7 Years, 7 Bodies, 7 Reasons

A/N: A big thanks to my friend Clarissa Moore for her help in writing this chapter.

Chapter 3:

Booth went to the abandoned warehouse that Hodgins said the particulates found in the victims were from. He found a crowbar on the ground and used it to break open the door. He slowly reached for his gun knowing full well the killer could be here. He crept into the warehouse slowly trying not to alarm the killer. He peered into the eerie darkness of the warehouse-his eyes trying to adjust to the lack of light. There, about 50 metres away was a ghostly silhouette hunched over what appeared to be a decaying body. Booth had the nagging sensation that he had seen this figure somewhere before. He scanned his brain trying to identify the person in front of him. Then it hit him. "No it couldn't be" Booth whispered to himself. He brushed the thought aside and continued to hunt for the killer. He heard footsteps coming. He pointed his gun out in front of him. From out of nowhere he felt hands around his neck trying to strangle him. His gun fell to the floor. He tried to fight it off but the force behind the hands became too much for him to bear. He slowly dropped one knee to the floor still trying to overpower the mystery assail. He managed to release one of the hands from his neck. He regained his composure as began fighting back throwing a punch into the assailants face, which was hidden by a ski mask. The assailant fell back a bit, but began throwing a punch into Booth's face. Booth's vision was blurred, he couldn't see what was before him. A figure approached him, it was slim, the hair of the assailant was covered by a beanie. Booth didn't know what to do. He couldn't find his gun and arrest the assailant for assaulting a federal officer. He couldn't tell where he was anymore and if anyone could see him or knew he was there. He heard the footsteps start to walk away, as if they had shown Booth mercy. His vision began to clear, he could see he was alone in the massive warehouse.

Booth felt a chill crawl down his spine. He knew that when the punches were attacking his face the skin felt soft and so familiar. Booth began to hear ringing sounds in his ears and felt his knees buckle under him.