Criminal Minds: Danika

Yellow Eyes

6 months later:

Danika's POV:
I open my eyes and see nothing but black. There's a heavy weight on me and I try to move but it seems to be all around me too. I open my mouth and feel something fall into it. I try to spit the gross taste out, but start choking. In a panic I finally get my hand to move through the strange substance but I still can't find anything to actually grasp.

I struggle to breath and keep moving, it feels like I'm drowning but it's not water filling my mouth. It's dirt.

I start moving a little more and feel a loose spot of dirt and use it to gain more room. After a few minutes I finally feel wind on my hand and I frantically dig myself out. I surface and cough up a bunch of dirt. Once my lungs are clear and I wipe the grime off my face and body I look and see that I'm in the middle of a field.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." I groan.

"Seriously, this is what you think is the thing that'll break me?!" I shout to the empty space.

I make it to my feet and stumble towards nothing in particular. I walk about a mile and look back, expecting to see something chasing or stalking me but there's nothing there.

"What kind of fucking torture session is this?" I scoff to myself and keep moving.

A few miles down the road I find a gas station and go in and steal a water. I gulp it all down within seconds and let out a satisfied sigh.

"You need to pay for that!" A man says and he walks over towards me.

"Or what? You gonna hang me and skin me alive?" I chuckle and grab another water bottle.

"I'm calling the police!" He says and I furrow my brows and look at him.

"You tried that before, remember? Didn't do a damn thing." I scoff to the demon.

"What? What are you talking about? I've never seen you in my life." He states confused.

"Come on and drop the act and get on with your torture. You're just wasting both of our time." I say and roll my eyes.

"Look, I don't know who you are but you need to leave. Now." He says and now I'm really confused.

"No, you don't kick me out. I stab you with whatever is handy. Here, a wooden dowl. You drag me into the back room and-." I start saying and he has a horrified look on his face as I stab him in the chest.

Blood starts pooling from his mouth and he drops to the ground. I quirk a brow and watch him bleed out in the floor.

"Well, that was different." I mutter and step over him, continuing to drink water and eat food.

Once I'm full and hydrated I wait a few minutes for him to reanimate. I kick his foot but he just lays there lifeless.

"Really? You're gonna make me wait? Is that the torture method this time?" I scoff.

"I can do this all day." I say and hear the door open.

I look over and see a horrified kid standing there with a stick of gum in his hand.