HEY. Hope you enjoy this chapter we're going to be meeting all the victims soon but this chapter only consits of Riley. Updates should be coming a bit faster now with the school year ending. But in the next week there may be a shortage due to me saying goodbye to friends and stuff. Sad times. Anyway, enjoy this chapter. remember to review. Love you all. xxx
Riley shook his head violently; his head ache had increased since the night before. Running his hand across his face in a futile attempt to awaken himself calmly, Riley contemplated how long he had been in his own little room. 5 days? 6? It didn't matter. It wasn't so bad in his own little room. After the intial shock of kidnap had flushed over him, and after he had got over the fact he was beaten first, it wasn't so bad in his little room. It was only a small cell like room, and there was a security camera in the corner staring down at him, but there was bathroom free from cameras and alot of time to think. Back at the home, people would shout and holler and Riley would never get the chance to think. But now, he could ponder everything in his life, failed sports careers and future possabilities. But the thinking came with a bitter sadness, the truth that he would never furfill those dreams of the future. Riley had never really had a easy life. People looking upon him may say his innocence may have been tainted by society and temptation. Riley would probably agree.
"Riley Utting," the all too familiar voice rang through the cell. "How are you this morning?"
"It's a little hot in here but, other then that, it's all good." Riley nodded at the camera.
"That's good; you'll be talking to a very special friend of mine soon." the voice was light and friendly.
"Really?" Riley raised his eyebrows. "Who?"
"His name is Derek Morgan and he should be on the line in about 10 minutes."
-BACK AT NEW SCOTLAND YARD-
"I'm recieving a call now sir." Kevin yelled at Adam over his computer.
"Ok, Americans stand infront of the screen. Ok, and all Scottish, Irish and English people stand back and hope for the best." Silver yelled over the hussle and bussle of the station. Suddenly, the familiar mask and raspy breath filled the screen.
"Hello Agents." the monster sneered into the camera. "How are you this fine day?"
"You don't have the right to ask that question." JJ scowled.
"Jennifer, I would apperciate it, if you treated me with a little respect." this recieved a few sarcastic sniggers and scoffs.
" Buddy, you'll get nothing, but resent from us." Derek shook his head.
"Ahhh. Derek just the big headed American I wanted to see." the white smile waved lightly. Even a small innocent gesture became sinister when the smile was doing it.
"Hey, watch it!" Garcia plucked up her courage from the back of the group.
"Penelope, please, don't embarass yourself." the unsub raised his hand, as if pointing through the screen.
"Don't talk to her that way!" Hotch snapped loudly.
"Remain quiet, Agent Hotchner," the white smile bitterly spat. "I wasn't talking to you. Now, to todays main event." the mask edged closer to the screen. "i'm going to let you talk to the kids. But now this, I have rules."
"What are they?" Rossi was growing ever impatient.
"Firstly, you may only speak to the child I have paired you with. If anyone else speaks to them or tries to communicate in any way, you will not hear or see them ever again." the mask pointed right into the lense. "Understood?"
"Of course." Reid nodded.
"No passing on of messages. The last thing they need is tales of sad loved ones clouding their concerntration. Secondly, you speak of anything I deem inappropriate then once again you never see these children again."
"What do you deem inappropriate?" JJ asked.
"Talking of escape plans or the outside world. They're going to need all their will power and brain power for my little tasks."
"Tasks? What the hell are you on about?" Morgan stepped forward.
"Oh Agent Morgan, just the man I wanted to see. We will be speaking to Riley first, so I advise that the rest of the team go off for a tea break." The team scowled but went off camera, but they were staying right where they could see everything.
"ok, I'm ready." Derek nodded. As, the face of the mask faded into darkness, the image of a small room was brought to the screen. At the far wall, was a bed with a young an perched upon it. "Hello?" Derek's voice rang through the screen and thundered though Riley's cell.
"Derek? Derek Morgan?" was the only weak reply.