Reid's POV:
Lila is seated on your lap, and has now realised that your legs are immobile. Finding this hilarious, she's proceeded to draw crosses in your already wounded legs with her knife – symbolizing how utterly useless your legs are to you now. However, instead of blood seeping out of the cuts, white pus leaked out – splattering Lila and causing even her to cringe away from you. Disgusted by this, you desperately tried to look away, however much disgusted by it she was though, she still managed to make something fun of it for herself. That is why you are now lying in the middle of the concrete floor – covered in dust and completely naked. Lila believes that you will catch some sort of infection much faster if you are left in the cold, in dirt and uncovered. Right now, you're frozen; you can't feel any of your extremities, no matter how much you move them. Wiggling your toes and fingers, you delight in watching the movement, glad that you haven't lost mobility as yet. Soon, though. Soon you will lose mobility, and will be able to die much faster. Right now, you're hoping that you die quickly or are saved quickly by your team. The latter seems unlikely to you now – as your addled brain refuses to accept it as a probability. Instead, you're hoping that your end is near and that you can go in peace. You hope that she will not kill you, but that you will die without her realizing. But that is very, very unlikely.
The trapdoor overhead bangs open, you know from experience that Lila descends from the trapdoor in the ceiling, onto the stairs and then comes to torture you. Recently, the lack of heat has kept her away for much longer than normal, as she presumes that you are being weakened by the freezing temperatures – and she would be right in that assumption. Descending slowly, and stamping her feet against the cold, she glides towards you – rubbing it in that she has full winter garb on and you have only a pair of worn underpants. In her hand she holds a small flask like item – perhaps she is here to tease you with a warm drink. That wouldn't be too bad, you think, you can take the mental games- it's the physical ones that cause you the most distress. However, you didn't expect the flask to contain boiling water. She throws it at you almost as soon as she reaches your shivering body. You scream in pain, the water hits like a scalding knife against your skin. You can't take it, it burns you from the outside in! Then slowly, your skin becomes accustomed to it and the water begins to freeze on your flesh – causing even more shivers than before. You can feel the water becoming colder, and it draws your body heat with it. At last, tired of watching you squirm, the Lila alter of the Archer throws you one of her many winter jackets and leaves it lying on the floor in wait. You struggle towards it, pick it up and fling it over your lump of a body. The warmth it brings you is not nearly enough, but it feels glorious to your mangled limbs. You sigh in relief and black out.
The Archer's POV:
Look at him, so pathetic. He's shivering like it's Antarctica in the basement, in fact the only thing you've done is activate the freezer option installed in the basement. Originally the warehouse had homed freezer goods from a manufacturer in rural Virginia, then supplied them to the shops that wanted the products. The basement was the freezer, and although it was converted into a basement when the products changed the freezer options remained, as it would have cost the company far too much to remove them. Lucky for you, as this toy has you overjoyed with a new method of torture – apparently Dr. Reid doesn't like the cold. You smile inwardly, and look at him through your window again. He's shivering pathetically, and although he doesn't realise it; his body is rocking back and forth across the small space he's occupying. His wounds are still not too badly infected – and you're certainly not going to let him die of a measly infection; where's the fun in that? A gunshot wound would be too fast, a slit throat would be too disgusting for you; freezing to death is far too slow- so you've resolved to do a mixture of freezing and cutting. Magnificent.
Descending the stairs, you stomp your feet a bit to ward off the cold- but also to frighten him. Enjoying his every flinch, you glide towards him soundlessly, now appearing before him like a fur-clad ghost. In your hands is a bulb of warmth, which you plan to inflict upon Spencer. Carefully unscrewing the top of the bottle, and raising it to your lips as if you're about to blow on it, you shove it in one and listen in glee as it hits his bare skin. He is writhing in pain, and this pleases you greatly.
Lila's POV:
Poor Spencer, the Archer is being wretched to him. You can't bear to see him writhing and contorting in pain anymore- so you unzip one of your many jackets and throw it over to him as lightly as you can. Unfortunately, you know that your act of kindness is only going to prolong his suffering, but you can't stand to see him like he is now. It's just too much for you. Right now the Archer's probably dreaming of ways to hurt you from the inside, but you can't bear the sight of Reid, no matter if he didn't call you back. It was just a stupid mistake anyway, but you can't change what you've done with Maggie now. A shame, because if you had control, you would change everything, and leave Reid be. Of course, nobody ever said it was too late to change anything –
The Archer's POV:
Maggie's been strangely silent recently, perhaps she finally agrees with you. Then again, Lila has been more vocal, yet not strong enough to overthrow each of you. Your musings are interrupted with an incessant beeping that could wake the dead, turning on your heel you whip out your stolen phone (courtesy of Maggie) and answer on your way up. It's too damn cold for you to be hanging around down here, after all.
Reid's POV:
At last, she's disappeared again, it seems something has displeased her, and you can't help but feel relieved. You've never felt so good after passing out, and now it feels as though all of your limbs have had time to recuperate – even slightly. Stunned by the silence, you mull over what could be annoying her so much; and then it hits you. The only thing that could annoy the cool, calm and collected Archer would be – your team. Damn they must be close, you tell yourself to hold on a little longer, for their sakes.
A/N: I'm leaving it until the final chapter for you to decide if the killer is Lila in Maggie's body or vice versa. Thanks for reading the 12th chapter, I hope you enjoyed it and please R&R :D . I would also like to thank "CaptainAlias" and "Guitargirl45" for commenting continuously throughout this story :D. Thanks for all the favourites, PMs and such – I really appreciate it all :) I am also extremely interested to hear any guesses you have regarding the true host for all of the alters, feel free to PM me or leave it in the reviews :)