Hey, so, I know that I've been MIA for a while, I'm really sorry!
Also I have started another story, (the things people have to go through) featuring a bad boy Reid :D so the updates on this one wont come too fast, and I think I'll be closing this one up soon.
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Anne was calmer than she had ever been. At first the pain had come thick and fast, consuming her until there was nothing else, but she had drifted away, what chine herself scream and writhe on the cold metal, frothing her blood which covered everything.
Her gaze followed He with horrible fascination, as he discarded the steel meat tenderiser, and picked up a thin, elegant blade, like you would expect to see in a museum, maybe lying on blue satin behind a wall of glass, with a label saying Do not touch.
Twirling the dagger in his hands, he began to speak for the first time since she had been roughly pushed into the room, and tied to the steel table.
"I suppose you aren't familiar with ancient Chinese torture?" He was only answered by whimpers
"I didn't think so, let me enlighten you. Long ago, when the government and rebel groups alike needed to extract information from their captives, they had them tied down, and gave them small incisions with a fine blade, -not unlike this one- they would start at the feet and work their way upwards. This carried on until they either hit something important, or their victim bleed to death. Wonderful, isn't it? I think it very artistic." His conservational tone unnerved her, dimly, she thought she should be absolutely terrified, but her fate was final, so why bother with such a puny emotion like fear?
And so he started, bending over her feet and making small incisions, revelling in the blood dripping from the knife and table. As he cleared her feet, he started getting more creative, creating swirls and pictures, as normally as one would carving into wood and stone. Suddenly she realised that she was screaming shrilly, begging to god, with tears streaming hot and fast down her face. All the far awayness was gone, and she was returned to her body, to the intense pain, and that thin blade slicing methodically through her flesh.
He had reached mid thigh now, and she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. As darkness crept into the edges of her vision, the door burst in, and a panting man ran in.
His clothes were rumpled, like he had been traveling for awhile, and stubble was scattered on his jawline, he would've had a handsome face, but for the bulbous and broken nose witch dominated his face. His hair was a coppery-brown, and cut short. He had tight muscles of a bodybuilder. He was a quite tall, imposing figure overall.
"What the hell are you doing?" He yelled, and Anne struggled to keep herself awake, to hear the rest of the conversation.
"She tried to escape, and here the penalty is long painful death. Don't stop me disciplining just because your such a softie, Damon."
"Let's be honest, shall we? You're losing it! If this trainee dies, that'll be the fourth in a row! You need to take a step back, and get your ass back to where it was twenty years ago! She's learnt her lesson, and now she'll be so terrified of you that she follow your every command, I can see the fight bleached from her eyes"
"She's almost done anyway, that's not the fight that's gone from her eyes, it's her life." He whined.
"Ok, this is what we're going to do, I'm going to stay with you until..." Finally, she lost her hold of consciousness, and everything faded into nothing.
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Reid contentedly sipped at his coffee, seated with the others as they all stared aimlessly at the various pieces of evidence. It may have looked like they were all doing nothing, but inside their heads their minds were going a hundred miles a minute.
As he had done many times in the past hour, Morgan sprung to his feet and examined the pictures closely. They all were waiting for him to sigh and sit down again, when he froze, concentrating on one single image, pushed to the bottom of the board.
Reid couldn't see what Morgan was looking at, so he tried to remember what picture he was looking at. Beside the shot of the mangled form of Josh Hallas, there had been a ballistics report and a picture of the bullet used to kill him. It had been a six millimetre, and had a few scratches on it, but that was all.
"You guys, look at this" Morgan said, beckoning them closer and moving aside.
"This bullet, has significant scratching and wear, while these" he paused, indicating the other ballistics report on the other bullets found. "Don't have nearly as much."
"So different guns?" Prentiss asked.
"Yes, but that's not the main point, because this much scratching indicates and older gun, which has more friction, and so causes a 'ballistic fingerprint', do you see?"
"Buying a wide array of new and old guns, as well as many different models in different locations, probably using cash, would make it nearly impossible for the police to track him down" Reid noted.
"How are the gun license restrictions here?" JJ asked.
"Quite loose, we won't pin him down through there."
"We still can't be sure if he bought the gun here, but I'll go with Morgan, Emily, you're with Reid, and JJ and Rossi. Go around to the local secondhand gun shops and see if we get a person that matches the profile and bought a gun that would fire a six millimetre." Hotch told them grabbing his coat and leading the way to the Car park.
Finally they had gotten a lead, but where would it take them?
Okay, so I did look up gun licenses in Louisiana, but I only understood about half of it, so sorry if you live there and I got it wrong :(
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