Reid sprinted up the stairs, moving as fast as his legs could move. When he reached the top, he flung open the door and ran down the hallway. Almost at once, an alarm began to blare. It was a loud noise that made one think of a flashing red light.
"Down the hallway…" Reid muttered to himself. He heard footsteps in the distance as he reached an intersection of which way to go. "First right…" He sped down the corner, taking his first right as Maria had said. There were some shouting voices, but they seemed too far away to catch up.
Finally, Reid reached the metal doors that Maria had described. He fumbled with the key card, yet managed to swipe it through the card reader. The light above the door flashed green and Reid yanked the door open.
He was faced with almost a lobby of some sorts, but he didn't have much time to inspect it. It all flew by as he raced out of the building. The first thing that hit him was a shock of hot, dry. It was dark outside, but Reid couldn't tell if it was morning or night. The second thing was 'Where the heck am I?' He noticed a sign as he sprinted on a road. "Welcome to Honaker, VA"
The air was burning his lungs as he sprinted in towards the city limits. At least he was still in Virginia. Then, he heard the screeching of tires behind him. He looked over his shoulder and saw a black van come screeching towards him. He didn't stop running though. He ran and ran, but the van caught up with him.
The van skid in a curve in front of him, blacking his running path. Reid almost slammed into the car, but stopped himself just in time to avoid it. The door was flung open, and before he knew, Reid was surrounded by gun and men in all black.
Reid froze as Scourge hopped casually out from the van. "You shouldn't have done that." he said darkly.
Reid noticed that Scourge was holding a gun, and his heart almost flew out of his chest. Maybe he would have a heart attack and die. That would be better than being a killer.
"Come this way, Spencer." Scourge motioned with his gun to the van's door. Reid hesitated, but when he felt the barrel of the gun on his back, he went into the van with Scourge. There were a few seats in the back, and Scourge quickly handcuffed Reid to pole that was used for helping people stepping in and out of the van.
The door slid shut, and Scourge dropped a panel down from the van's wall. There were three TV screens. One showed an empty house, probably from a web cam. The walls were a dull white and the curtains an even duller grey. The middle screen had people in it. A family, actually. There was a young mother with her two little toddlers. They were eating something that Reid assumed was dinner. They were laughing, and goofing around. The third screen had an old lady with a yarn ball and knitting needles. She was sitting in an armchair, working away. The yarn was light blue, perhaps a baby blanket of some sorts.
Reid glanced at Scourge and felt fear wash over him. This wasn't going to be like before, right? It couldn't be…
"Choose one to live."
Reid felt his heart practically stop. "W-what? No." Scourge didn't miss a beat. "Choose one to live."
"No. I can't."
"Choose or they all die." Scourge said his voice deadpan.
Reid drew in a breath. How was he supposed to choose? He couldn't, not like before.
"Five."
He couldn't.
"Four."
He couldn't
"Three."
But he should.
"Two."
He really should.
"One."
So he did.
"Middle screen!" He gasped out. Scourge nodded and pressed a button on a small little remote that he had. Reid watched as everything unfolded. First, the old lady's house. She was sitting there, knitting quietly when suddenly the door burst open. Reid watched as she begged and pleaded for her life, and he watched as a blade ran across her throat.
Then the first screen Reid had seen. Reid could hear the screams of someone before they were dragged by their hair in front of the computer. It was a young girl, a college student, maybe. Reid watched as a person in all black held a gun to her head. And he watched as her brains hit the wall.
Reid stared blankly at screens, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
"That," Scourge said, almost pleasantly. "Was all your fault."
It was, wasn't? It was all his fault.
All. His. Fault.
And end. What do you think? Like it? Love it? Hate it? Any ideas? Let me know.
Peace and Mist,
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