To be Chosen - Chapter 2
here is chapter to of To be chosen. I've tried to keep the mystery as well as the flow but dropped clues to what's going on, and who was in the car..(dun dun DUN!). Don't worry if it's confusing it's supposed to be, it will either be cleared up by asking me or in further chapter should i write them.
anyway here it is…
You never expected to survive. They could have done anything to you, locked you away never to be found again. Finished the job and buried you. But instead you wake to a white room, the annoying beeping irritating your ears from the second beep that you hear. Your throat is dry and beyond painful, and your head is pounding so heard, egging the annoying beeping on. You try to call for help, but every attempt was only scratching and almost silent screeching.
"Oh!" the noise at the door set a fear in you. One that was set in your bones even though you didn't know why. You wanted to scream, to rip the wires from your body and run away, yet you could barely move. "Oh, hold on sugar," it was a female voice, and the woman moved around you in such a blur you could barely keep your eyes on her. From blur to a dark silohette you try and ask her what has happened but she was so busy with the machines that she didn't hear you.
"It's alright sugar, your safe now," she jabbed at the beeping next to you and within a few minutes the scratching at your throat lessoned.
You didn't know how long the nurse had left, the light in the room was artificial and there was no clock around you. You knew you needed urgently to get out the bed. You needed to run, to find him. He was in danger, and as ashamed as you felt for being the one who put him in it, he was the one who could save you. Who could save your family from this. The last think you remember was darkness, pain and fear but just the tiniest bit of hope too. Something, something in your heart calmed the fear a little.
Your name was called softly by the door in a voice so familiar yet… not. Two people stood at the door. A smaller blonde woman, who had a kind face and a soft gentle smile as if she was waiting for you to shudder away from her in fear. Yet you felt no need to. The fear that coursed through you only moments ago had no power against her or her companion.
The man next to her made you hands clench and heart race. You knew him, it was him! Doctor Spencer Reid of the FBI. He was tall with a slim frame. His hair, chocolate and unruly, fought away from his hand at his attempt to push it into some neat structure. The action calmed you as well for some strange reason. His lips pursed as he attempted a small disarming smile.
"My name is Dr Spencer Reid, we've met before, do you remember?" His voice was still soft, not as patronizing as it should have been. Your hands clenched as flashes of his face in rad light flashed through your memory. Oh you remember him, you had held on so tightly to the feeling of his lips on yours, it had kept you going, it had kept you alive. You try to tell him this, but every attempt left your throat in agony. Your attempt to speak caused your guests to wince in pain along with you, it also hurried them into the room.
"Its okay," The woman placed her jacket on the floor next to you and stood close to the bed. Your exhausted body didn't even try to fight against these people. " My name is Agent Jareau, Do mind if we ask you some questions? If you can nod or shake your head, it would help. " You were desperate to tell her everything, but you managed a nod after your throat tensed again. She gave you another warm smile, one that only a mother trying to reassure her child could give. Her eyes moved to Spencer. So you looked to him too, and as much as you wished you could thank him, your throat made it impossible. "That's alright," he tried to reassure you, his voice as soft and gentle as he could make it. "You see we met in a bar a few days ago, you were scared but you wouldn't tell me what was wrong. You asked me to remember you, does any of that ring a bell?"
Something, something bad was going to happen. More flashes came over you, a dark threat? A game? You wanted to tell him. Danger. He was in danger. That had to be it! That had to be the reason they let you go. To find him as they knew you would try and warn him. With a swift look to the heart monitor next to, your panic flowed through the room. Though it seemed like an automatic response the young doctor almost immediately took your hand.
"It's ok, you're safe, I promise." From the woman's tense reaction this was odd to say the least. She almost looked surprised at his gesture.
"That will be quite enough thank you," The new voice took all the calm, and reassurance and shoved it out the window. The man who had spoken, you recognised without even looking at him, as well as the woman that followed. "John Shaw, attorney." Your cousin stood next to your mother, who bore down her stout anger with narrow eyes. "Don't say or do anything." his voice was just as angry as it was before, when you had refused to give the of the man you had chosen. Your stomach felt sick as soon as he entered the room, like it did when ever he was around you. The beeping next to you grew louder and faster, casting the room in a darkness no one else would understand. Of course they knew you were here. They probably brought you here, and they would take you home, where your blood would run cold and next time you wouldn't survive.
"I'm sorry," Agent Jareau looked between them. But your cousins eyes fixed firmly on the man who strangely hadn't let go of your hand. "I don't understand…"
"My daughter is here by accident, we don't need any police investigation. We'd appreciate it if you didn't speak to her any more and if necessary - without an attorney present," your mothers voice was angry, angrier than you had ever heard it. She was fully aware now of the mess you had caused in your choosing. Your heart beat hard, audibly crashing around the room. Clearly something about your family scared you and though you couldn't tell them, both of the agents around you shared a look.
"How did your daughter accidentally have her throat cut, ma'am?" you felt the gasp within your lungs but it didn't come through your mouth, automatically your free hand moved to you bandaged covered throat. You start to remember, your family… your sisters… they were in danger and you… you did something… something that angered them? You remembered the coldness of it, but not the pain. You held on to the hope you had allowed yourself to feel which pushed everything else away. The feel of the man that mattered to you, the last bit of hope you had that he would find your dead body and work out how to save your family.
But the surprise also came from the voice who questioned your mother that seemed just as angry as her, Reid's voice. His calm yet nervous face had dropped into a stoic irateness. Your hand tightened around his. He shouldn't piss them off. They would only hurt him. But something irked him as he looked over, something about her body language pissed him off majorly.
"As I said, accident," She responded. "Besides we have the best surgeon on call and her doctor came all the way from Florida to treat her, as you can see she is on good hands, there is no need for…"
"Ma'am, your daughter came to an agent of the FBI for help, then is taken to hospital after a near fatal accident?" Agent Jareau narrowed her eyes at your mother, whether she knew she was doing it not, you saw her subconsciously stand between you. These people. This sweet kind people were trying to save you?
"What are you trying to imply agent?" You could almost hear the growl on your mothers voice.
"Enough," Your cousins voice was firm as he turned to your mother, again the sickness and bile rose in you as you looked to him. "Stop Jana," He said under his breath, even though you could hear it. "She's a lost cause."
Reid attention turned on you infuriating your mother further.
"If you are in danger, if you need to talk to us, just nod your head, and I promise I will help you."
"Reid," the other agent gave him a warning, as if he had overstepped his boundaries but it didn't seem to faze him. Your hand gripped your throat. He had made the connection. Between them and the wound. He may not have known how or why, but he knew they were behind it. The man you had chosen really was a genius. He really could save you.
You found your eyes on your mother, her deep gaze a mixture on anger and disappointment. She had forgotten what it was like to go through what you had. If she had gone through it, it explain why she did not look at you like a mother, in fact she demanded you never called her that. Perhaps she hated you for existing because of her choice. She had never fought back.
But you knew you had to. You had to save your sisters before it was their turn. You had to stop it before it was their turn to choose. You also had to save the man you had chosen. His life was in as much danger as yours now. FBI agent or not, if they wanted to harm him, they would find away. If you stayed with him, you could recognise the clues. You could tell him when they were coming to get him.
You wanted to, you knew if you nodded your head, you would be free, you could tell him and save everybody. Or your family would die before he could even leave the room. Either way, you would never see your them again. But you would never see family again.
Freedom? Or the lives you had had your throat cut for? Or the man you had chosen, saving him from the same fate you had survived.
You had to make another choice. Either one would change your life forever. all you had to do was nod.