Chapter 2: 25 to Life

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"From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate"-Socrates _

It was then that she knew, it felt like the truth had been used to slap her across her face…

"Matt…Matthew is it really you? I thought...they said- I was there when they showed me the corpse-it-it had an I.D for Pete's sake!"

Prentiss said in a whisper. She was slowly climbing back up to a standing position but her feet felt like lead covered with Jell-O.

"Fin-What? HA! Did you say my name is Matthew just now Hun?" The man had on a black outfit so Prentiss still couldn't make out who

the man was but his voice was familiar yet so new. Prentiss knew who it was that had abducted and done Lord knows what else to her.

She was just putting into play a very commonly used technique that the BAU used on UnSubs to try and get them angry in order to

make them mess up. Prentiss knew perfectly well that it was the same man that had promised her they'd be together "Forever". She

knew that it was that very man's baby she had carried in her womb as a teenager during her mother's posting in Rome. She had to be

strong, she had to keep playing the game even though it was creating an internal war in her and was ripping her to pieces. She felt as

if she was in 1888 instead of 2012, and instead of being Emily Prentiss she was Catherine Eddowes , and instead of the man she knew

and had loved-maybe still loved-standing in front of her it was Jack the Ripper come to rip her being to pieces. She suddenly felt

claustrophobic and was shocked in to silence not by her thoughts no, not by her thoughts but by something physical. The man who she

had grown closer to than anyone else including Matthew had grown angry and had struck her across her cheek and had left a single red

hand print. He retreated back from her quickly and was almost at the wooden door when Prentiss started to curse profusely at his back.

She of course being the profiler that she was had expected and even maybe anticipated that he would go through the wooden door and

forget about her completely. That she had expected but one thing that she had not anticipated was that he'd turn back to her and

throw his weight on her. She started to kick, scratch, and bite him but it did little but infuriate him and cause him to press her down

harder. She was screaming so loud she thought her eardrums would burst but he seemed not to notice or to care. Her screams seemed

to light a spark of pleasure in his charcoal eyes and sent a shiver of excitement down his body making it visible to Prentiss what he was

going to do to her. She didn't have a choice now so she told herself to suck it up and take it like Prentiss' should. At least she hoped

she could make it through this. She was brought back to reality when she felt a sudden draft close around her and she realized that she

was naked save for her undergarments. The man was undressed too and in the same state as she was in his underwear. Immense fear

took up all of her internal space leaving no room for anything else, but to her surprise was quickly replaced by uncontrollable anger.

Prentiss was mad; no she was beyond mad, she felt like a wolf fighting for survival and sustenance as in a Jack London book. Cold,

unforgiving, determined, and ruthlessness was what she was feeling and not a single thing else.

"I-I know who you are and I also know you're not Matthew." Prentiss hiccupped as he forced her to the army cot in the corner of the

room. Her feet began to bleed as they were repeatedly cut from the rough jagged floor of the room. The floor seemed to be littered

with nails and broken glass. The broken glass seemed to scream suspicion as it cut her feet since she couldn't see a window or

anything that was made of glass or would require it. So she simply left the train of thought about the glass to his drinking binges. Now

that she was thinking about it she remembered that he did have an alcohol addiction. As she was in deep reverie she also remembered

what he had done to her that night many years ago when he had been the one to take her back to his dorm. Oh how could she have

been so blind as to not recall what he had made her succumb to? It was not that she was physically blind but that she had been blinded

by what in her teenage years she thought was love. She was innocent, so pure; she hadn't a thought of what he meant when he told

her he'd show her what love was! She had it figured out though when she awoke with a searing pain in her left temple thinking it was a

hangover only to realize that she was in her undergarments and the boy she thought was her white knight was atop her then came the

screams she made when-

"Oh good for a second I thought that you thought- I mean- why would I- how could anyone even think that I'm Matthew?" the guy

said before letting go a string of curses directed at his former buddy and companion Matthew. He grabbed both of Prentiss' hands and

tied them roughly together with rope and half carried half dragged her onto the frayed cot. Prentiss could see the remains of blood

spatters each a different shade that signified how long they had been there and she could smell the strong odor of Clorox and Bleach,

mostly because it made her stomach twist violently and her lungs fill with nothing but their smell. The man then got on top of her and

she was momentarily free of the dim light cast from the bulb overhead. She could feel her pulse quicken and her heart beat forcefully

against her chest, the man was taking- no- he was ripping her remaining clothes off her so she was lying bare. The man got of her and

stood back marveling at her for a few moments then he chuckled.

"See, now I'm positive Matt would have never been capable of doing this to his brother's girlfriend now would he? Or should I say to his

girlfriend? Which do you prefer Emily? Do tell for I don't think you would be capable of ever betraying someone you love and who loved

you, someone who was willing to give everything up just for you and a baby! Tell me something Princess did you even really love me?

Or was it that I was part of your plan to get Matthew to sleep with you?" He was back on top of her and he was bare too. He forced

her to bed him and as he had his way with her the pain was so unbearable that she slipped away for what seemed like seconds. She

wanted the pain, the torture, everything to stop and she knew just how to do it.

"I…know…- She had to stop as she coughed up blood and tried to get the fist in her throat to unclench itself.

"I know who you are…I didn't want- I told myself no- but I need to let this piece of me that thinks yes and the piece of me that says no

stop fighting. I would say I'm sorry but I know it would just be useless but I DO know you're my John and I never wanted to hurt

you…."

"Enough I don't want to hear you talk about me again Prentiss you lost that right along time ago!" He was facing away with his back to

her and his hands were grasping around the top of a shelf. Prentiss knew she would have been better off to keep her mouth shut but

her whole body seemed to rebel.

"John…JC listen to me, I'm trying to help you. You're currently No. 1 on the FBI's Most Wanted List for the abduction, rape, and murder

of 26 teenage girls for crying out loud! Not to mention the fact that you've also abducted and did only you know what to a federal agent

who also happens to have a solid unbreakable link to you! Or does that not affect you at all? Huh? Answer me vobis enim nihil culus!"

"I did this for us mea pulchra! This was the only way we'd be together aeternum! Do you think that I don't know that you are expecting

one of you're teammates' infantem? non facies opus nosse omnia mirabitur vitae tuae non? His name is what Sparta- no Sponsor or is

it Spenc-" John was cut off when Prentiss charged him a broken piece of fiberglass in her hand and she hissed out three words she'd

never thought she'd say to him.

These were the unspeakable three words: "I odio!" She felt like a wolf again but this time she didn't shy away from it rather she

embraced it the unforgiving and ruthless part she made her own.

"I spem putrescet in inferno Johnny!" Prentiss said as she spit in his face. John tried to stand up but the wound was too deep so any

slight movements would cause blood to ooze out of him. Prentiss was already searching for her clothes around the room so she didn't

pay any heed to John. He finally got to his feet although unsteadily and moved along the wall towards the highest shelf. His hands

found what they were looking for. His fingers curled around the item just as Prentiss turned around and she grabbed her gun and fired.

Her whole body froze; the bullet had hit him in his left temple. He was instantly dead. She had just murdered her other half; her first

love. She glanced at what lay next to his hand that she had thought had been a gun. She walked next to him and picked it up; the item

that had caused her to pull the trigger in a panic for she thought it was a gun. The thing in his hand had been a cell phone. She turned

it over and on the screen see saw a number typed in. She felt the twist in her stomach again and a pang of nausea came with it. He

had been trying to call 911 so she pressed the call button and told the police were to come and get her. After she hung up she say a

new text message addressed to her. She pressed view and what she saw surprised her and made her feel like a real ass. There were

only five words on the screen but she felt as if there were thousands. The text read: "I'm sorry Emily, for everything." It had been

saved as a draft but she knew who had written it. She realized something then. This whole situation had been planned by him. He

kidnapped those girls to get her teams attention, he kidnapped her just so she could kill him so she could see how sorry he really was.

John Colley wasn't a sadistic serial killer, he was just a man who lost a child to an abortion he didn't consent to. He was just a man with

a heart broken by possibly the only girl he ever truly loved. And that is why she loved him… FIN

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
Socrates

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