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It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.
Helen Keller
Chapter 14
Spencer froze. His heart was pounding against his ribs, and he was breathing heavily; so much so that he was finding it hard to get air in.
This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be. Reid told himself as he started shaking, his whole body felt cold, even though sweat was trickling down his forehead. Spencer shut his eyes, pleading with somebody-anybody- that this wasn't real, that this was just a dream. It was just a nightmare. He shivered, and swallowed, but his mouth was dry.
"M..MORGAN!" he managed to cry though his tight throat, though it sounded more like a whimper to his own ears.
Morgan took of running as soon as he heard Spencer's cry. Waves of protectiveness and white hot fury radiated though him. Whoever caused his best friend to sound so vulnerable and frightened would pay dearly! If anyone laid a hand on the genius he was going to rip them apart piece by piece! The first thing Morgan did the moment he crashed through the old wooden door and into the small bed room was search for his younger brother. His mind was racing though all different scenarios but never could have never guessed what he would find.
Spencer was pale and trembling. Beads of sweat were dripping down his brow and his breathing was way too heavily and fast. He face was mask of shock and intense fear, and he didn't even seem to notice Morgan's presence. Although he was most defiantly not alright, Morgan let out the breath he didn't know he was holding once he saw the kid at least wasn't physically injured.
Once he was sure that Spencer was unharmed he let his gaze drift to the room in an attempt to see what made Reid like this. The minute his gaze broke away from Reid he saw it. How the hell did he not see this the minute he stormed into the room? The only reason he missed it was because he was so focused on Reid but now he did and he felt a surge of fear, anger and most of all shock as he pulled Reid closer into his arms protectively. Reid just let himself be handled; his eyes still starring where Morgan's own eyes refused to leave.
Above the bed on the back wall written in big bloody red letters were the words: 'THE ARMIES OF SATAN SHALL NOT PREVAIL.' and two tiny pink bottles with a syringe laying across the bed, resting seductively on the pillow.