A/N: And so we enter chapter 7 of Camera Obscura. Oh, the tension..!

The two Nissan Terrano SUV's pulled up at an insane speed to the small park in the south part of Brewton. If a serial killer hadn't been on the loose the park would have been full of kids and parents, playing in the last luke warm beams of the setting sun. It had been a wonderful day, and still the small town had been near to a ghost town. Understandably, the residents of the mideastern city were not really up for walking the streets anymore.

Hotch jumped out of the driver's seat, followed by Morgan and JJ. The rest of the team hurried as well over to the roped off area, swarming with policemen. Lifting the blue and white ribbon they raced over to the sheriff who was talking to a few of his fellow officers.

"Sheriff Walters!" Hotch called out to catch the man's attention, and succeeded. The sheriff turned around, concern in his eyes.

"Agent Hotchner." He walked over to the very anxious group of federal agents. "Maybe we should talk alone."

"Like hell you will!" Morgan's temper flared as he took a few intimidating steps towards sheriff Walters. "Show us what you found."

The sheriff took a deep breath, and motioned the group to follow him. About 150 ft further on, Hotch could see a gathering of people, one of them took pictures with a very expensive looking camera. The lens was continuously pointed at the ground.

As they reached the officers, they began to slowly disperse before the oncoming FBI-agents. A few of them glanced at them, concern in their eyes. This made JJ feel very uncomfortable. Please, don't let it be... She didn't even want to imagine what they would find in the grass before them.

Sheriff Walters slowed his pace to a halt. "This is it. Agent Hotchner, I would recommend that..." But Hotch had already pushed past the stubborn sheriff and his eyes landed on the ground before him. His breath caught in his throat.

JJ could feel her eyes tearing up. Desperately she fought to keep the salty drops from begin falling down her cheek. "Oh, my god..."

Morgan's clenched his teeth so hard they hurt. His stomach turned and it was all he could do to keep from screaming. After the few seconds it took him to calm himself down, he turned to Hotch. "I hope you know this is your fault."

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Lindsey and Penny were on their hands and knees, struggling to get the bloodstains out of the oak flooring. Halves of lemons lay all around them. Two bottles of bleach had been emptied onto the floor in an attempt to remove the crimson puddles that once covered the floor.

Lindsey cried. Trickles of tears ran down her cheeks, hitting the floor without a sound. "You said..."

"I know what I said."

Penny was sick of Lindsey's bawling. If she didn't need the extra hands in cleaning up, there was no way she had still been breathing right now. Beginning to gather up the slices of lemons scattered around them, Penny began to think about Lindsey in a different way. She had become a liability. She couldn't handle the pressure. There was a good chance she was going to crack if she ever went in for a questioning. Biting her lower lip, Penny looked at her sobbing friend who was frantically rubbing the floor with wire wool. As soon as they finished cleaning up the mess she carelessly left, Lindsey would be stricken from the group. Harshly.

Penny wondered silently why she had agreed to bring Lindsey into the clique. The object of the pact was to get rid of people that made her world a worse place, not bring them into her home. All the students that they had rid the world from had been irritating her in one way or another, and she was sick of it. Jared had been perfect. He was sort of thin, but still strong as an ox. He could hold the victims down while Penny did as she pleased.

She loved hearing the begging. When the chosen victims finally realized that they were not leaving the current location alive, the begging always kicked in. They begged, they cried, they threatened and they begged a bit more, but to no avail. She was merciless, as had the victims been to her. Never paying her attention, not wanting to hang with her, laughing at her clothes... The list was long. But all of them paid. They all paid. They had to pay for what they did to me...

She got a kick from the kills. She always sat by her victims' heads as they died before her. She looked into their eyes, making sure she was the last thing they saw. Penny wanted to see, and feel, life running out of her victims. It was a magical feeling, almost spiritual. Silently, she mused over how a psychologist would react to her thoughts. Her lips curved into a smile as she realized how insane she was. And she loved every minute of it.

Rising, Penny threw the lemons in a garbage bag. "It's clean enough." She motioned Lindsey to get up. "We have to get rid of this. We'll take Jared's car. Come on."

Lindsey rose, legs shaking somewhat. "Where are we going?"

Annoyed, Penny put her hands on her hips and took a questioning stance. "Well, we can't very well throw it in the garbage now, can we?" She didn't wait for a reply but took sight on the kitchen to get the rest of the discarded lemons.

Without Lindsey seeing it, she silently let the kitchen knife slide into one of the garbage bags. Mere thought of having to deal with Lindsey's whining for more than ten more minutes made her nauseous. Returning to the living room, she met Lindsey's anxious eyes. "Let's go."

The two girls left the house, one of them not knowing that only the other one would return.

A/N again: I think we can definetely say that Penny is a psycho. Enough said. R&R please!