Two updates within three hours. I feel its safe to say that my writers block definitely lifted for a while. I just need to write after ten pm and I'm all good! well, you already got a speech earlier, so I won't bother with another.
(The only people that belong to me are Makaia and Blaine)
GO!
Makaia clung to Reid for what seemed like days after the unsub left the room. He had simply smirked, turning on his heel and casually sauntering out of the room as if he hadn't just killed three quarters of a family.
The bodies were still there.
All of their eyes were open, blank and clouding over with a greyness that could only be described as death.
After an eternity of Makaia sobbing into his shoulder, Reid noticed that she had gone quiet.
Reid looked down at the younger genius and noticed that she had fallen asleep. He realized that she must be absolutely exhausted. Stress, grief, fear and anger mixed with the appearance of her alter personality would definitely have taken a toll on her.
In her sleep, Makaia looked-to Reid's relief-peaceful. Nobody deserved this. Nobody deserved what Makaia had been through in her fifteen years in this world. It made Reid doubt, for the umpteenth time in his life, if there was a deity watching over them, or if it as all some myth. He had found it hard to believe that Gideon had held onto his faith through all those years of seeing what people were capable of.
Pushing thoughts of Gideon aside, Reid gently maneuvered Makaia so she was lying on her back, shoulders and head resting in Reid's lap.
Reid tried not to look at the bodies of the family in front of him, feeling guilt and anger whenever he did. He decided to follow the younger genius' example and get some rest. It wasn't doing him any good to sit awake in the dark with dead bodies that were alive only moments ago.
He cursed his brain for not shutting down when he wanted it to, and closed his eyes tightly, thinking of a plain, black, silent screen.
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Reid didn't remember falling asleep, but he must've considering he woke up on a thin, dirty mattress. He found the IV had been removed, leaving him with even less energy than he had previously had. He tried to rub some of the stickiness out of his eyes, but found that his hands were bound above him, handcuffs attached him to the poles of a metal bedframe.
Becoming scared, he tried to move his legs. They were bound as well, spread out just over hip width apart.
A draft hit his pale skin and Reid suddenly jumped at a new realization: he wasn't wearing clothes. He wasn't wearing anything.
How Reid had failed to notice this sooner was beyond his understanding, but he suddenly felt extremely exposed and embarrassed despite the lack of company in the room. He tugged uselessly against the cuffs around his ankles. They didn't budge.
The agent longed for clothing. He hated exposing himself to anyone. When the team had to double up in hotel rooms in Alaska, he had changed in the bathroom.
He felt so vulnerable at the moment, especially since he remembered, with perfect clarity, the unsub's MO.
It felt like days had passed. It felt like minutes had passed. But no matter how much time it was, every second was painfully torturous. Reid held back tears of pure fear as he struggled against the restraints. He was so caught up in his battle against the chains that he didn't notice when the unsub entered the room.
"They won't budge, Spencer." The voice made spencer jump and fight even harder to close his legs.
"Where's Makaia?" he demanded, suddenly realising that she could be in the same situation.
"Oh fret not, I haven't touched her… yet." His lips curled up in a sickening smile. "I left her with her family."
"If you touch her I swear to god I will-!"
"You'll what?" he interrupted. "Last time I checked, you were incapacitated. But don't worry your pretty little head about that yet." He came closer, dragging his fingers up Reid's leg, making the genius shiver in fear and anger. "For now, I'll just let her listen to you scream."
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"Garcia?" JJ asked hopefully as she answered the call, putting the phone on speaker in the middle of the table.
"I think I may have it!" Garcia nearly squealed with possibility of finally bringing her Boy Genius home. "Anderson Smith, like the actual Anderosn Smith, didn't own anything but his house and car as I previously told you BUT, his father owned a line of shoe stores down the coast of California and his main warehouse is located two hours from you! The stores shut down and the warehouse had been empty for years."
"That has to be it!" Morgan insisted, standing up from his place at the table.
"Garcia, you're the best!" Blake practically shouted over her shoulder as the team rushed out of the conference room.
Ten minutes later, the team was on the road. Sirens blared, lights flashed and anxiety skyrocketed as they prepared themselves for what they might find.
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Reid let the tears fall after the unsub left the room. They weren't tears of shame or guilt, however. They were tears of pain and relief. The unsub had-thankfully-not followed through with Reid's prediction of sexual assault. Without wanting to, Reid thought back to what had happened moments before.
"For now, I'll just let her listen to you scream." The hand was suddenly gone from Reid's upper thigh as the unsub finished his sentence. Reid watched, horrified as the man started undoing his belt. Once it was free from its loops however, he didn't-to Reid's relief and confusion-continue disrobing.
Reid's breath had quickened, but stopped all together as the unsub raised the belt over his shoulder and brought it down across his captive's chest. Reid cried out through clenched teeth at the sudden stinging pain that flared up just under his collarbone.
"Oh well I don't think my other guest could hear that, do you?" the unsub questioned as he raised the belt again, striking Reid's chest again, just inches below the already swelling spot. Reid's cry of pain was slightly louder this time as he felt skin break.
"Well that was a bit better, but you can do better."
The unsub kept whipping Reid, each time telling him he wasn't yelling loudly enough. Soon enough, the entire left side of Reid's torso and his entire left leg had turned purple and bloody, swelling to twice their normal sizes.
"I think that's sufficient for now." The unsub replaced his belt, not bothering to wipe Reid's blood off of it. "I'll see you tomorrow, Spencer."
As soon as the unsub had left, Reid let the tears fall. The quiet sobs of relief that caused his body to shake made his thirty seven swollen, bruised cuts hurt twice as much as when he kept still, but he couldn't ebb the flow of tears as he reminded himself that he hadn't been raped.
For the first time in what was probably days, he was almost happy.
Haha I bet I fooled you! I may be evil (as I determined two hours ago) but I'm not THAT evil.
Unfortunately, I just realized that I may not be able to update until Monday. I'm going hiking tomorrow, then having a sleepover Saturday night into Sunday, and am being dragged to the peach festival with my mother and her man-child (sorry, boyfriend). then we're going to be at the man-child's house for dinner and if I even think about using my electronics there my mother gets mad. So, I will try my hardest to fins time to post chapters before Monday, but if I cant, sorry.
As always, please review! Swarrtotmaal!