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Liliane: ¡Hola chica! ¿Cómo estás? Heh, the only reason I update so quickly is because I have most of this story written up already. I have several chapters ahead of this so I can update when I want. But I have to control myself because I'm not done with the story and I wouldn't want you or anyone else to wait if I get ahead of myself.
Aw thank you! Tobias's personalities are really complex so I often have trouble writing out their dialogue and actions. Glad to see though that I'm doing decently.
Thank you! You're 14? Really? Huh...oh and I don't mind! I'm going to a community college to complete my basic education before I transfer to a 4 year university.
Haha, well I don't judge! I'm a complete a spazz (the good type, mind you) ;)
Warnings: language, violence, blood, brief spoilers to season 2 "The Big Game" and "Revelations", season 4 "Omnivore", and season 5 "Nameless Faceless", more nimrod moments of the institution :P
P.S You're welcome songwriterforlife99 and any reader hoping for the surprise at the bottom author's note ;)
No one approved when Hotch declared that Reid was coming. The young man calmly watched as each of his teammates had loudly protested Hotchner's decision. They exploded that there was no way in hell that Reid was coming along because it was too dangerous, too close, too this, too that…
Blah, blah, blah.
Reid didn't exactly assume that they would just allow him to accompany them with open arms—they realized and understood the risks and were obviously not okay with it.
Like how they weren't okay with his friendly association with Tobias.
But Reid didn't even try to argue as the team, especially Morgan, strongly expressed their disapproval. He more or less patiently waited as his best friend ranted about how there was no fucking way that Reid was working this case because of how dangerous Tobias was and how he was going to target Reid with Foyet's help.
Yeah, he didn't bother hiding his boiled-over disdain for Tobias; Morgan even tried to use the influence he has as the temporary new unit chief to make Reid stay behind.
Needless to say, it didn't work.
It took a long time for Hotchner to attempt to convince him and the others that having Reid would be helpful in catching Foyet and even longer before he firmly stated that he was coming no matter what they said.
In the end, no one was happy about this.
When they had boarded the jet, the team briefly discussed the case and what they were possibly up against: they went over Foyet and Tobias's respective profiles and reviewed the damage that Foyet has so far caused.
It sickened Reid that the team kept analyzing Tobias like he was an Unsub rather than a victim. Tobias was basically kidnapped! Who knows what Foyet wants with him or what he's doing to him now! For all Reid knew, Tobias could already be lying in a dumpster, dead with multiple stab wounds to the chest. Or maybe he was currently feeling the wrath of Foyet's vindictive switchblade…
No, he couldn't afford to think like that. He must think like a profiler; he must assume that Tobias is still alive somewhere and that Foyet was keeping him alive for a reason.
But it still tore at Reid's heart when he thought about how terrified Tobias most likely was.
Instead, he focused on the facts they had. He had been horrified when he discovered that Foyet had visited Tobias at least once—thinking of all the manipulations Foyet could've said to him made Reid sick.
Furthermore, he mulled over Foyet's behavior and was perplexed; his actions didn't make any sense. Ever since Foyet's attack on Hotch, they haven't heard from him and they assumed that this entire time he's been stalking and watching Hotchner while trying to locate Hayley and Jack.
So why start killing again?
The answer seemed obvious: Tobias. But this led to another question: how did he find out about Tobias in the first place?
That was a question that none of them had an answer for. Numerous possibilities were conjured but nothing was for certain. Reid was interrogated by the team regarding his letters to Tobias, everyone believing that that was the cause.
Reid highly doubted that Foyet learned of Tobias because of his letters—there weren't any logical explanations to support that theory no matter which angle they looked at.
They also attempted to guess as to why Foyet would break out Tobias. What was he planning? Countless speculations were traded; for instance, that perhaps Foyet was mocking the team. Or maybe he wanted the team to be distracted while he did something else, something worse. Or possibly he wanted Tobias to start killing again to merely cause complications. Or perhaps he wanted to cause some psychological strife and will be watching them with malicious satisfaction. Or maybe he wanted a reason for them to come out to Georgia so that he can ambush them.
Whatever the reason, there was a 50-50 chance that Tobias wasn't even directly related but was more of a pawn in his plan. For all they knew, Foyet could've just let Tobias go to cause trouble and then went on his merry way back to Boston or Quantico.
Reid desperately hoped that that was the case. He didn't want Tobias to be in any way involved with Foyet. He didn't want to see his friend get hurt.
Eventually all the team could do was just keep their hypotheses in mind and wait until they get a clearer picture of the situation to figure out the Reaper's plans. Soon the team reluctantly settled into silence and waited for the jet to land.
The stillness was awkward. No one really knew what to say or do so everyone was left sitting down staring around tensely. The briefing had been slightly strained due to personal feelings about Tobias but now it was magnified by the quietness. Suspecting that this would happen, Reid had sighed, pulled out a book, and began to read.
But he could still feel the uncomfortable tension radiating throughout the jet as he attempted to lose himself in the literary world.
It was a relief when the jet landed. The BAU gathered their things and headed for the local Atlanta police station. Once they arrived, they were greeted by a man in his forties with wispy brown hair. "Hello I'm police Chief Edward Sullivan. You must be the FBI."
Hotchner nodded to him. "We spoke on the phone."
Soon introductions were passed around and the chief said, "Well so far my men and I have some information on Hankel and Foyet but we'll let you do your thing. I should tell you though that we just recently found Harold Carson's body."
There was a collective widening of eyes from the entire group. "When and where?" Morgan asked with authority.
"Just this morning. He was located in a ditch just outside of town. People drive past it all the time but it wasn't until now that a man's car happened to get a flat nearby. Otherwise it would've been longer before we found him."
Rossi inclined his head. "Is he at the ME now?"
"Yeah, he as well as Rita Dallas and Hankel's escort officers should all be there by now. Carson has no immediate relatives but we've managed to contact Miss Dallas's family. Her mother and father are in the station now."
"I'll talk with them," JJ offered.
"Alright," Morgan conceded and then wasted no time assigning tasks. "Meanwhile Prentiss, you and Reid head out to the ME and check out the bodies. Rossi, check out where Foyet and Hankel escaped. And Hotch, you and I will head over to the institution and see if the guards have anything for us."
"Actually," Reid cut in, "I think it would be better if I tagged along to the institution. The guards there know me by now and there's one other inmate that I want to talk to that can help us."
Morgan immediately frowned. "Hotch and I will get the answers we want without your help. Just tell us the name of the inmate you're thinking of and we'll talk to them. Besides, you're better off checking out Foyet's latest victim with Prentiss rather than running around the institution"
Offended by his venomous tone, Reid was about to argue until Rossi unexpectedly intervened: "To tell the truth Morgan, I think Reid's right, it would be better if he went. Prentiss can check out the bodies herself while you and Hotch get some help from Reid."
Morgan was highly displeased as he snapped, "Damn it Rossi he can't-"
"Can't what?" Rossi asked with a calm tone yet had an edgy glint in his eyes. "If Reid knows someone who can help then let him ask. You know how some people feel about talking with the FBI so I think it would be easier getting information from someone who's comfortable with Reid. Any objections?" Reid caught Rossi's eye and lightly smiled out of gratitude. The older man received it with a silent, acknowledging nod.
Morgan clenched his jaw but remained silent. His point made, Rossi nodded and said, "Alright then, let's go."
No one needed to be told twice: Rossi started heading for one of the vans with Prentiss hurrying after him, Chief Sullivan led JJ into the police station, and a clearly upset Morgan strode to another van without waiting for Reid or Hotch.
Reid looked after him and sighed but before he could accompany him, Hotchner said, "Reid, if you're coming along to the institution-"
"I know," he steadily cut in. "I'll remain focused and I won't let my emotions get the best of me. Let's go." Then he followed Morgan who had impatiently started up the van. Hotchner merely accepted his answer and went into the van, taking shotgun.
The institution seemed to have a lot more guards then the last time he was there. Reid looked in amazement at the numerous officers patrolling the grounds with Tasers, guns, and clubs on their belts. Their van was inspected before they were able to park.
When they got out, they headed into the foreboding building and were greeted by the Director, Vernon Hamilton.
"Hello, you must be those FBI agents from Virginia. Nice to meet you." The man firmly shook hands with each of them. "I'm glad you're here. Word of Hankel's escape has shaken us all."
"Same here," Hotchner replied gravely. "That's why we're here today—to figure out exactly what happened."
Hamilton nodded and then turned to Reid. "Ah Dr. Reid, it's nice to see you again. How are things…aside from all of this?"
Ignoring the incredulous, disapproving glances from Morgan and Hotch, Reid politely answered, "Fine, thank you." Then he quickly cleared his throat and got to business. "Mr. Hamilton, we were told that Tobias had been attacked by Earl Rogers. Is Earl still here?"
The Director nodded. "Yeah, he's still in solitary confinement and hasn't been out since. I take it you'd like to speak with him?"
"Yes, him and Benjamin Richardson…and any guards who may have spoken to Foyet as he impersonated Dr. Carson. Also, if you can send our technical analyst some recent camera footage of the institution then that would be helpful."
"Of course. I'll send some men to get that for you and to get you folks set up for Rogers and Richardson." He nodded to a couple of nearby guards who immediately went off to accomplish their tasks. "My man, Gutierrez, was the last one to speak with Foyet and it was on the day before Earl's attack."
Hotchner inclined his head. "Alright, we'll speak to him. Is he here today?"
"Yeah, he should be on duty right now. C'mon, I'll take you to him." Then he began to lead them down the hallways.
"If it's okay with you," Reid spoke up, "I'd like to speak with Benjamin alone without any of the guards around." Then he turned to Hotch and Morgan. "Once we're done talking with the guard, you guys can question Earl while I speak with Benjamin. We'll get done a lot faster that way."
Reid didn't miss the way his colleagues exchanged a skeptical glance before Hotch asked, "Who exactly is Benjamin, Reid?"
"He's a friend of Tobias's."
"…Is he hostile?"
Reid was taken aback but managed to say, "No, he's not. I'll be fine when I talk to him."
"And how would you know that?" Morgan demanded with a scowl.
Reid bit back an exasperated sigh. "Because we've met before and he was pleasant."
He ignored the reproachful look he was given and turned to Director Hamilton. "After we're done talking with Gutierrez, could you please escort me to Benjamin? I'm going to ask him a few questions and see if he knows anything useful. We were told that Foyet visited Tobias once so maybe Ben knows about it and might give us some insight."
Hamilton nodded. "That's a good idea. If anyone were to keep tabs on Hankel it'd be Richardson. Yeah I'll take you to him once you talk with Gutierrez."
"Yeah I don't think so," Morgan interrupted before he turned to Reid. "If we're going to interrogate some friend of Tobias's then fine but we're all going to talk to him—you're not doing this alone."
Reid stared at him wide-eyed, appalled. "What? Why not?!"
"Because," Morgan ground out, "I don't trust you by yourself."
Anger immediately shot through Reid's veins as he clenched his fists. He heard the unspoken accusation but refused to comment, his pride torn between arguing and maintaining his composure.
Director Hamilton sensed the tension and grew uncomfortable. Hotchner cleared his throat and stated, "Lead the way." The Director nodded and started to take them through the hallways.
There was tense silence until Hotch addressed Hamilton: "Police Chief Sullivan called me earlier regarding information about Hankel. He told me that you informed the police that you believed that Foyet has visited Hankel under the façade of a psychiatrist, correct?"
Seeming grateful for the question the Director nodded and responded, "Yeah, he has. We didn't know at first because Foyet had some legitimate credentials on him. When he showed us his, uh Dr. Carson's documents, we figured he was authentic. Damn he had us fooled."
"We were also told that Foyet had supplied a switchblade to Earl Rogers. Can you confirm that as a fact or an assumption?"
"A fact," Hamilton declared without hesitation. "Foyet as Carson had asked to speak with Rogers and we were cool with it; we have psychiatrists come here all the time to examine the inmates so it didn't seem weird. Besides, Foyet had been in touch with us regarding Hankel. He did come by once and to our knowledge, he's been sending letters too."
All three of the profilers looked alarmed. "No one said anything about letters," Hotch remarked.
Hamilton appeared surprised. "Really? I'd think someone would."
"Do you happen to still have these letters, by any chance?" Reid inquired.
The Director thought about it and shook his head. "I hate to say it but no, I don't; we had searched Tobias's room but found nothing. I assume that he must've thrown them away."
At that, Morgan and Hotch were just as puzzled as Reid. "Really?" Morgan inquired. "That's strange. I'd think he'd keep Foyet's letters."
The Director shrugged. "Yeah I would think so too. But I guess Tobias didn't like what he read."
Reid's initial sense of pride shifted to disappointment. It was a shame that they didn't have the letters; the team could've found so much from them…
"Sorry about that," Hamilton apologized with a sheepish expression. "I wish there's something I could do about it."
"It's not your fault," Hotch dismissed. "So what were you saying about Foyet, Earl, and the switchblade?"
"Oh yeah, so anyways we had been fine when Foyet asked to talk to Earl. But the day after was the attack and Earl hasn't talked to anyone since Foyet so he obviously got the knife from him; that's when we realized that Foyet was deceiving us and we called the police. They went to investigate the so-called Dr. Carson and then told us that his place was empty. Then we were showed a picture of the real Dr. Carson and we truly realized that Foyet had been playing us like a fiddle. Afterwards it didn't take long for the police to match Foyet's description with that of the infamous Boston Reaper."
Hotchner inclined his head. "Foyet has impersonated people before. You couldn't have known it was him since his hunting grounds were Boston rather than here. He…"
Reid heard no more as his mind began to race over the new information. He was horrified that Foyet had been in contact with Tobias beforehand. How long had this been going on and why didn't Tobias say anything? Even if he thought that Foyet was a psychiatrist, Tobias was sure to at least casually mention him to Reid.
Maybe he wanted to but wasn't given the chance.
The young profiler grew panicked at the thought of Tobias writing to him about Foyet, either blissfully unaware of the danger or completely familiar with it. Maybe it had been mentioned in the letter Morgan had thrown away…or maybe Tobias did suspect Foyet and tried to call Reid to tell him…
Oh god, if either one were the case…
Reid felt his stomach cramp in dread. This entire situation could've been prevented at least twice and yet he failed—he failed himself, the team, and more importantly Tobias. If only he had been more careful with his mail; if only he had answered the phone; if only he had done better to make things right then maybe Tobias would be safe.
He couldn't help but feel infuriated with Morgan seeing that he meddled in both affairs yet knew that there was nothing he could do about it now—what's done is done, the letter was gone and the call never got through.
Soon the group reached a set of heavy double-doors and when opened, they revealed a large cafeteria where the inmates were currently having lunch.
They didn't acknowledge the profilers and kept on eating or socializing. Director Hamilton looked around the room and spotted a man some feet away overlooking the lunch lines. "Ah there he is. Gutierrez! I need a word!" Director Hamilton waved over the guard who immediately strode over.
"Gutierrez, these are a couple of FBI agents from Quantico; they're here to investigate Hankel's escape. They'd like to ask some questions in regards to Foyet impersonating Dr. Carson—it might help."
The man nodded, shook hands with Hotch and Morgan, and returned Reid's wave. "Yeah I'll be glad to." Then they all stepped out of the cafeteria and into the near-empty hallway for privacy.
Hamilton inclined his head and said, "Well I'm going to make sure that Earl and Benjamin are ready for questioning and then I'll see about getting you folks that footage." He turned to Gutierrez. "When they're done, take them to Room 18 and 20 for the interrogation and then resume your duties."
"Yes sir."
"Before you go," Hotch started, "can you escort me to Tobias's room? I'd like to take a look around."
"Sure thing," the Director said. "Follow me." He then started going down the hallway.
Before he left, Hotch turned to his co-workers, who clearly didn't seem too thrilled with his sudden decision. "You two talk with Gutierrez while I look for anything useful. I'll find you later and then we'll interrogate Earl and Benjamin."
"Um, are you sure that's a good idea?" Reid tentatively asked. Honestly he didn't feel too comfortable with Hotch searching Tobias's room, feeling that it was an invasion of his privacy.
However Hotchner nodded, either not sensing Reid's discomfort or simply ignoring it. "I might find something important, something that the guards didn't notice. I'll be back later but start questioning Earl without me if I take too long."
Morgan nodded. "Alright Hotch." Then with that, Hotchner left them and hurried to catch up with Hamilton.
Instantly the tension between Reid and Morgan increased without having Hotch acting as sort of a barrier. Reid nervously looked to the ground while Morgan folded his arms over his broad chest, appearing mildly irritated.
Thankfully the moment of unease didn't last too long when Gutierrez asked, "Alright, so what do you need to know?"
"Hamilton informed us that you were talking to Foyet the day before Earl attacked Tobias, so we need to know what you were talking about."
Gutierrez nodded at Morgan's statement and briefly considered it. "Well Foyet had come by asking for information on Tobias. One of the high-ranking officers assigned me the task of answering his questions and helping him with whatever he needed."
Morgan nodded and asked, "Do you think that you can tell us everything that occurred?"
Gutierrez shrugged. "Yeah I guess. Where do I start?"
"Start from the beginning: tell us everything that happened that day and leave nothing out—all details are important even if they don't seem so."
Gutierrez nodded again and said, "Alright, so it had been kinda of one of those lazy days, you know when nothing's going on. So I was just watching over the inmates when Hamilton's right-hand man came by and said that he was assigning me to help out a local psychiatrist. He explained that a shrink named Dr. Carson was examining Hankel for research or something so I was more than happy to answer any questions he had.
"So Dr. Carson, err Foyet, was brought to me and I escorted him over to the window where we can oversee the entire cafeteria. It's down that hall. You want me to take you there?"
"Yeah man that would be appreciated," Morgan said with a nod. Gutierrez inclined his head and then gestured for them to follow him. Reid hurriedly trailed after him with Morgan close behind.
Soon they reached an enormous hallway holding numerous guards. They were looking through a large window which, sure enough, had a view of the entire cafeteria. Reid instantly had a sense of déjà vu, remembering when he had first went to the institution with Hotch and Morgan for a harmless interview; it had been that day, well over two years ago when Reid gazed through this exact window and learned that Tobias was still alive. That chance glance had induced him to speak with him.
Reid found it remarkable how that one conversation started off a close yet ultimately complicated friendship.
It had seemed so long ago…
"Well I took Foyet here and showed him where the inmates ate." Reid instantly refocused as Gutierrez continued with recounting the events. "We found Tobias eating with a friend of his and they were talking. Foyet asked me a couple of general questions about Tobias like his medication and if he gives us trouble. Then Foyet just wanted to sort of observe Tobias in his 'environment' so we stood there for a while.
"I don't know what Tobias and his friend, Benjamin, were talking about but it seemed that Tobias was going through a rough time and Benjamin was sort of comforting him, I suppose. Foyet made a comment and we kinda talked about them being friends and all."
Reid immediately became alarmed. Foyet knows about Benjamin too?! "What exactly did you two talk about?"
Not catching on to his dismay, Gutierrez merely shrugged. "Not much, just that it was good that Tobias and Benjamin were friends in a crappy place like this, that's all…oh and Foyet asked if the two have had any trouble and I told him that they did once. But nothing else."
"Are you sure?" Reid pressed, "Did he ask about Benjamin? Anything at all?"
"Nope, that's it for sure."
"So what else happened?" Morgan asked as he threw a mild frown at Reid.
Gutierrez thought for a moment. "Well Foyet had asked me some more questions like if I knew Tobias personally, which I don't and I told him that. Then he asked me to point out Earl Rogers, an inmate that doesn't get along with Tobias. I showed him who Earl was and he insisted that he talked with him, said something about wanting to assess him. I assumed that it was for some psychology research or something because no one really wants to talk to Earl. But I said yeah.
"But before I took him to Earl, he wanted to go to Tobias's room and look around. He said something about wanting to make observations about his psychological state based on his room."
"Wait, he went into Tobias's room?! What did he do?!" Reid looked at him in horror as Morgan appeared startled.
Gutierrez apathetically shrugged without interest. "I don't know, I gave him privacy."
Reid and Morgan exchanged a glance before the older profiler inquired, "So you just let him into Tobias's room by himself?"
"Yeah…in my defense though, I had no idea he wasn't a psychiatrist."
Reid suppressed the urge to face-palm himself as Morgan released an exasperated sigh. "Well hopefully Hotch can find anything useful. Maybe Foyet left a clue."
When Gutierrez nodded, Morgan asked, "So how long did he take?"
"Not too long—maybe a minute or two."
"Did you pick up on anything unusual?"
Gutierrez pondered the question. "No, not really. I just heard him shuffling around. Figured he was taking some notes."
Morgan inclined his head. "Alright so once Foyet left, you took him to see Earl?"
"Yeah, I took him to one of our private visitor's room and had someone else bring Earl in. I didn't see him again afterwards so I guess he must've left and…that's about it."
He shrugged while Morgan and Reid absorbed what they had been told. Then Morgan looked at him in the eye. "Is there anything else you can remember? Anything that might've stood out to you?"
Gutierrez considered this before shaking his head. "Nope. Foyet just wanted some information about Tobias and a bit about Earl and that's it."
"So you said that it was Foyet who had brought up Earl, correct?" Reid inquired.
"Yeah, he even mentioned that he knew that he and Tobias didn't get along."
Reid turned to Morgan. "So if Foyet already knew about Earl, then it explains why Foyet chose him to attack Tobias—he knew that the two previously disliked each other then it would be easy to convince Earl to do his bidding."
"And therefore giving Foyet the chance to spring Tobias," Morgan finished the thought. "We were right."
Reid looked at Gutierrez and asked, "Do you know if Foyet has talked with someone in the institution before?"
"Um, I'm pretty sure. I heard that he's asked questions before and he's gotten information about Tobias. I think he even visited him once."
"Do you know what kind of information Foyet asked for?"
"I think it's mostly about his condition and what he's like here. When I had talked with Foyet, he kept kind of coming back to Tobias's split personalities and if they've ever caused any trouble."
Reid nodded and glanced back at Morgan. "Foyet's been gathering information about Tobias for reason."
Morgan nodded in return. "He wants to know about his personalities to use to his advantage."
"No it's more than that," Reid's profiler mind was racing as he spoke. "If he wants to know about 'Charles' and 'Raphael', then he wants to know about all of Tobias's sides, so to speak. Foyet wants to be aware of his strengths and weaknesses, like if he's sizing up an opponent."
"Or an ally," Morgan pointed out. His statement caused Reid's stomach to drop into an icy pool of dread as his widened eyes stared at Morgan.
Would Foyet really want Tobias to ally with him?
No, no impossible.
Reid so desperately wanted to believe that Foyet wanted Tobias as a mere distraction for the team—something that wouldn't have Tobias directly involved with whatever Foyet was planning. Not…this.
No…he wouldn't.
But seeing the great pains Foyet took to release Tobias, it would seem so.
When Tobias became consciously aware, he realized that he was sitting in the passenger seat of a car. For a moment, he thought that he had dozed off in the police car taking him back to the institution from the hospital.
That is, until he recognized his father's voice talking to George Foyet sitting in the driver's seat.
They were all sitting in a car parked behind some trees. A few feet away was a lone house, isolated from its neighbors by several kilometers.
What on earth…?
"So I got a camera," Foyet said to Charles with a grin. "It may not be as high tech as a laptop but it'll have to do for now."
Tobias was confused as Foyet held up a standard handheld video camera. What's that for?
Charles frowned at it. "How the hell is that supposed to spread my message? At least my useless son was able to record it and upload it to the Internet."
His message?
"Ah don't worry I can handle that," Foyet assured him. "You may not know this but I'm a bit of a computer whiz myself. How else was able to find your videos in the first place?"
Videos?
Charles eyed the camera with mild distaste before reluctantly nodding. "Well alright if you say so. As long as it captures every detail of mine and God's word."
"Oh it should," Foyet responded. "I'll teach you how to work this baby and then we'll get to work."
"Are you absolutely positive that these people are sinners?" Charles asked as he gestured to the house nearby. "It'd be a sin to kill an innocent Christian."
"Oh don't worry, I'm sure; I've been in Atlanta for a while now and I've been watching the locals. These people," he gestured to the house with disdain, "are pathetic heathens. They've broken the 4th commandment."
"Remember to Keep Holy the Sabbath," Charles recited.
"Precisely. These people don't go to church on Sundays. Hell as far as I know, they don't even go to church at all."
"Those ungrateful bastards," Charles growled. "God gave them life and yet they waste it. How dare they not show Him any respect!"
"My thoughts exactly. So what do you say we teach them a lesson?"
"Gladly." Then Foyet handed him the camera as well as a length of rope and the two strode out of the car, heading for the house. Alarmed, Tobias stumbled after them, his heart pounding and his mind racing.
They're going to kill again! No! They can't!
Unfortunately the fear within him restrained him from uttering a sound, shouting a warning to the intended victims. Neither man noticed him as they reached the entrance. Foyet widely grinned as he pulled out a gun and then took out a black resin paintball mask and put it on, giving off a chilling, eerie aura.
"Get ready," Foyet stated before he knocked on the door, his voice suddenly becoming a deep, guttural growl. Charles raised an eyebrow but didn't comment as he straightened his shoulders.
Just then the door opened, revealing a woman in her mid to late thirties. She had no time to react before Foyet lunged at her, grabbed her neck, shoved her further into the house, and pressed the gun to her face. Only when she processed that she was looking into lifeless, faded brown eyes did she scream.
However Foyet silenced her with a ruthless backhand across the face. She cried out and stumbled to the ground. Then Foyet loomed over her with his gun in hand, viciously yanked her back up by a fistful of her hair, and threw her against the nearby dining table.
As she screamed in pain and horror, the sound of rushing feet became evident and soon a man raced into the room, appearing frantic. When he took in the intruders, he yelled out, "Laura!" However, Charles wasted no time in striking the man and knocking him to the ground.
The woman began screaming again and crying out to the man, presumably her husband but Foyet brutally kicked her to shut her up. The man attempted to get up but was stopped when Foyet grabbed the woman and held her hostage with the gun to her head. "Ah, ah, ah I wouldn't if I were you, unless you want dear Laura to have a bullet through her brain." He released the safety catch and purred, "Or maybe a few."
The woman choked on a sob while her husband froze in place. "P-please," he stuttered, "take w-whatever you want. J-just take what you want and g-go. There…there doesn't need to be any t-trouble."
As Charles scoffed, Foyet quietly laughed, the chortle muffled by his mask. "You're right, there doesn't need to be any. Now do as we say and my partner and I won't shoot you." The man shakily nodded and held up his hands in surrender.
Suddenly Foyet aimed the gun at the man and shot him in the leg! Laura shrieked as her husband yelled and fell to the ground! Foyet sniggered with sadistic amusement. "Whoops, I guess I'm a liar." He then quickly shoved the sobbing woman over to Charles who wordlessly caught her and began to tie her up.
Foyet approached the man and towered over him, aiming the gun at his stomach and pulling the trigger. The man howled in pain and clutched his stomach as blood seeped past his fingers and onto the floor; his wife shrieked again and began to babble out useless, incoherent pleas.
"Hand me the rope." At Foyet's command, Charles tossed him the rest of the rope as he dragged the woman over to a chair and retied her to it. Soon Foyet grabbed the man and did the same, placing the chairs side-by-side.
The woman looked at them fearfully through teary eyes while her husband appeared dazed from the bullet-wounds.
Foyet grinned and slowly approached them. Throughout this entire violent episode, Tobias could do nothing but watch, petrified, as the horror of such brutality wrapped around him.
He tried screaming at them to stop, but his vocal chords were frozen by a malevolent force he couldn't comprehend. He couldn't move. It was as if he were back with Raphael as the archangel committed those murders.
Except this time, Foyet was there.
Tobias watched in terror as Foyet stood over his victims. "Hey Hankel, get the camera ready—it's time to show the world what's happens to sinners."
The corner of Charles's lips twitched in what could've been a satisfied smile. "Finally." Then he turned to the couple and growled, "It's time to pay for your sins. Satan will happily accept you into his home." Laura squeaked with fear and begged to be let go, to be spared.
His eyes gleaming with pernicious excitement, Foyet pulled out a switchblade that flashed with the same malicious intent. Immediately Charles held up the camera and turned it on, the device beginning to record.
Foyet looked directly into the camera. "Pay close attention. You wouldn't want to miss this."
Tobias couldn't hold back a cry when the knife dove forward, eager for blood.
Whew! Longest chapter yet!
...And I'm about to make it longer. Here's a quick spoiler for something that occurs later in the story. Enjoy!
~Criminal Minds~
They looked in horror at the wall, unable to comprehend what's there. A bloodied knife was stabbed into the wall, holding onto a note. The paper had blood slowly dripping down it yet the words were clear. Reid instantly recognized the notebook paper as well as his own handwriting.
This was one of his letters to Tobias.
But that wasn't what had the others disturbed—it was the message written in blood below it.
You're next, kid.
~Criminal Minds~
Make any assumption you want but I'm not saying anything ;)
Alright that's it for now. Bye! :D