Breaking Rules

She would have run straight by me if I'd not leapt out and grabbed her by the back of her combat pants. 'Emily.' I hiss at her and

'Oh my god…oh god…oh god.'

Is how she responds. She twists around and I let go of her and let her stand and stare at me.

'Oh for gods sake it's you.' And I see relief on her face which she shouldn't be feeling seeing me cos I want to do her…

Damnit. Always the wrong time and place to have a bit of Emily. I can see the dirty sweat on her face. I can see blood under her nose. I can see damp patches under her arms…and I can smell her. Something so special about the smell of dear Emily. She leans forward slightly and puts her hands on her knees and she takes long deep breaths.

'So how long have you been running for?' I pull my last smoke out and look at it. I'll save it for later. I'll save it as a celebratory smoke after I get Spence. Hey…I can use it as my post fuck smoke…the three of us? Maybe? Maybe not. I don't think I want to see her with Spencer. I will have to keep them apart for that game.

'I don't know. I'm not sure. A long time.' A hand comes up and wipes sweat off her face. I just stand and look at her.

'And Taki had you?' I tip my head slightly to the side as images flash through my mind. Every last one of them dirty. 'Did he fuck you Emily?' but she stands up straight and frowns at me.

'No – look I have to find the others. Where is everyone?' The situation is sinking in I think. Out of the frying pan and into the fire so to speak.

'I dunno.' I tell her and that is the truth. I really don't know.

'Well how did you get here?' and now she is looking alarmed. Now the she looks like she understands.

I shrug at her and turn to look back the way she came. 'Spencer was there?' I ask her. I know he was. I can smell him on her, but she doesn't answer me. 'How did you get away Emily?' I turn back to her and move a step closer. She is rubbing the palms of her hands manically on the sides of her legs. 'How did you manage that Emily? Where is Spencer? You ran and left him there?'

Her hands are running through her hair now...pushing it back off her face. I can see the bruise and I can still see the blood under her nose. She doesn't answer me though. So with a flicked raise of my eyebrows I take another step forward.

'You left him behind?'

Her hands reach out and she presses her palms against my chest pushing me back, or rather preventing me from getting closer. 'It wasn't like that.' She is trying to keep looking at me and looking for everyone else at the same time. I push her hands off me.

'Don't you be touching me girly. Not unless you want me touching you back.' And so I lift my hand to her chest level slightly cupped hands forward. I wouldn't. I really wouldn't. It's of no interest to me but she doesn't know that. A quick step back puts her out of my reach and I give her a lovely smile. Then pick crap out from between my teeth with my fingernails. 'So are you going to tell me where he is? Are you going to tell me how you got away and not him? Are you planning on lying to me Emily? You don't look like you trust me.'

'Where is everyone?' She is a persistent little whore.

I step back and shake my head. 'Told you, I don't know. Where is Spencer? Where is Rosa?'

'The little girl? Oh Floyd.' Her eyes are big and damp and as I nod slowly and say the name 'Rosa' again but silently, I can see a tear escape from her eye and run down that dirty cheek of hers and I want to go and lick it off but I can't. Not now. Not if I want to keep this Emily feeling sorry for me.

'My daughter.' I tell her and her mouth is working, trying to say something but I can see she doesn't know how to tell me she is dead. It's OK. I know…I know she's dead, but Emily doesn't know I know…I will allow her to suffer for a while. I will see if she has it in her to tell me what happened and why the fuck she is here in one bit when Rosa and Sam are both gone and Spencer is – Spencer is……….

I frown and take a step in the direction Emily had come from.

'I'm so sorry Floyd. There was nothing I could do.'

'Of course not.'

'You believe me?'

'You would lie to me Emily?'

I take a few more steps forward. Something is wrong. Spencer. Something is wrong with Spencer.

'No, no I wouldn't lie to you Floyd.'

'I didn't think so. Now Emily. After he killed my little Rosa…and you stood and did nothing, what exactly, and I want details now, what did Spence do to distract Taki enough for you to get away?'

I hear the intake of breath. 'It wasn't his choice Floyd.'

'Yes it was Emily. Of course it was his fucking choice. I thought you wouldn't lie to me Agent Prentiss.'

'Please, he did it for me.' She is close behind me now. I can smell that smell of woman. I can feel her whore's breath on the back of my neck.

'He enjoyed it.' I say quietly. Much for the feeling…you know, for atmosphere. I know he enjoyed it…I can taste it. I know what he did.

'He's not well Floyd.' Her hand is on my shoulder. 'If he enjoyed it then it was because he is not well. I know he didn't want to do that. I know. I could see.'

'You watched?' The hand tightens on my shoulder.

'Floyd.' I can smell her fear.

'You watched my boy suck off Taki and then walked away? What was he doing with his hands Emily? I need to know. And I told you not to touch me.' Her hand snaps back away from me.

'How did you know?' She is talking very quietly or my head is being noisy. I put my hands to my ears and close my eyes.

'I can taste it. I can smell it.' And so I walk away following the path Emily made through the forest and I wonder how far behind me they are.

'Floyd.' She says it like she would if I was making slowly passionate love to her…she breathes it over her teeth and across her lips.

'Go home Emily. Keep going the way you were going. They're not too far behind. A few hours probably.'

'I'll come with you.' I keep walking and pulling at leaves and small twigs as I go by them.

'I'm sure you would darling, but we don't have time. Go find Hotchner and that sweet bunny Morgan. You will get in the way. I cant afford to be watching out for you too.'

I start running now and I think I hear my name being called for a short while. A panicked fearful voice, but I ignore it and I certainly move faster then she can catch me.

-o-o-o-

'Dirty little slut.' He says. I'm still gripping hold of him. I don't want to let him go yet. I need to keep his attention on me. I need to make sure she is far enough away for it not to be easy to just grab her back again. I finish what I was doing and still his hands are in my hair. I try to relax a bit. I don't know what he wants now. Mindful to keep my eyes away from him I look inside myself. The think inside me will tell me what to do. I rest back on my heels and run my hands down the outside of his legs. He is athletic. I can feel the muscles. Not really my thing to be honest, but I think I am his thing. I watch his feet move around to my side. His hands are still in my hair and now pulling my head back.

'I could break your neck you little whore.'

It wasn't a question. I don't need to answer it. I place my hands on the floor in front of me and adjust the way I am sitting. I have to relax for him.

'Do you know why some people like screwing the dead?' This time it was a question and not one I know the answer to,

'No.' I tell him. I don't want to say too much. I don't want him to hear the fear or is it disgust, whatever it is, I don't want him to hear it in my voice. This is my voice not the one inside me.

'The fresh kill Spencer. The smell. It has a special smell to it. For some people this smell is such a turn on that it is the only thing which can let them perform. That wonderful smell.'

Oh god. Oh please no. I stay silent. I can't speak now if I wanted to.

'The gasses escape slowly Spencer. The muscles twitch and contract. There really is nothing quite like it.'

That cold voice inside of me is laughing and I realise that my nose is suddenly bleeding and my mouth is slightly open and I am drooling down the drain I am on bended knee in front of.

'They never protest. They never moan. Well actually sometimes they do. As the air escapes but it's not a moan of complaint Spencer, it is one of pleasure.'

I am rocking slightly back and forth and the hand is still hard in my hair and my head is pulled hard back with my neck horribly exposed.

'And if the thing you are screwing has been bleeding, then all the better.'

I let out a small moan of my own at this. He is going to kill me. I know he is. Like he did the child. He is going to kill me then abuse me. I can taste blood I my mouth where it has slid back down my nose into the back of my throat. I swallow as best I can but it makes me choke. Still he wont let go and my coughing builds up as he jerks my head back harder. Now my hands come off the floor and I try to twist around so the pressure is less on my neck. I can't breathe.

As I move he moves with me and I can hear him laughing. A sinister chuckle. A deep down noise.

'What's wrong Spencer? Can't you breathe my sweet? Having a few problems are you?'

And as suddenly as it started it stops. His hands are gone from my hair and he is pushing my shoulders forwards and down and pulling at the cloth I have tied around me.

'You smell of death already Spencer. You smell good. Very good. Is this what Floyd sees in you? Do you whore like this for him? You need to answer me Spencer. You need to say something.'

I can feel him pressing against me and I need to relax but I am still coughing and now spitting up blood. It's OK. I am beyond pain there now. I know I am bleeding. Almost immediately I am bleeding. It is the only lubricant he uses as he tears into me again. The force of him pushes me on the floor. His hands on my hips hold me in place and pull my closer. I don't want to respond to him. I don't want this, but I am coughing and I think that is what is giving him his pleasure. Not a voluntary thing on my behalf, but it's giving him more pleasure than if I was pushing back willingly.

He's not there for long. He pushes me away from him and lets me fall to the floor in a torn still coughing tangle. I can smell the blood. I can smell what he just did to me and that secret voice inside me is crying…and the cold one is happy. It's not laughing, it is relaxed and content.

'You did good. He will be here soon.'

I wipe the blood away from my nose and from around my mouth and I turn to him still lying on the floor, I turn to him and look him directly in the eyes. 'What? What do you mean?'

I am beyond his rules now. There is no point anymore. I know what he has decided. He's told me. He's just not carried out the final deed yet.

'She will have left a beautiful trail for Floyd to follow straight back here. I can show him his daughter.' I watch as he walks over to the dead child and he picks up the head and with a clip on his belt he attaches it to his clothing by the long dark hair.

'That's not his daughter.' I say this but I don't know. I don't know if it is or not. I have to try to put doubt in this monsters head. I have to try to weaken him somehow and I cant do it physically. I can feel blood running now. I can feel it trickling down the back of my legs and I wonder what damage he has done to me. Staying down on my hands and knees I move around in a half circle so I can keep watching him. I see the head hanging there. The dead eyes are open and staring. Accusing me. Pointing out my failure to keep her safe.

'Edmund Kemper.'

I flinch at the name.

'A monster.' I look at him and nod. I know who he is. He carries on talking to me. 'He liked to decapitate. Dissect, and fuck…and then eat parts of them.' He is stroking the head of the child as I keep my eyes firmly on his face. If he is trying to worry me with his words and actions then it's working. 'I'll wait though. I want him to see me do it.' He walks over to me now and makes a grab for me.

I'm not going to just sit here and let him slaughter me. I'm going to fight this. I have learned some things both in my job and my relationship, and one of those things is how to fight back when faced with something like this. My words aren't going to faze him and so I go back to what I did before. As he reaches for me I lash out. I scratch. I kick and I punch and I dig my nails in and tear at him. I'm not careful or bothered that it's his eyes I am trying to get. I can feel his is responding to this with his own punches and kicks. Big kicks from powerful limbs but I'm already on the floor there isn't really anywhere else for me to go. The kicks to my head make the room start to spin. I know my attack is weakening and my fingers are no longer digging in. The kick to my abdomen has me curling around my self on the floor and my arms wrapping around my head in an attempt to stop him.

I don't know why.

I should just get it over with.

Let him do it.

It will spoil his game if I break the rules.

And so as he batters at me and bends over me to pull my arms away I let him. I turn so I am on my back and I just lay there and I look at him. 'Go on then.' I whisper between bloodied mashed lips. 'Do it.'

And he does.

I didn't think he would.

I thought I called his bluff.

But I was wrong.

I miscalculated.

I made a big mistake. I didn't see until it was too late.

I didn't see Floyd standing there watching until the foot smashed down on my throat.