"I'm not sure where he would've gone," says Spencer once they reach the right streets. "It's unusual for him to have a target. He usually hunts by opportunity and a general hatred for all women. Maybe where ladies offer their company. Be on your guard."
She nodded, keeping her head on a swivel. It was quiet except for the snowy wind. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Detective?" She questioned, sounding like she wanted to talk him out of it
"It's... an idea," he settles. "Marcie, if somebody else dies tonight and I could've done something about it, I'll never forgive myself."
She nods in understanding. "Okay.. I trust you." They continued walking, crunching the snow beneath them, it was then they heard a scream.
"Spencer..."
Without much more than a look he grabs her hand and breaks out in a quiet sprint.
There are two people under a bridge; a huge figure looming above a slumped, smaller one.
Spencer draws his pistol.
She only looked at Spencer, silently communicating with him.
her eyes said "You better know what you're doing", padding her pockets for her dagger.
"SOMEONE HELP ME!" A woman's voice is heard.
He tenses at the scream, and motions to Marceline for her to stay put.
He clicks back the lock, stepping to get as clear a line of sight as he can get towards the figure, and to distance himself from Marceline.
"Jack," he says, voice low and steady.
The man turned his head, and ran quickly, pushing the woman to the ground. The woman had been stabbed a few times, but she was very well alive and relieved he had stopped.
The man had disappeared, leaving his footprints that were quickly getting covered by the sudden snowstorm
And Spencer shoots into the dark.
Once. The flintlock lights the street stark for a loud half-second, and he breaks into a sprint with renewed energies. He follows the footprints, and he's soon following a trail of blood, too.
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Marceline ran up to the woman, thankfully she had some berries in her pocket. The woman begged for her life, and Marceline sat down, putting the woman's head on her lap, and stroked her hair.
"Bium bium bamba
Bamba and dili dillid
My little friend, and I lull to rest
But outside, a face looms at the window
When the mighty mountains
Fill your chest with burning desire,
I will play and soothe your mind.
Bium bium bamba
Bambal and dili dillid
My little friend, I lull to rest
But outside, a face looks at the window
When the cruel storms rage
And the dark blizzard crouches above,
I shall light five candles
And drive away the winter shadows."
She sang to her as she fed the woman berries, calming her. The berries helped close her wounds, leaving intense scarring behind. She continued to wipe the woman's tears, feed her berries, and sing to her.
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Crimes Against The Heart (Spencer Reid X OC)
Romance"Marceline Lyra Salden, at your service." "Spencer Reid," he says, "Detective Spencer Reid, actually. At yours." ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ +Spencer Reid X OC A weary detective strides into the dimly lit bar, his sharp eyes scanning the faces of the patrons...
