...Can we pretend that the month-long lack of updating didn't happen? :/

I'm sorry that this is a bit late but things have been busy for me. College has been particularly brutal lately and I feel like every time I get done with a major essay, another one just gets plopped right in front of me. I may love writing, but not about stuff that restricts my creativity! :P

So unfortunately I can't make any promises on how frequent updates will be so please be patient.

But enough of my griping, how've you all been? Anyone been catching up on the new season?! X3

Anonymous: Wow...thank you so much! Your comments left me glowing! :D I'm sorry I kept you waiting but as I said in the comments above, college is busy. Don't worry, the prologue will happen eventually; more stuff needs to go down first ;)

Warnings: mentioned violence, blood, and gore, mentions of season 2 "The Big Game", language

He was trapped in oblivion. It was as if he had been swallowed up by a demonic monster of darkness and was resting in its stomach, waiting to be obliterated, to perish.

Tobias's body felt light, weightless, and he was wandering aimlessly in who knows where. Around him was nothing but darkness and he was alone. Tobias couldn't tell if he was dead or unconscious and it scared him; the uncertainty of his situation unnerved him and he was desperate for answers.

Yet he couldn't speak. Try as he might he couldn't manage a single sound from him, like if an invisible hand was clenching his body, controlling him. Tobias thought he heard voices but he brushed it off as his own mind playing tricks on him.

Tobias couldn't be sure how long he's been in this strange place with only darkness and fear for company. He wanted to scream but nothing could fill the infinite shadowy gloom but nothingness. Fear started to occupy the space and into the corners of his mind and he was terrified.

There was no hope, no life—he was going to die.

But just as he was almost consumed by the emptiness, his ears picked up on something—a voice. A voice that tickled the contours of his subconscious and automatically refreshed a sense of security within him. The fear clinging to him washed off like dirt and he felt released, like if he could breathe again. At first he couldn't identify where he's heard that voice but knew it was familiar somewhere—somewhere that promised warmth, kindness, and love.

Then it hit him—it was his mother's.

He recognized her soft, comforting voice as it gently breezed through the darkness and made it seem as if the space around him held merely a dimmed light rather than pitch blackness.

For a moment, Tobias didn't care where he was or how he was going to get out of here and instead focused on his mom's voice. He allowed it to wrap around him like her arms when she tenderly embraced him and he was calm.

Even in that dark, foreboding chasm he wasn't afraid anymore.

Barely anything stirred in the police station as Reid and JJ listlessly went over some of Foyet and Tobias's case files, trying to find something, anything of significance. The team still wasn't back yet and they haven't heard any news from anyone.

That is until a call from Garcia demolished the silence.

JJ answered and put the phone on speaker. "Hey Garcia, got something for us?"

"If by something you mean information that will burn you like chili peppers on fire then yes I have something! Alright, so you know how Foyet and 'Raphael' stole that tech stuff from the electronics store?"

"Yes," JJ replied as she and Reid shared a curious glance.

"Okay so I had the store send me the stolen laptop's data so that I may be able to track down its signal once it's used. And being as amazing as I am, I got a hit."

JJ and Reid's eyes widened with surprise and hope and they both instinctively leaned forward. "A hit? As in a signal?"

"Yup, I managed to get a hit and I traced it so damn fast you wouldn't believe and I got a location before I lost it."

"Before you lost it?" Reid put in. "So does that mean-"

"Yes, I lost it because Foyet turned it off like a minute after he used it. But lucky for you I was able to trace the signal and get a rough position on its whereabouts! I'm not too sure if that's where he and Tobias set up base but knowing how much of smart cookies you guys are, I'm sure you'll be able to pick up some sort of clue when you investigate!"

The two profilers heard the smile in her voice and couldn't help form ones of their own. "Wow that's great, Garcia, thanks," Reid said with an appreciative nod, though the tech analyst couldn't see it.

"Oh you're welcome my loves! It's all in a day's of work of one brilliant Penelope Garcia!" JJ and Reid chuckled and listened as she continued, "So I've checked out the area and as far as I know the signal came from the middle of Trinity Street but there's a couple of neighborhoods nearby so they could be-"

JJ and Reid were puzzled when Garcia suddenly cut off and waited for her to say any more. However, all they met was silence, a silence that rang loudly with unease and they couldn't even hear her breathe. They exchanged glances before JJ tentatively asked, "Um Garcia? Are you still there?"

Still nothing and the noiselessness reigned until Garcia murmured a near-inaudible, horrified "oh my god."

That's not a good sign.

"Garcia," JJ tried as nervousness began to bubble within her. "Is everything alright?"

There was more silence, which added to growing sense of dread before Garcia managed to softly say, "Guys…they did it. They…they finally managed to do it."

"Do what?" Reid asked though he was sure he and JJ didn't want to know.

"Foyet and Tobias…they…they posted up some videos."

The team wasted no time in rushing back to the station. Once Garcia promised to send the videos to the Atlanta police station, Reid and JJ instantly informed the team of her discovery. They all arrived as quickly as they could and they were soon standing in front of a computer with Chief Sullivan, waiting for the videos to download.

"Alright, there you go," Garcia said on speaker phone. "You guys should have both videos by now."

"Both? As in just two?" Prentiss asked with a light frown.

"Yup, my database managed to pick up on only two of them, courtesy of Foyet and Tobias."

"And you're sure they're from them?" Hotchner inquired.

"Unfortunately yes. They have Foyet and Tobias, or should I say 'Raphael', smeared over both of them. Just…watch them because I'd rather not have to explain—watching them once was bad enough." They heard her shudder from the other end.

"Well you don't need to watch them anymore," Morgan reassured her. "Just work your magic and try to trace down their sources, okay?"

"Anything for you, gorgeous…and the rest of you too," Garcia replied, saying that last bit hurriedly. The group couldn't help but lightly smiled as Garcia said a hasty good bye before hanging up.

They then all turned to the computer screen and exchanged glances, the mood instantly becoming tense and somber. Wordlessly Rossi clicked the mouse to start the video and they waited breathlessly for it to load. "Brace yourselves," Hotch said needlessly as everyone nodded.

They each stiffened as they were soon faced with the Prestons' living room and the couple themselves were tied to chairs, prisoners in their own home. Michael Preston was semi-conscious and bleeding from his stomach and leg while his wife Laura was hysterically sobbing as she stared up at a cloaked figure near her.

Foyet.

He was wearing his usual outfit of dark clothing and the black resin mask and was carrying a switchblade, the silver glinting in the light with an eerie wink. The camera zoomed in on him and Foyet looked directly to the device and said, "Pay close attention. You wouldn't want to miss this."

The team then watched in utter horror as Foyet proceeded to brutally murder Laura Preston; they were forced to compartmentalize as the sound of her screaming carried on, drowning out the stomach-churning resonance of a knife slicing in and out of flesh and spilling out blood. Eventually it ceased and each person flinched when they heard the small yet hauntingly resonating explosion of a gunshot and saw its camera-like flash. Within moments, the Prestons were dead, but unfortunately Foyet wasn't finished and went ahead to repeatedly stab Michael Preston's lifeless body.

This went on for a while before the screen suddenly went dark and switched to another location. They were soon viewing a shadowed bedroom and Foyet was restraining a sobbing woman, whom they recognized as Deborah Henderson, and was baring her throat. Then another figure came to view and the team recognized the thick stature and shaggy brown hair and rugged beard on a familiar face sporting lifeless light brown eyes—Tobias Hankel.

Tobias came into full range as he slowly approached Mrs. Henderson. She bucked against Foyet's hold, shrieking as she caught sight of the glinting switchblade in Hankel's hand. The apathetic, soulless expression in his eyes never wavered, even as he callously slices Deborah Henderson's throat without so much as a word.

The profilers collectively felt ill as Mrs. Henderson's body dropped to the ground with a sickening thump and the carpet began to stain with her own blood. She emitted small, choking noises as she minimally twitched before permanently stilling. And yet even that didn't compare to how appalled they were at the sadistic glow that flashed within Foyet's eyes.

"Nice work," Foyet had complimented. "I'll finish her off while you take care of her hubbie."

Tobias merely nodded and responded, "You said these sinners had a daughter. Where is she?" The team simultaneously shuddered as the familiar, cold, indifferent voice ghosted in their ears, remembering it from past videos.

They watched on as Foyet shrugged. "We passed her room but I didn't see her there. She must be out."

With a final nod, Tobias then proceeded to grab an unconscious Nathan Henderson and drag him over to the camera's line of sight. Then he wasted no time in slitting his throat too, causing Mr. Henderson to regain consciousness and release a piercing scream of excruciating pain. In the meantime, Foyet eagerly started stabbing Deborah Henderson's already-dead body, finding a malicious sense of thrill doing so.

Then all of sudden the camera stopped rolling and there was brief silence until words appeared upon the screen.

I hope you enjoyed these as much as we did. Raphael and the Boston Reaper shall continue to eradicate sinners and anyone who intervenes will be brutally punished. Keep that in mind, agents and remember: The armies of Satan shall not prevail.

Subsequently the screen went completely blank, the videos finally finished. No one could breathe a word as shock wrapped tightly around their minds and hindered their thoughts. The murders plagued them by replaying each little detail, each scream, each drop of blood as the nightmarish hell descended upon them.

Eventually it was Chief Sullivan who broke the silence: "Damn, that was…awful. I mean I've seen… a lot of horrible stuff on the job but this…this is just heartless. I don't think I've ever seen anything so…gruesome and…hardcore brutal."

Morgan nodded somberly in response. "Yeah, Foyet's always been one to make his kills as bloody as hell itself. And Tobias…Tobias just doesn't give a damn."

"That wasn't Tobias," Reid tonelessly remarked as his eyes were glued to the computer in silent shock. "That last one was 'Raphael's' doing."

Morgan narrowed his eyes at him. "It's the same guy, kid, remember that."

At that Reid turned away from the computer to glare at Morgan who frowned at him in return. Hotchner briefly cleared his throat and stated, "Well it's obvious that Foyet and Tobias are directing these to us; that message from the first video and this last one is proof enough. They even used Hankel's first message to us to probably try and shake us."

Prentiss quickly nodded in agreement. "Apparently Foyet in particular wants us to know what we already figure: that he's on the hunt and that he has Tobias helping him. He's taunting us."

"It also tells us that Foyet and Hankel found somewhere to set up base," Rossi commented with concern. "The only question is where."

"Atlanta is a big place," JJ sadly mused. "They could be anywhere."

"So we'll have to narrow down the search." Hotchner turned to his youngest colleague. "Reid, have you found any trail to where Tobias and Foyet could be?"

Reid inclined his head and walked over to the map. "From what we've gathered, Foyet and Tobias seem to be heading north. They started off here," he pointed to marked position on the map, "at the Preston household and then moved their way up to here at the Henderson residence. They then keep going up north until they reach the Ruizes then then they begin to head east where they ended up at the gas station. My best assumption is that they're going to strike next somewhere in this area." He grabbed a pen and drew a huge circle that surrounded the charred gas station. "It happens to coincide where Garcia said she had gotten a signal from—so if she said that it came from approximately around Trinity Street," he put an 'X' on the position, "then that still leaves Foyet and Tobias within the proximity."

The entire team surveyed the map with interest and then Sullivan said, "Well at least we have a vague idea of where they could be."

"You know, I think we can narrow down the search a bit more," Morgan put in as his expression deepened with thoughtful seriousness. "If we think about it, so far Foyet and Hankel's victims tend to be younger people, particularly couples. Maybe we can have Garcia look into the area and locate people that fit the victimology. Once she does, then we can warn them about Foyet and Tobias and tell them to be on their guard. In fact, if we do this right, then we might be able to apprehend our perps too."

"That's a good idea," Prentiss remarked with approval. "I'll call her up." Then she pulled out her phone and soon the tech analyst answered:

"Okay so I take it that you guys watched those god-awful videos by now?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Prentiss dryly stated. "We just finished them."

"Oh please don't tell me that you need me to analyze them for something. Watching them once was bad enough and doing so a second time is just not my cup of tea. I mean of course I'll do it if I have to but that does mean I'll enjoy them. I already know that they'll give me nightmares…"

"There's no need for a repeat," the ebony-haired woman specified. "We need you to give us a list of young people in their twenties or thirties that live in a specific area, especially young couples."

"Oh, well then in that case I can have that for you in a jiffy! Which specific area did you have in mind?"

Once Prentiss gave her the coordinates from Reid's map, the entire group heard the clicking of keys on a computer zipping at a fast pace as Garcia worked. "And…bam there you go: I've got a hit for twelve different houses that hold people of your description and an extra six for homes with young couples that happen to have kids too. I just sent the addresses to your phones!"

Sure enough the profilers received the necessary information on their cells within a second. "Thanks Garcia," Prentiss said appreciatively.

"You're welcome! Now since you don't need me to re-watch those traumatizing videos, then I'll be working on back-hacking their creepy creator's sources; I'll call if I find anything!"

Then with a final good-bye, she hung up and Morgan looked to the group. "Alright we have some addresses so I suggest that we pair up and visit these people and warn them of Foyet and Tobias. Then we'll discreetly patrol around those neighborhoods and see if we can catch them."

Hotchner nodded his concurrence. "Hopefully we can find them before it's too late."

"Do you think they got my message?"

Foyet glanced over at 'Charles', suppressed a frown, and nodded. "Obviously—I'm the one who posted the videos."

He didn't like the way the other man looked at him so skeptically. "Yeah but how do you know if sinners are watching them? I really want those corrupted bastards to know what's coming to them, especially the Satans that run the FBI."

At that Foyet couldn't help but sneer. "Oh don't worry, they got the message. I specifically made sure that the videos were directed to them so once they watch them, they'll know just how much we mean business."

'Charles' raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying that they didn't know before?"

Foyet bit back a growl of annoyance and ground out, "No—I'm saying that they already know our motives but these videos enhance our capabilities."

Hankel merely eyed him for a moment before shrugging. "If you say so."

Foyet was seriously starting to get pissed off with 'Charles' and the crap he's pulling; it was bad enough that he wants 'Raphael' to determine his ex's fate but to question him…where the hell does he get the gall?!

The Reaper clenched his teeth until he was sure they'd break but managed to momentarily let it go. He took a couple of breaths and glanced at Martha and Richard Emerson—they were still tied up yet they were also gagged, both struggling against their bonds. Foyet grinned at the sheer pathetic state they were in and felt his body tingle with excitement.

Soon it'll be all worth the wait but for the present, it was time he had some fun on his own.

"Hey Hankel, the sun's going down so until 'Raphael' shows up, what do you say we head out for a while and scope out some more sinners, eh?"

Hankel looked up at him and scowled. "At this hour?"

"When's a better time?"

Foyet watched almost anxiously as Hankel contemplated his suggestion and grinned as he gradually nodded. "You have a point, very well. But I'm not taking part in slaying those sinners."

"That's fine by me," Foyet said with ease. "You can just film like the last time and let me do all the work. Sound fair to you?"

Hankel nodded again and Foyet remarked, "Great! I know just the place."

"What about them?" 'Charles' pointed to the Emersons and Foyet sneered.

"They're not going anywhere; we'll lock 'em in their basement until we get back if it'll make you feel better."

"Very well, let's go." Foyet smirked as he and Hankel dragged the Emersons down to their basement, locked them in, and headed out. As he drove, he glanced at the camera in Hankel's hand and unconsciously touched the switchblade in his trench coat, relishing in the electric jolt that flew up his spine.

Lately he's been really enjoying videotaping his murders, knowing fully well that people were going to watch them. He couldn't wait to upload another one; it'll be sure to put arrogant jackasses like Aaron and Dr. Reid in their place. He only wished he could've seen their faces as they watched his last videos…

He smirked with amusement. Oh he could only imagine but the thought itself was still rapturous.

Watch out Aaron—I'll be more famous than you'll even realize…

So Tobias is still stuck in limbo, Garcia forever remains fabulous, we got two disturbing videos on the Internet, Morgan is hot and obnoxious, and Foyet and 'Charles' are butting heads (grins evilly)...

Oh and the Emersons are still alive. Still debating whether or not to kill them although a good majority of you like the idea of them getting killed off. You sadists! XD

Again, I apologize for the delay but I can't promise to update soon. I need things to settle down and my Criminal Minds muses to return. Please bear with me and I'll do my best! Thanks for sticking around! :D

P.S Just seen the recent episode...I will never be able to unsee Reid's 'scary' side XD