Subject: CM Fiction Grade level: 6-8
The big moment was coming. He heard his prey's footsteps, imagined how he opened the door, dropped his key, his briefcase and at last, his gun.
He heard his prey to pour himself a drink; he probably had a very tough day, he thought, so hunger for a drink to seek comfort. But Agent, your day is not ended yet, he smiled. And then he stepped out from the darkness.
The mask on his face; gun in hand, aiming his prey's head.
His prey first felt his presence, then he stopped his drinking, he did not move during several seconds, and then slowly, he turned around.
Still that serious, motionless face, the dark eyes shinning, no fear, stared at him, not even a blink. His prey ignored the existence of the gun, the tall, well built body stood there straight, unmoved like a statue.
The reaction of his prey was not a surprise for him, but he was quite disappointed. He needed another action to reinforce the impression of his show out.
"You should take the deal!"
"Bang", He fired, just before his prey made his first and last try, to attempt to jump on him. That was predictable. He never thought his prey would willing be hunted without a fight.
The bullet hit Hotch on his left should, like a hot iron, sent him on the ground, he felt his left arm and even half body had been paralyzed. He still tried to get up, but failed.
He approached his prey, the mask of the evil has been removed, he gave his prey his own brand of smile, and a smile only the conqueror could show. " Nice try."
Hotch tried to adjust his breath from the unbearable pain, stared disdainfully at his attacker,
With a still calm voice, he said, "So that's what you can do, hiding in the dark, attacked people first to restrain their move? And you missed it, in such short distance, what a shame, don't tell me your hands are shaking?"
He took another deep breath, and continued, " you want to try again, and my hands never shake, even now? Don't you see that?"
Foyet placed one foot with force on Hotch's bleeding shoulder, the agony made Hotch to groan.
" Yes, I see, Agent Hotchner, of course, you are a hero. A hero's hands never shake, a hero never shows his fear, a hero never scream of pain, and a hero always believes he is invincible. But you should also know that even a super-hero has his Achilles' heel, can not win all the battles, it is just another turn."
He was still smiling, on enjoying the painful expression that his prey could barely hide on his face. He took out a knife, showed it to his prey as he held a trophy.
" If you studied well my behavior, you should know that my hands never shaken neither, and I never missed, through so many years. I just don't like that a great show, a show of duo, just you and me, ended up too quickly, you should know the most entertaining part is the whole process, not the end. And I would like to try again, but with this one," he shook the knife," I would like to have more fun with you and I will give you more opportunity to enjoy the process with me. And by doing like that, you will have more time to show me your heroic"
He stabbed the knife into the agent's abdomen," Now, Agent Hothner, are you enjoying?" and the first stab was followed quickly by the second one.
Hotch's body throbbed with the stabs. A moan escaped from Hotch's lip.
" Don't be shy, tell me how you feel, Agent Hotchner." He pulled very slowly the knife out of the flesh. " This is a super designed piece, you see, each saw tooth of the blade facilitates the job, and will maximize your sensation."
The third stab was slowly just to let his prey to feel the effect that the knife could cause.
He whispered beneath his prey's ear,
"Now, you want to listen my profile, Agent Hotchner. What made you today? Born in a wealthy family, the elder son of a famous, successful, workaholic layer and a mother came from a big, rich, south traditional family, the high expectation of the parents was a heavy burden to carry, isn't it? Agent Hotchner."
"At fact, you did try your best to be as successful as you father, to be better than your father, and finally you got bored. You choose to abandon the way of money, to abandon the life of privilege to serve."
"You thought that made you different with your father, better than him. Refused to defend the strong, powerful guilty ones, and protect the so-called innocent and weak ones, pursuit of the fairness, pursuit of the justice. Did you feel successful and accomplished now? It seems not likely. Your career is stagnant because you are not as good as a profiler as a politician, the office politic is not your thing."
"Your idealism doesn't fit. It seems impossible for you to climb the ladder. What a waste! How about your family? The woman you loved, and you still love, left you because of your workaholic, your obsession with your job. And at that point, you are just like your father, that's the genetic heritage. Maybe something you don't know, and I would like to share with you, the woman you love, your ex-wife is seeing someone else, she's moving on, will never come back to you. How about your son? I think he will forget his father which he barely see every week very soon."
He made another stab. "It's hurt, isn't it? Agent Hotchner. The reality even hurt more than the knife. Am I right? Now, stay focus, we are not done yet. You know, the stab is a skill, need more practice, obviously, stab in is much more easier than pull the knife out, pull it out need more force, and your sensation is different too. If you do it very slowly, the 'out' is much better than the 'in'. Do you feel that?"
His prey's dark eyes are losing focus.
Very slowly, he added another stab, and then more slowly, he pulled out.
"Try again, and you feel that. Agent Hotch, I think your major flaw is not to use to share; you should share more with the others, share you're feeling. "
He stabbed him again, " you used to wear your serious mask with that perfect dark suit everyday like your solid shell to create the distance, people can hardly read your inside through that shell outside. You will see, the shell looks like solid, but the strong shell could be more fragile, and one time you damage it, break it, it is impossible to repair it. Even you can repair it from outside, but it never be the same, especially the inside not like the outside, the damage inside can never be recovered, you will see."
When Foyet slowly pulled out the knife from Hotch's abdomen, Hotch felt that his energy and his flesh had been also pulled out with the knife from his body. Used his last energy, he spoke,
" You, you can kill me...that's easy... You... you are just a coward behind that ugly mask, hiding in the dark, attacked people...ah..." Hotch was interrupted by another stab.
" Yes, you are right, Agent Hotchner, I am a coward, that's why I asked for a deal, but finally I found much more fun with your non deal attitude. You offered me more entertainment than anyone else. "
He tapped the agent's cheek, "and now you must be stronger and last longer than the others, not pass out so quickly by the pain,"
" I don't understand why profilers always consider the sex as the root of all sins, How could you guys don't understand power and conquest are pursued generation by generation by the human being. I don't think you are an exceptional, Agent Hotchner, you do like them right?"
" Your ambition determined for the achievement till the top of power pyramid, that's why you are so obsessed by the chase."
" You know, you are a remarkable person, Agent Hotchner, you asked me if I remembered you when we met second time in Boston, at fact I did remember you, I was impressed by your presence since the first time we met. The first time I met you, I figured out immediately your ambition from your face. What do you want more to pursue besides so called Fairness and Justice? That's power you want. What do you want to be? A good hunter with eagle eyes? A super-hero of free world?" he made another stab.
"A super-hero should be able to endure more pain than an ordinary man, you are a hero, Agent Hotchner, so stay awake, let's see how endurable you are compared to an ordinary man. As you know, 27 stabs, that's my record." He stabbed once again which sent Hotch into the deep darkness.
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