybe we should go in and interrogate her."
"Maybe we should offer her something to eat. She did say she tends to eat a lot." Reid looked at Morgan.
"If she asks, maybe we'll get something." Morgan shrugged.
I jolted awake when the door opened. I panicked for a second until I realized I was with the FBI. Looking at the person who had cut my nap short, I yawned. "Oh, joy," I said with mock enthusiasm. "Question time, or are you going to take my fingerprints?"
The blonde woman gave me a firm gaze, and I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at her. She set a couple papers and an inkpad down on the table. I noticed the lack of scientist-y aura around her. Maybe she was good. And maybe I wasn't a mutant.
Once she had my fingerprints, I sighed. "What, no questions? Oh, joy! Can I go now? At the very least, could uncuff me? Please?" I gave her my best pouty look ... which didn't work. She just left the room again. I groaned and put my head back on the table. Fine. I'll just break the cuffs and then what? I couldn't go very far on this leg ...
How was I supposed to take care of my mission? They promised me ... if I killed the ones I was sent out to ... they'd let me go ...
"Damn ..." I breathed. "I just want to be free ..."
"Free from what?"
I jumped and sat up again. "Oh, whatcha need, Mr. Calm? Something gone wrong?" I feigned confusion.
"You don't exist in any database we can access." The leader of the group said. He was taller than the others, had short black hair, and dark eyes.
"Because I'm a figment of your imagination." I grinned. "So, what do you want now?"
"Who are you, really?" he asked.
I beamed. "Oh, I'm so glad someone finally asked! I'm Bonnie Wright, born on August second, 1982." I stole one of the scientists' information. Of course, It was mostly a mish-mash, but at least it was believeable!
"We all know that's not true," Mr. Calm said.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine. I don't have a given name. I grew up in a dog crate for sixteen years." I gave him a glare. "Do you believe that, Mr. Calm?"
"First off, it's Agent Hotchner. Second, there's no way that could be true. There are many labs in the United States, and there are none that use children as test subjects." Mr. Calm, now Agent Hotchner, gave me a cold stare.
"Believe it. There are underground labs, stealing infants and using them as rats. To them, anything they can get their hands on is fair game. Animals, humans, it doesn't matter to them." I tried to cross my arms, only half-succeeding. "Now, will you please let me go? The only crime I've done is probably fighting other mutants, only to survive."
Agent Hotchner was silent for a while. "What was the lab you grew up in?" he asked. "The name."
"How the hell should I know? All I know is that's in the middle of nowhere, deep in a mountain range." I cursed myself mentally. When they found out about this ... There goes my freedom. "I've said more than you need to know. What do you want to know besides my godforsaken past?"
"How did you get here?" he asked. "To Salt Lake City?"
I shifted uncomfrotably. My wings were starting to ache. And my leg was burning. "I used my ... abilities." I tried to ease some of the aching. "Will you please uncuff me? I'm not going to hurt you ... like I did to Baldy. Has he gotten his leg looked at yet?"
"That would be Agent Morgan. And he's getting it looked at as we speak." Agent Hotchner gave me a well-hidden look of surprise.
"Then why don't you tell me the rest of your team? The blonde one who took the fingerprints? Or the brunette who looks like she's newer to your team? Oh, how about Mr. Chatty?" I grinned at the nickname I gave the skinny one. "You know, Agent Morgan's buddy ... the youngest-looking of the group?"
"Why are you so interested in our names?" Agent Hotchner asked.
"You would be, too ... if you didn't have one of your own ..." I mumbled, looking down at my lap. "I was only called by a number ... I've never been called anything else but ... Subject 26. I don't even know ... if I have parents ..."
"We'll see if we can try to find the lab you came from. Any records of any children taken from their parents at a young age. After we finish this case." Agent Hotchner stood and turned his back to me.
"Go get him and make him pay." I watched him close the door.
"Another victim, a block down on the corner of the street. That's three now." Hotch put another picture up of the latest victim, who had blonde hair and blue eyes. "Ami Sivertson, Age 27, single."
"Do you guys see this? They're all late twenties, single ... They all died within a half hour when they were last seen. What if our unsub is a single man, who's probably good-looking to lure them to where he kills them?" Reid frowned as he stared at the and the map.
"Look at this." Prentiss pointed out the locations of the dump sites. "They're all behind some bar or tattoo parlor ... Somewhere they'd never hang out because of their religion, close by the place they were last seen."
The room fell silent as they thought of why the unsub would do that.
"He could be a former member of that group, who doesn't go there anymore because of what he did?" Hotch suggested. "Then he must be doing this because he wants them to suffer like he did. Garcia."
"Yes, sir?" the voice on speaker phone asked.
"Do any of the places have surveillance cameras?"
There was a moment's pause. "Yes. The second place had a camera in back. I'm pulling up the time on the video right now ... and ... Oh, oh no ..."
"Did something happen, Garcia?" Reid asked.
"Someone ran in, spent some time, then hid in a dumpster in the corner as Roberta comes running in, and I got him. Pulling up files on ... His name is Ramon Perez. Age twenty nine, lives in an apartment building and I'm sending you the coordinates and information right now."
"Thank you, Garcia."
"Sir, what about the person who hid in the dumpster?"
"We found her and questioned her. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. In the meantime, I want you to see if there are any missing children cases anywhere from fifteen to twenty years ago."
"I'm on it, sir."
I could have ended it here, but I figured everyone loves to know what the other side is doing, and dying to know what that mission is.
"She had better hurry up and do her job." The man staring at the screens was scowling with annoyance. He could see every one of the people on his list. But there was no way he could reveal what his intentions were.
She had the perfect chance to take them all out when they first discovered her! And she had let it pass by as if it were nothing!
The desk shook as he slammed his fist onto the keyboard. "What are you waiting for?! Just kill them already! Take out their souls, do what I made you for!"
His glasses glared in the glow of the screens.
