Sorry this took a few days! I hit a wall for a bit, so I just left my computer for a while and hope something would come to me. And it has! so here is the thirteenth chapter for all of my lovely readers. Thank you to everyone who has been with me since I posted my first chapter; and thank you to everyone who had followed/ favorited and especially all of my reviewers! Your feedback is awesome motivation for me to write more! Well, enough small talk, you've waited long enough.
(I do not own anything to do with criminal minds despite the fact that I really want to)
Ready? I hope so.
"NO!" Makaia, Liam, Adam and Reid screeched in unison as Addison slumped forwards, eyes wide and empty.
"Addison!" Makaia sobbed.
"You son of a bitch!" Liam yelled, pulling harder than ever against his restraints.
"Mom, no…" Adam was in shock as he mumbled and whimpered.
"NO!" Reid shouted again as the unsub put another bullet in a random chamber and spun the cylinder. "Kill me instead!" he couldn't watch another innocent person die in front of him. He couldn't imagine what it must be like for the remaining family members.
"You would love that, wouldn't you Spencer?" the unsub looked so pleased with himself, it made Reid feel sick. "I know how you hate feeling useless. You'd give anything to make that feeling go away. Even your life."
"I would give my life in place of another's any day!" Reid was being completely honest. He would much rather die than see an innocent person lose their life.
"But you know I'm going to kill them anyway." He sneered, making Reid's empty stomach wrap into an even tighter knot. "You said it yourself. I'm a sadist on a mission. You just don't want to see this happen."
Reid had no comeback. The sadist in front of him was correct on every level. He couldn't bear to see these people die just to fulfil the deranged needs of this man.
"Please!" Makaia begged she was straining against her chain, trying to reach her family but not succeeding. "PLEASE!"
"I'm sure you know Einstein's definition of insanity, Makaia?" The unsub turned his attention to her. "Why don't you remind me of it?"
Makaia glared at him with tears running down her bloody cheeks. "Doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results." She mumbled, some slack returned to the chain as the unsub played the insanity card. "Just leave them alone!"
"There you go again, expecting something different to happen." The unsub sounded as if he was chastising a small child. "Maybe you've already lost your mind, Makaia. Perhaps all of my work is unnecessary."
Makaia looked-if it was even possible-more scared than she had a moment ago.
"Don't listen to him, Mack!" Adam exclaimed. "He's just trying to make you angry! You are completely in your right mind!"
"You know I'm not though…" Makaia's voice was so low that Reid almost didn't hear her. He was about to question the younger genius when he heard the revolver's safety setting being turned off.
"Well this is all very sweet, but I have a job to do, so," the unsub pulled the trigger.
Reid and Makaia were once again sprayed with watery blood and chunks of brain. This time, it was Liam's.
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"Anderson Smith is part-time." Morgan said as everyone was once again siting in the conference room. Morgan's cell phone was connected to Garcia's office in Quantico and sitting in the center of the table. "Nobody knows much about him. He's only had one job so far. We got a cell number though." Morgan gave the number to Garcia.
"That number belongs to a prepaid cell phone that has only made calls to and received calls from Stokoe's plumbing." Garcia reported after typing for a few moments. "I checked into it like you asked, Hotch, and Blaine doesn't have any family in California. He doesn't own anything under that name. Guys, I'm dead-ending here. How can we find them? Tell me a-and I will do it! Just… tell me."
"We're trying, Garcia." Blake attempted to reassure the frazzled analyst. "We're trying."
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Reid winced at the feeling of fresh blood that didn't belong to him. The chunks of flesh raining down on him, mixed with the guilt and hatred chasing each other around make him wan to vomit. Not that anything would come up, but dry heaving seemed viable as the unsub's smile deepened to a sneer.
"Dad…" Adam groaned as his father slumped backwards. Liam's dead eyes almost looked relieved, as if he was glad it was all over.
Reid turned to Makaia, ready to comfort her in any way possible, but what he saw from the girl next to him did not even come close to what he expected.
What he had expected to see was Makaia sobbing, yelling, begging for the unsub to spare Adam. What he saw, however, was the tears cutting off as if somebody had turned the knob on a faucet. For two seconds, Makaia's face was expressionless. Then, as quickly as the tears had ceased to flow, Makaia lashed out.
Makaia lunged forwards so fast that if Reid hadn't been able to calculate the amount of weight the chain could hold, he would certainly have expected it to snap.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Makaia screeched, practically clawing at that cement floor, trying to get to the unsub. "YOU KILLED HER PARENTS!"
'HER parents?' Reid was hopelessly confused for a moment, before Adam spoke.
"Carrie!" he said loudly to be heard over the screaming. "Carrie!" she looked up at him, her fury melting if only slightly. "Carrie, let me talk to Makaia, okay?" he spoke gently, as if to a child.
"NO!" her voice was fierce and something else… protective? Yes. Reid knew that tone. It was the one Amanda used when she was about to slit Adam's stepfather's throat.
"I was stronger than he was. I could handle it!" Reid heard the voice as clearly as of Amanda was right in front of him, holding the bag around the suffocating man's face and the knife to his throat.
Adam spoke to Carrie again. "Please, Carrie. We can talk later, okay? I just need to tell Mack something. Find her for me?"
"NO!" she repeated, apparently very determined to stay in her rage filled state.
"Makaia?" Reid asked, hesitantly, trying to get Makaia back.
"I am NOT Makaia!" she shot back, whirling around to face him. "You're with the FBI. WHY AREN"T YOU STOPPING HIM?" she lunged forwards so quickly that Reid didn't have a chance to defend himself as her arm shot forwards and she raked her fingernails down his face.
"CARRIE!" Adam Shouted, horrified. Reid grabbed Makaia/Carrie's wrists and held them as firmly as possible with the IV and duct tape still attached to his hand. She struggled against him, trying to get free.
"Makaia." Reid said firmly, staring into the familiar grey-blue eyes. He knew she was in there, he just needed to get her to grasp her own thoughts and take them back. "MAKAIA." He repeated. Gradually, her struggles lessened. Slowly, the malice receded from Makaia's eyes and the tears started again.
"Well THAT certainly was exciting!" the unsub chuckled. "Tell me, Makaia, why is she called Carrie?"
Makaia looked horrified, staring at the lightly bleeding scratch marks that ran across Reid's face. "Did I do that?" she whispered.
"No." Reid reassured, loosening his grip on her wrists. "It wasn't you. It was Carrie."
"Makaia." The unsub called in a sing-song tone, as if everything was all a big game. "I asked you a question.
Her tears flowed more heavily as she forced herself to face him. "Ever read Stephen King?" she asked, voice hardly a whisper.
"OH! Pig blood at the prom Carrie? How fitting! Who came up with that?"
"I did." Adam spoke up, clearly not wanting Makaia to become more upset. "It's my favorite book."
"Well what a thoughtful name." the unsub ruffled Adam's hair, causing everyone to tense. "So accurate."
"Stop it." Makaia tried, one last ditch attempt as earning Adam's freedom. "Please, let him go."
"Oh, well I just can't do that." The unsub smiled with false sympathy as he loaded a round in a random chamber and once again spun and replaced the cylinder at random.
Makaia clung to Reid as the unsub pressed the revolver into the back of Adam's head. The elder genius could feel small, round bruises forming where her fingers pressed into his flesh with iron strength. Adam sat tall, not cowering, not crying, not even blinking.
The first pull of the trigger resulted in a click that made Makaia flinch. Her breath hitched, tears flowing thick and fast down her cheeks. Reid felt is won shoulders tensing as the unsub pulled the trigger again.
Click.
Click.
BANG.
Am I evil? I might be. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed! I'm trying to start thinking of ways for the team to find Reid, but I'm really at a dead end with that. Suggestions would not be unwelcome! I would love it if some of you could post a review with what you think and how the team should find Reid and Makaia. I want them to be found within the next few chapter because I have ideas beyond their rescue but I need them to be rescued in order to use them. The rescue part is where I'm drawing blanks. Help? Even if you don't have ideas, I always love the feedback! Well, I should probably start on the next chapter. Aloha!