It's Friday! You know what that means...
No, not Rebecca Black!
Speaking of today... I almost updated late last night, like 3 or 4 AM last night; I bought tickest to see Deathly Hallows Part 2 Wednesday afternoon. And a good thing I did, because my cousin called me and said they were sold out by Thursday afternoon. And after the movie, I was so hyped, it was crazy (My cousin smuggled us Red Bulls, which, as I found out the hard way, has TONS more caffiene than a caffinated Diet Coke, and combined with the mood in the cinema, and the fact that I'm a total Potter geek... It got away from me, yeah... Well, you get the idea)!
I'm expecting a call from my mother later today hopefully; I'm supposed to go home this weekend, but it's storming like mad outside, so I'm assuming that she's staying inside for the moment.
And I don't own Criminal Minds! I wish I did, though... Dan, Rupert and Emma would be guest-starring in an episode this season if I did!
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I can't escape this hell/ So many times I've tried/ But I'm still caged inside/ Somebody get me through this nightmare/ I can't control myself/ So what if you can see the darkest side of me/ No one will ever change this animal I have become/ Help me believe it's not the real me/ Somebody help me tame this animal ~ Three Days Grace "Animal I Have Become"
After Foyet walked away, Spencer fell into a light doze, curling his now untied feet close to his body, his hands, though still taped together, resting by his head. He had hardly been asleep for a few minutes before he awoke to raised voices.
By now, Spencer had figured out the names of his captors; he recognized Tobias Hankel from the newspapers back in Las Vegas, and from his memories of his dad's death. The other man was George Foyet, formerly the Boston Reaper, but now an expert criminal roaming the streets of DC due to a recent crackdown on crime in Boston. And now, they were fighting, the partnership they'd shared shattering into dust.
"What do you mean, you want payment?" Tobias' voice asked. "You never said anything about payment."
"You asked for my services," Foyet's voice sneered. "You came to me. Therefore, I deserve some form of payment from you. Economics 101."
"I gave you the drugs," Tobias pointed out. "I found this place and got the van."
"But you need the van, idiot," Foyet barked. "You can't take the kid on a plane back to Vegas; you've got every cop on the coast, not to mention every FBI Agent in the country, on standby to arrest you. You walk into an airport, you'll be handing yourself over on a silver platter. They'll take the kid and put you in jail… What will happen then I wonder?"
Tobias said nothing. At this point, Spencer's face was pressed against the metal bars of the kennel door, his heart pounding against his chest as he waited.
"Well, whatever you want, I can't give it to you," Tobias pointed out stiffly.
Even from this distance, Spencer could see the feral gleam in Foyet's eyes. "How about the kid?"
"What?"
"The kid," Foyet gestured toward Spencer. "Let me take him and train him. In a year or two you can come back, and bring him home. If he's as smart as you say he is, he'll pick it up in a heartbeat."
Tobias shook his head. "I can't let you do that," he growled.
"And why not?" Foyet leered.
"He's mine!" Tobias shouted. "I claimed him when I killed his father; I vowed that he would become my property! And now, since I finally have him, I will take my property, and my van, and I will drive back to Vegas."
"…I don't think that's going to happen," Foyet growled darkly, pulling something from his jacket.
Tobias didn't hesitate, dodging around Foyet and running toward the dog crate that housed Spencer, who instinctively shrank into the corner of the box, but kept himself as close to the door as possible; it might be a good escape attempt, the only one he may have.
But while Tobias was faster, Foyet was faster. Almost in the time it took Spencer to blink, Foyet turned toward where Tobias was running. The older man took three steps before leaping up to tackle Tobias and bring him to the floor. Tobias struggled, but Foyet simply straddled him, holding the knife in his hands as he watched his prey.
"Your property, eh?" Foyet chuckled. "Well, I've always wanted to hold an Estate Sale."
With that, Foyet raised the knife and brought it home, stabbing Tobias in the stomach. The man screamed, and Foyet immediately slapped a hand over his victim's mouth. Spencer cried out in surprise.
Foyet removed his hand, smirking at Tobias. "We need to keep it clean," he pointed, nodding toward Spencer. "There are children present."
This was followed by another harsh thrust of steel into flesh, and once again, Tobias howled. This time, Foyet didn't bother silencing him.
"I've always wondered," Foyet mused mockingly. "If he's the only piece up for auction, and I'm the only bidder, it looks like I won then." There was another flash of steel, followed by another stab, along with another scream. "Isn't that right?"
Foyet continued in this vein for a few minutes, stabbing Tobias and taunting him until the submissive man was silent, a pool of blood surrounding his still form. Foyet stood, walking from the building before returning a minute later, parking the van in front of the store. He made his way back into the store, where he rifled through Tobias' pockets to produce the syringe and needle, pocketing them and then cutting off the dead man's shirt before making his way over to the large dog kennel.
Spencer shrank back into his corner once more, moving completely away from the door as it opened. Foyet filled the doorway, his bloodstained knife glinting grimly in the gloom.
"Come on, Kid," he growled, making a sweeping gesture with the knife. "I haven't got all day."
Spencer sat, staring at the killer before him and weighing his chances. There was a loud sigh and a second later, Spencer felt harsh hands grab his bound arms and yank him from the confines of the kennel; he yelped as his feet left the ground, and he came face-to-face with Foyet's wrath.
"For future reference, you come when I say so," Foyet snarled as he shook the child's body before him. "You don't wait for me to pick you up and shake you like a little girl's rag doll, you get me, you little brat? Huh?"
Spencer nodded, trembling. "Yes," he whispered.
"Yes, Sir!" Foyet corrected with a hiss; spit flew through the air and landed on the boy's face as he nodded.
"Yes, Sir," he repeated in a whisper as he tried not to cry.
Foyet dropped him, letting the child land in a heap on the ground for a moment before yanking him to his feet and pulling him toward the door. When they were outside, Foyet produced the knife from his pocket and sliced at the tape binding the boy's hands before turning him around and pulling them behind the kid's back to re-tape them.
"What are you doing? Sir?" Spencer whispered.
"Shut up," Foyet growled as he escorted the kid toward the van, opening it and shoved him onto the floor.
"Where are we going sir?" he asked again as Foyet climbed in to secure the boy's feet.
In response, Foyet kicked the boy in the stomach; the man smiled as his captive cried out, repeating the movement twice more before straddling him and taping his feet. Then, Foyet ripped two strips of fabric from the bloody shirt. One he stuffed into a ball and forced it into the hostage's mouth, securing it with another piece of duct tape. The other was tied securely around the boy's head, effectively covering his eyes.
"I told you to shut up," Foyet snarled. "If you don't, then I'll make you shut up. I'm the boss… the master. If you don't listen to me, then I'll punish you. I'll tie you up, throw you in a dark place and leave you alone for a few days. Is that understood?"
"Mmm-hmmmf," came the muffled response.
Foyet ruffled the boy's hair. "I knew you'd catch on," he praised, pulling the kid's body toward the front of the vehicle and letting him rest behind the driver's seat. Finally, Foyet threw a blanket over the tin frame, effectively covering the child. His job completed, Foyet leapt from the back of the van and, producing a lighter from his pocket, lit a rag stuffed inside a remaining bottle of alcohol on fire and threw it into the abandoned gas station.
As flames licked the building and its contents, Foyet watched for a moment, a grim smile on his pale, pointed face before he climbed into the front seat of the van and hit the gas, his thoughts already elsewhere as police sirens were heard coming their way.
Meanwhile, on the floor of the back of the van, Spencer curled into a ball in the darkness, hoping for a miracle as the vehicle hit the open road.
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A/N: I can't stop talking about that movie! The theater only showed one preview (Sherlock Holmes)... We all DIED when RDJ was in drag! hahaha! xD
And the actual movie... I don't want to/ mean to give anything away, but OMG (Oh My Gubler) It was everything I thought it would be and more! I laughed, I cried, I screamed, I cheered... It seemed to go by so fast, like one minute it was starting up at Dumbledore's tomb and Shell Cottage, then I blinked and it was the big, epic final battle and epilogue (BTW, the BAMF award for that movie was a four-way tie between Harry, McGonagall, Neville and Mrs. Weasley. The awards for Most Surprising and Most Heartbreaking went to Snape, of course).
**SPOILER ALERT** And if CGI is anything to go on, Daniel Radcliffe is going to be a very fine wine in about 20 years (Man, saying that makes me feel lke a Time Lord)!
Anyway...
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