A/N: I just… don't know how to explain this, really. (sweatdrops) This idea just came to me, out of the blue, and gained a life of its own inside my head. I couldn't stop this from being typed out. 'Don't know how much good this'll be, though… (smirks sheepishly)

WARNINGS: Gore, mentions of violence, MPREG with a quite wild twist, supernatural elements, POSSIBLE slash in the future (if this continues, that is)… (glances around) Uh… Where'd ya all go?

DISCLAIMER: Despite some very, VERY sweet dreams I still own nothing of 'CM'. I'm just a crazy person who can't stop herself from typing. (grins like a madwoman) Slices through the idea of the movie in title, but doesn't touch a lot.

Awkay… I'm always really nervous with new fics, so… (swallows thickly) I REALLY hope you'll enjoy the ride!

This first chapter is sort of brutal. Just thought I should warn you…


Species


The Contact


Dr. Spencer Reid's heart was pounding as he made his way through a long, dimly lit hallway. His steps sounded uncomfortably loud against the stone floor.

Yes, he knew he was relatively safe. The only reason he'd been told to examine this particular part of their suspected UnSub's house was that there was practically no chance the man would be here. But his stiff, slightly shivering body didn't seem to believe any of that. Nor did his buzzing, screaming head.

And it seemed he'd been right with his suspicions. For as soon as he'd taken three more steps there was a scream – a howl of unimaginable pain.

Spencer swallowed thickly, hoping dearly that the others had heard as well. He spent only a second debating what he should do until he made up his mind. The UnSub had already killed ten people. There was no way he'd let there be number eleven, not when there was a chance for him to stop it. And so he moved.

It took less than fifteen steps to reach the hallway's only room's doorway. Nearly holding his breath and one of his hands making its way to his gun Spencer began to open the door. He wanted desperately to close it once more as soon as the sight met him.

It seemed he didn't have to worry about catching the UnSub anymore. Wesley Strummer lay on the floor, completely covered in blood that'd spread everywhere and a knife in his hand. The man had cut a nauseatingly deep wound right across his throat. There were no marks of hesitation.

Spencer swallowed, trying to ignore the stench of death that was already creeping in. And despite the fact that he shouldn't have he felt a hint of sadness. He took some steps into the room although he wouldn't have wanted to.

There on the floor Wesley appeared a lot smaller and more fragile than in the pictures they'd seen. The man was certainly no athlete – his body was almost as thin as Spencer's, although not as tall. Wesley's shortcut brown hair was a blood stained mess. There was a still detectable albeit frail mixture of terror and relief in the man's half open, dead brown eyes.

Another life thrown to waste.

According to the profile Wesley was a very sick, troubled man. Whatever he'd been running away from he'd succeeded. Spencer wished he would've had the chance to ask 'why?'. Why would someone who had a good career and a loving girlfriend start killing all of a sudden? Why had Wesley butchered ten people? Why had he thrown away his life? Somewhere in those dead eyes the answer lingered, waiting to be detected.

And it seemed Spencer was about to get a taste.

He shuddered when there was a sudden hiss, followed by a slightly rotten stench that reminded him of something burning. Panic made Spencer's eyes fly wide. Had Wesley set a fire?

He moved, about to run out to warn his team, but the room's heavy door was slammed shut right before him. Spencer didn't even manage emit a sound before something threw him to the floor. He hit his head and saw stars for a moment, until he felt himself being hoisted up once more. Spencer whimpered quietly with pain and sheer panic when a invisible force hurled him against a wall and held him there. Something crushed against his throat, so hard that he could barely breathe. His heart began to beat frantically.

What the hell was going on? What was this? Who was attacking him? Was he having some sort of a sick nightmare again?

He didn't wake up, at least. The hold on his throat grew tighter, made him emit a choked sound.

Spencer really, truly wanted to scream, but couldn't even squeeze out a proper breath. His eyes stung while his heart hammered so hard it was a miracle the organ didn't give out completely. He tried, with all his might, to find a way out of this situation.

He never did find a way out. Instead whatever was attacking him chose a new approach. The choke hold loosened just a little bit while something started working on his pants.

Spencer's eyes grew impossibly wide and nausea swell inside his stomach as he understood what was about to happen.

Wake up, wake up, WAKE UP!, his mind screamed. He still didn't.

His pants fell down, his cell phone sliding from the pocket with a loud clatter. Before Spencer's head, which was steadily sliding towards a state of shock, could realize what was happening he was pushed roughly to the floor once more. He tried to get up but before he could even push himself on all fours a crushing weight landed on him, pinning him to the floor so that he lay on his stomach, his eyes on Wesley's corpse. A couple of tears slid down Spencer's cheeks while he emitted wheezing breaths, his throat finally free.

Wesley… Did he get attacked like this, too? Was this why…?

At that very moment the invisible attacker made another move. And Spencer couldn't think at all anymore.

Something incredibly cold penetrated him, so hard that he emitted a rather pitiable scream. Spencer felt like he'd been torn apart and some blood stained his fingers with how hard he clawed the floor, as though trying to dig his way out. He could've sworn something seeped into his body and spread. Nausea exploded inside him but he couldn't even throw up.

It hurt, so much that it was driving him insane. He'd never felt this humiliated in his life, despite the fact that he could barely understand what was going on.

He actually managed to whimper when whatever was attacking him shifted slightly, changing the angle. Against his will a certain part of him hardened and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut as the humiliation from before grew several degrees.

This just couldn't be really happening.

Just then his ears caught the steps and muffled voices coming from the floor above. The whole team and several officers from the local police were there, close by. Or perhaps he was just imagining things in a moment of despair. He swallowed again, fighting not to vomit. He did not want them to come down and see him like this.

The noises seemed to usher the attacker into changing plans. Spencer was hauled up, so hard that the pain that shot through his body made him cry out.

The noises upstairs disappeared. Had they heard?

Spencer's mouth opened but he couldn't utter a sound, wasn't sure if he even wanted to. His whole body was trembling with pain, terror and a storm of other emotions when his pants came back up. He was all too aware of the tears running down his cheeks.

This was just a sick dream. Had to be. This just wasn't possible…

That thought became cut violently when the attacker took a firm hold of him once more and thrust him at the wall, with such force that Spencer hit his head hard. Spencer heard the sickening thud of his head connecting with a stone wall, a sigh like sound as the attacker vanished, and the sounds of his teammates approaching the door.

Spencer slid to the floor, unable to support the suddenly crushing weight of his body. Black consumed him in whole.


TBC OR NOT?


A/N: Awkay… That was a pretty brutal start. (sweatdrops)

BUT, the question goes… Do you guys want to read more? Or should I just bury this right now and pretend this never, ever, ever existed? PLEASE leave a review and let me know! It'd seriously mean the world to me.

AND, IF you want this to continue… Should there be pairings? I'm open to both ways, so it's up to ya guys.

Thank you so much for reading! Who knows, maybe I'll be seeing ya around.

Take care!