Criminal Minds Fan-Fiction
"Stranger Things"
Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own criminal minds or it would not be a FAN fiction X3
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WARNING: drug abuse, adult situations, possible spoilers, and mentions of rape in later chapters~ THNX~
Chapter four: Wings to Dust, and lies to trust
His eyes fluttered open, and in a blur he began to see a light. The light was swinging; swaying in the darkness, hypnotizing him. Music played lightly in his head, lyrics circling on repeat. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he realized it wasn't dark at all. It was such a bright white in the room it hurt his eyes. He was tied to a rusty wooden and metal chair, chained to it. It was dirty under the chair, as were his clothes. But the white walls were all spotless, completely bare and clean to the point of being unreal.
Directly in front of him was a red line, that ran directly from under the dirty chair he sat in onto the wall, and rapping around onto the ceiling and finally behind him.
He blinked several times, strange images flickering past his eyes suddenly. He saw brown butterfly wings flutter, then turn to dust. The dust blew away, and the wind became water. The water was dark, and then there was lightening. His eyes opened again, and he saw the room he was in again. And in front of him was Tobias. He was staring into his eyes, and Reid shook his head; wintering if the drugs were really starting to get to him. But Tobias was there as much as he was.
His face was expressionless, and he just stared in silence.
Suddenly his face was covered in blood. Then it wasn't. In seizer paces his face went back and forth this way. Suddenly he was in front of the young genius. He must be more tired than he thought… Reid thought to himself then. Tobias's face was clean now. Suddenly his face was inches from his own. "Save me, johnny, save me-" Tobias began to mumble. He was at the edge of the room now, standing on the red stripe, repeating his words quietly.
"No, I'm not J-johnny. I'm Reid. R-re-" Before he could finish Tobias was inches from him again. He look down, but he could feel the needle before he saw it in his arm.
His eyes widened, and he struggled in his chair. Tobias just sighed, "You'll feel better. It'll make things all better." He said, almost in a comforting voice. A twisted one.
Reid closed his eyes with a sigh, and felt the drugs take there effect. His racing heart began to slow, and as he had been rocking anxiously in his chair before he had calmed. He found his eyes closed. When he opened them again the room was dark, the only light a small light blob swaying in the shadows.
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"They found another body."
Reid heard this as his eyes fluttered open. Instantly his head shot up, and he looked around in shock. He was in the meeting room. It began to come back to him. The FBI. The BAU. He was a special agent. He was working on a case. It had just been a dream. He sighed, and looked up at the screen. JJ gestured to the dead girl. She was tossed in a bath tub, one arm out and twisted backwards, one leg cut off. Her blood covering the entire bath room. He looked back down at his hands and began to fidget as he listened to the team talk about the case. He couldn't even identify who was talking anymore. They all sounded like echoes in his head.
"This girl is different than the other three. The others were all blonde, why would he change his MO now-"
"Maybe he didn't have one, maybe it was coincidence, or he's trying to confuse us…"
"No, we don't matter. The only thing that matters to this sicko is the kill."
"Then why would he change what he likes so suddenly…"
"Are we sure it's the same guy-"
"Defiantly. The cuts shaped like J's in their wrists, theres no mistaking it. The only thing I still can't figure out is what the hell it means."
"I just can't figure this guy out."
"Well we better figure him out soon, or we're ganna be getting even more bodies. Let's go, the last body was in California right. Let's head out now."
"Right. Reid, come on, wake up man!"
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
"WAKE UP!" He hears him scream, a strong hand across his pale cheek. His eyes flash open, and he sees Tobias. "No time for sleep. No time. No time." He mumbled under his breath, looking at his wrist watch. Then suddenly he had another needle jammed in the young agent's arm. He screamed, and Tobias was gone. But his mumbling still lingered in the dark room.
Reid's breathing quickened, and his heart raced. Sweat dripped down his face, and he looked all around the dark room; searching for something. Anything. But there was nothing. Only blackness.
His eyes opened again, and the jet was dark. In the dim light he could see Hotch looking at his cell phone, the light from it illuminating his cold face; Morgan asleep, his headphones over his ears; Rossi and JJ sat on opposite coaches, sleeping by their lap tops. Reid was himself in a chair, his head had been rested on a small table; a glass of coffee next to him. He shook his head, and stood up; not letting himself fall back asleep. He was already sick of these crazy dreams, he could barley tell them from reality anymore.
He gently took some files from where JJ lay asleep, trying not to wake her. He went back to his seat, and taking another sip of coffee he looked the papers over. His jaw dropped then, and his heart stopped as he came to a realization. Under dirty, bloody water he would see her ripped up t-shirt. Printed on it was large, brown butterfly wings.