IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys, so my family and I are going on vacation for a few days, and we're leaving tomorrow. I'll be out of state, so I won't be able to update for at least a week or so. I also won't have Internet access, so I can't get back to any PMs. Basically, Fanfiction will be completely out of my grasp, so don't think I'm abandoning you guys or that I'm ignoring you. Until I get back, enjoy this update! :)

Ebonypol: I'm so glad you are! Thanks as always for your amazing support and I hope you like this chapter too!

Liliane: Hi! I'm so sorry to hear about your netbook; hopefully you can get it replaced or fixed soon! Until then, don't worry about writing reviews and such! I don't mind :) I'm fine, thanks for asking and thanks for the compliments! I was hoping that Davis's murder was different, and I'm glad you liked Reid and JJ's talk! I pray it was authentic. To be honest, I'm not much of a party person either. It's just not my thing, and I'm not that sort of fun, outgoing person. I'm more of that awkward chick who hangs with her friends, drinks sodas, and pathetically attempts to dance XD

Warnings: violence, blood, gore, gruesome images, references to drugs, language, spoilers to season 2 "The Big Game" and "Revelations"

Tobias had no idea what happened. One minute he was arguing with Charles about murdering those people and the next thing he knew, he was in what appeared to be a cheap motel room watching Raphael talk with Foyet. His breathing hitched in alarm as he realized that there was a sudden change in location, and he practically jumped once he fully acknowledged the archangel's presence.

Good lord…the archangel's here too?!

He attempted regain himself and properly figure out what had happened and then realized with a sinking sense of dread that he had blacked out for hours, judging by the nighttime sky outside.

What…What happened to me? Did they…Did they knock me out or maybe they…drugged me?!

Tobias instantly grew distressed at the prospect. They…They wouldn't! But…how?!

He wracked his brain for answers yet came up with no plausible explanation; he just couldn't think of a reasonable justification that explained why he was out of it for so long. His head wasn't hurting from being struck and he's been using Dilaudid, psychedelics, and hospital meds for years, so he'd know if he was injected with something.

The world's gone mad.

Neither the archangel nor Foyet seemed to notice him as they conversed and Tobias couldn't tell if they were purposely ignoring him or not.

"I thought you said you knew how to use computers," Raphael said condescendingly. "Why aren't you uploading the video?"

"Because," Foyet replied with exaggerated patience, "I'm not sure if you know this, but the FBI can track down our Internet signal the minute we post something. We need the proper wiring to ensure that we can create a firewall that they can't get through, like how Tobias did for you guys."

Tobias couldn't help but stiffen at the mention of his name.

Raphael raised an eyebrow and continued with his criticisms. "If that's the case, then why did you bother having me pilfer these devices," he gestured over to a laptop as well as some pieces of electronic items; Tobias's eyes widened at the sight of them, "when we're not going to use them? How else are we going to send God's messages?"

Oh no, they're doing the video murders again?! No!

"Relax Raphael," Foyet smoothly said, completely composed and untroubled by the archangel's persistent censure. "I've got it all covered. The thing is, we do need this laptop, but we need to find a place to hook it up first. I figure we ought to wait until we find the perfect hideout. I was thinking we could continue filming sinners until we do and then we'll upload God's word once we actually find a place. I swear it'll get done. Just trust me." Foyet grinned with ease.

No, no…they can't be serious about doing this! Not again! NO!

Tobias was horrified to see Raphael contemplate Foyet's words before reluctantly nodding. "I suppose you're right. I'll never understand mundane technology, but I do remember Charles speaking to me about it and Tobias did attempt to explain it to me once."

Not by choice!

Foyet grinned triumphantly, knowing fully well that he won. "Yeah, but believe me when I say that we'll make do with teaching sinners a lesson in the meantime. We'll have fun, I promise." His grin sharpened like a switchblade against metal and Tobias unconsciously shivered.

Raphael didn't seem shaken as he merely inclined his head. "Fine by me. Do you happen have a place in mind for us to set up?"

"Unfortunately no—we'll have to find it on our own."

"Very well. When do we start?"

Tobias grew cold at the murderous, sadistic glint in Foyet's eyes, becoming already familiar with it in such short time. "Well, the night is still young if you want to go somewhere now. I know the perfect place too."

"Lead me to the sinners and I'll take care of them."

In no time, the three arrived at a quiet, pleasant neighborhood about 15 minutes away from the motel. Tobias had kept quiet throughout the ride, not wanting to be noticed much less addressed. He knew that he were to protest then he would only be rebuked or ignored, so he figured his best option was to follow along, virtually unseen for the time being until he can get help.

Not the best idea, but it would have to do.

Tobias was surprised that neither Raphael nor Foyet acknowledged his presence, but he still kept quiet, even when they briefly stopped the car to dump out the dead body of a random man stuffed in the trunk. He had only watched in horror as Foyet shot him in the head for good measure, carved the word FATE into his torso, and placed a ring on his finger before taking the man's glasses. Tobias blanched and was instantly stricken with nausea, yet forced himself to shove aside his anguished revulsion in order to keep a clear head.

Whatever Raphael and Foyet had planned for the evening, he planned on stopping it one way or another.

Eventually, they arrived at a two-story home, parked their car on the curb, and walked out. Tobias remained close as Raphael looked up at the house.

Foyet beamed at the structure and remarked, "I think you'll like this place, Raphael. I've observed these people often enough to notice a few things that I found very wrong. Trust me when I say that they deserve punishment."

The archangel looked to him, mildly doubtful, before inquiring, "What sins have been committed in this place?"

"These people," Foyet gestured to the building with a confident, seemingly trustworthy grin, "are atheists."

Raphael actually seemed to bristle, his brow furrowing in disapproval and disgust. "They don't believe in Him? They've completely broken the 1st official commandment. They must be punished."

Foyet sneered at his concession, as if he were waiting for it. "I couldn't agree more. Let's do this." Grabbing the video camera, Foyet put on his resin mask as he and Raphael approached the house.

Dread began to seep into him as Tobias secretly followed along. They stopped at the front entrance and Foyet began to examine the exterior before his eyes lit up. Then gesturing over to Raphael, he slunk over to the side of the house. They soon reached a side door that led into the kitchen and Foyet's gloved hands jiggled the door, finding it locked.

However, the man wasn't discouraged as he pulled out his gun. Then without a word or gesture of warning, he suddenly smashed down onto the doorknob. The force of the weapon as well as Foyet's brute strength broke off the knob and Tobias's eyes widened as it fell with a loud THUNK and rolled into the bushes. Raphael appeared mildly impressed as Foyet strode in and he went in after him. After a moment, Tobias followed them in.

The house was dark and deadly quiet as the three men crept in. They were in a nice, clean kitchen with a marble counter that had chairs around the table and pots and pans hanging from the ceiling. Upon glancing around, Tobias was reminded of his own home when he was a boy before his mom left, when his family was as happy and normal as a family should be.

"This way," Foyet murmured as they exited the kitchen and into the living room. They had just barely entered when they heard the sound of shuffling above on the second floor. They all instantly froze, but the shuffling got louder and was proceeded with muffled voices.

The residents of the house were awake.

Foyet seemed to realize this too because he turned to Raphael. "If I recall, there are three sinners in this house: Nathan and Deborah Henderson and their pretty Prom Queen daughter, Brooke. I'll help you apprehend them before I start filming."

Raphael nodded in agreement and then the two headed for the stairs. After a moment's delay to stiffen his resolve, Tobias trailed after them. When they reached the top, they saw a light on in the main bedroom and registered that the voices were coming from there.

Though Tobias couldn't see it behind the mask, he could've sworn that Foyet smirked. "You ready for this, Raphael?"

The archangel inclined his head and Foyet went to the bedroom. Tobias was frozen in place until he spotted a telephone nearby. Before he could think, he quickly grabbed the device and mechanically dialed three single digits.

He waited anxiously as the phone rang once before a calm, female voice responded, "9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

Tobias quickly looked to the bedroom door before stuttering, "H-Hello. I…I'm on 348 S. Evergreen Dr."

"Sir, I know where you're calling from. What's your emergency?"

A sense of déjà vu swept through Tobias's entire form, causing him to shiver before he got a hold of himself. "These…These people are atheists. They don't believe in God."

The person on the other end didn't say anything for a brief second. "You're calling because these people are atheists?"

Tobias was disjointedly frustrated by the incredulous disbelief in the woman's voice and apprehensively responded, "Well…yes and no. They are, but that's not the point. Raphael and George Foyet are going to kill them. They're going to kill them for-"

A piercing scream of horror followed by a yell of pain cut him off. Tobias flinched and hurriedly whispered, "It-It's too late! Mr. Foyet's got them! He's going to let Raphael-"

"What are you doing?" Tobias instantly jumped as the archangel appeared out of nowhere next to him, fixating him with a frown. He automatically clutched the phone tighter and cursed himself for his trepidation.

"Sir…Sir what was that noise?" The 9-1-1 operator anxiously asked, "Are you still there?"

Yes I'm still here! Now send someone over!

Raphael looked at the phone before snatching it from his hands. "You're trying to send for help again."

Tobias collected his wits and narrowed his eyes at him. "Yes because this isn't right! You tell Foyet to leave those people alone!" As if to contradict his demands, another scream sounded throughout the house and then glass was shattered.

Raphael was unfazed by the background chaos. "It must be done." Then he spoke into the phone, his lifeless eyes still trained on him. "Raphael is going to kill the sinners of this home. I suggest no one interferes." Then he put down the phone without a word before heading into the bedroom. Tobias stared at the phone while the operator repeatedly tried to call him back before he reluctantly followed after him.

Once he walked in, Tobias's eyes widened at the scene before him. There was a man unconscious on the floor, bleeding from an apparent head wound, while Foyet was holding onto a woman who struggled in his grip.

Foyet looked up upon seeing him. "About time. This bitch scratched me!" He quickly indicated to four visible tears clawed into his mask.

Raphael raised an eyebrow without concern and simply stated, "I was handling a situation with Tobias." The archangel pointedly looked at him, but Tobias's eyes were on the sobbing woman striving to escape Foyet's grip, debating if he was strong enough to fight Foyet and give the woman a chance to escape.

Foyet himself looked at him, seeming to just realize his presence before his eyes lit up behind his mask. "Tobias? Glad you can join the party." He then turned back to Raphael, sounding unworried as he asked, "May I ask what kind of situation?"

"He had just called 9-1-1."

Foyet's eyes briefly dilated before dulling back as he barked a laugh. "Is that it? That's not a bad situation—it just means we'll have a late audience coming." He then glanced at Tobias. "Just like you used to. Must be nice getting back into the system, huh Tobias?"

He instantly cringed and shook his head. "I already told you before that I refuse to be a part of this!"

Foyet shrugged, discomfited. "Very well, your loss." Looking back at the archangel, he said, "I have the camera set up over there," he jerked his head over and sure enough the camera was set on a stand, pointed at them. "It's not on yet so when you're ready, just hit that red button and it'll start to record. I'll hold Deborah for you while you work." Then he shoved the woman down to the floor, only to grab her arm, twist it painfully behind her before clutching her head and yanking it back to expose her throat. She screamed and sobbed louder.

Raphael nodded as he pulled out the knife Foyet had given him; Mrs. Henderson shrieked and tried to viciously yank herself free, releasing a bloodcurdling scream. Just as the archangel made a step forward, Tobias cried out, "NO!" before lunging forward and grabbing Raphael from behind, pinning his arms to the side.

This was probably the most Tobias has ever seen Raphael surprised when the archangel actually started with shock. "What are you doing? Release me."

"No!" Tobias held on tighter to the archangel as he squirmed in his grip. "I won't let you kill again! You're not doing this again!"

"I said release me!" The archangel firmly demanded, "I won't have you get in the way of the Lord's work!" Raphael attempted to wrestle free, yet Tobias used the adrenaline in his system as well as his own determination to fuel his strength.

If I can just restrain him long enough, then the police can come and end this nightmare before it starts!

Eventually though, Foyet got impatient. "Oh for the love of…Tobias! Stop! Just fucking stop!"

Tobias suppressed a flinch at Foyet's murderous tone and managed to exclaim, "N-No! I can't let you do this!"

"You're gonna have to. Raphael and I need to teach these sinners the way of the Lord. Do you want to go to Hell for interfering?!"

"I don't care," Tobias retorted as his resolve began to strengthen. "I'd rather die than sit back and do nothing!"

"Oh is that so?" Foyet shot back darkly, mockingly. "Funny you should mention death because you know who I think should die next…your little friend from the institution. What was his name again? Oh yeah…Benjamin."

Tobias immediately felt his heart stop fearfully like a person afraid of heights trapped at the climax of a roller coaster; there was no way down and one false move sent you plummeting. The image of Benjamin came to mind, his usually bright eager eyes dimmed as his life was ripped from him. He could see blood gushing from him and Foyet standing over him, plunging in the knife over and over and over again…

Ben…

Tobias looked at him with dread and whispered, "No."

"Yes. Then maybe afterward we can go after Dr. Reid. I can guarantee you that he's here in Atlanta looking for me, so it wouldn't be too hard finding him. And once I do, you can have a front row seat as he dies by my hand. Imagine what he'll look like with all his blood drained out of him…his throat slit…his fingers missing…his body disemboweled…and his eyes ripped from his sockets as I finish him off with-"

"STOP!" Tobias cried out, unknowingly releasing Raphael as these gruesome images invaded his head. "No! You leave him alone!"

Foyet's eyes glinted with amusement. "If you want him and Benjamin untouched, then I suggest you stay out of our way. Otherwise we're gonna have problems…or should I say Benjamin and Dr. Reid are gonna have problems. Understand?"

Tobias looked from him, to Raphael, to Mrs. Henderson, before back at him, conflicted and utterly defeated. "Please…don't do this."

Foyet appeared to smirk and looked to the archangel, completely disregarding him now. "I'm ready when you are."

Then to Tobias's alarm, Raphael switched on the camera and calmly strode over to the woman. Foyet quickly bared her neck and Raphael quickly swiped the knife across her throat, tearing it open and unleashing a torrent of blood. Almost instantly Mrs. Henderson's tear-filled eyes dulled as life and light swiftly faded and left, reverting to a dark, dead shade.

Tobias's stomach turned as color immediately drained from the woman and leaving an ashy white in its wake. Mrs. Henderson slumped forward, out of Foyet's hands, and her now lifeless body crumpled to the ground. Tobias stared at the body in horror, watching as blood seeped out of her neck and staining the carpet and creating a sticky pool around her. A small choking sound was emitted, so thin that it went almost unheard, and it eventually died down.

She was dead.

Tobias could only gape at the dead woman as the realization of her death fully struck him, hitting him hard until he couldn't breathe.

No…no…not again…

Raphael however seemed undeterred as Foyet hummed with satisfaction. "Nice work. I'll finish her off while you take care of her hubbie."

The archangel nodded and said, "You said these sinners had a daughter. Where is she?"

Foyet apathetically shrugged. "We passed her room, but I didn't see her there. She must be out." Raphael inclined his head and then moved onto the still unconscious man, dragging him to the camera's sight. He then proceeded to slit the man's throat, giving him enough incentive to open his eyes and cry out in pain, screaming bloody murder. Raphael merely let his body drop and observed as he slowly died in his own blood.

Meanwhile, Foyet was kneeling over Mrs. Henderson, examining her dead form. Then he took back the knife from Raphael before thrusting it into her, brutally yanking it in and out…in and out…in and out…

Tobias wasn't sure how many times Foyet stabbed the woman before he looked away and even so he still heard flesh being ripped by an unforgiving blade. Raphael watched him with mild interest and making no move to stop him.

The rest was a blur as Tobias vaguely recalled Foyet putting a pair of glasses on the woman before taking her necklace. Then he turned off the camera and they rushed out of there, Raphael dragging him out. Tobias felt numbness clawing him as he was barely aware of them all climbing into their car and driving off. Even so, he could've sworn that he heard police sirens coming up somewhere far from them and heading for the house.

They're too late…I was too late…

Tobias watched in shock as Foyet laughed and removed his mask as he drove, complimenting Raphael on his knife-work and suggesting that he ought to try stabbing once in a while. The archangel seemed willing to try and he lapsed into silence, watching the footage they had just shot. Tobias felt bile churning within his stomach as he noted Raphael's ostensible expression of satisfaction and contentment.

He looked to Foyet who was humming to himself, pleased, as he twirled the necklace in his hand, a trophy that signified his appalling deed. It was a simple necklace with a silver chain and a cross attached to it. Tobias watched him with a torrent of dark emotions: disgust, fear, and anger rose above all of them and threatening to consume him.

Tobias attempted to force it back as he tried to think a way out of this, without endangering anyone. Though he couldn't be sure that Foyet has any way to get to either Ben or Spencer, Tobias was certain that Foyet wasn't bluffing; if he truly wanted to, he could somehow find them and murder them, making sure that he was watching the entire bloodbath. Tobias flinched as horrific, grisly murders tore through his mind and threatened to become graphically real.

He instantly shook his head and blinked hard to erase those thoughts; not only were they not helpful but they only served to distract him from coming up with a decent plan of action. Yet being reminded of Spencer made Tobias realize something: if Foyet was correct in saying that he was probably in Atlanta, then that meant that most likely his FBI friends were here with him. Tobias immediately grew hopeful, comforted that Spencer and his team were searching for Foyet because he knew that if anyone were to catch him, it'd be them.

Although he didn't know the FBI agents personally, Tobias did know Spencer and he trusted the young man and all the glowing praises he's told him of his team. In their letters, Tobias could practically feel Spencer's smile whenever he mentioned his fellow FBI agents and had faith that they will stop Foyet, Charles, and Raphael.

Yet that doesn't mean Tobias will sit back and do nothing until then. If Spencer and his friends were in Atlanta, then this also means that he has a chance to contact the young man and warn him of Foyet's plans. One way or another, if he could reach Spencer, then he could escape this sick game as well as turn in Foyet.

However, he first had to find some way to tip off the young agent without Foyet's knowledge.

As he mentally ran through some ideas, he absentmindedly regarded Foyet rubbing the cross charm between his fingers.

His eyes widened. A cross charm…

Then it struck him: Mrs. Henderson wasn't an atheist.

Foyet had been lying.

Did anyone's hatred of Foyet just increase? I will be taking suggestions for any possible death scenarios now...that is if I decide to kill him off or not. The decision is still on the fence for me ;)

Well, that's all I got for today! See you all when I get back! Have a wonderful week! :D