Melanie Marshall and Aaron Hotchner. Two broken souls that have found each other.
Everyone at the BAU knows Aaron Hotchner, but do they really know him?
Melanie Marshall is like a shadow, unpredictable and unstoppable.
More than a year ago Melanie...
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"The darker the night, the brighter the stars." – Fyodor Dostoevsky
Darkness. People were afraid of it, but not Melanie. She found comfort in it. Melanie Marshall was like a shadow that rested in the darkness. She wasn't afraid of darkness because she was a shadow herself, she gave the best of her at night. A vigilant of the night. She was surrounded by darkness. They had moved her in cell without windows. Anyone would be scared, but Melanie wasn't. She was born into the darkness. She grew up into it, and she will die into darkness. She sat in a corner, wearing a dirty and torn nightgown. Her body was covered by bruises and blood. After their change of location, Melanie was summoned to receive her punishment. She knew that they would punish her for helping Abigail escape, but she didn't care. Her only hope was that Abigail was safe and that she managed to contact the Bureau. Melanie knew that the team would start investigating on Abigail's case, that's why she gave the brunette her bracelet. Mel closed her eyes and she sighed, she really hoped that they will find her in time.
"Wake up, sweethearts." One of the guards said. Melanie opened her eyes and looked at them. The first one wore a pair of black jeans and a sweatshirt of the same color as the pants. Basic, she thought. He should take some stile lesson, maybe it could help him improve his already basic wardrobe. She didn't know his name, she called him asshole nr.1. Mel looked behind him, ready to see asshole nr.2, but instead she saw Nikolay May, the boss' hitman.
"Oh, what happened to asshole nr.2?" She asked ironically, tiling her head.
"I wouldn't joke if I were you," the man said sternly as he opened the cell. Melanie observed him attentively, as he entered the look-up.
The guard roughly grabbed her arm, yanking her forward.
"Move."
"What?" The guard asked surprise. Melanie couldn't deny that she was quite amused with the unexpected turn of event.
"I said," Nikolay begun as he took a step forward, "move."
"But sir. . ."
"I don't like to repeat myself a third time, so take you shitty ass out of my view." This time Nikolay took out his gun, motioning the guard to leave. "Tsk, патетичный (pathetic)." Melanie looked at him. He wore a black shirt half unbuttoned tackled in a pair of black skinny jeans. The top leaves his neck's tattoos on display. Mel wasn't a fan of big tattoos, even though she has a small one on her ribs. She then looked at his face and chuckled.
"What?" He snapped.
"Your hair. Where you bored of your emo era and decide to change? You should change hairdresser; they have the same color of the piss. Has a dog pissed on your head?"
