Clara runs into a trailer and she shuts the door. She quietly cries, leaning against the door, crying and panting, out of breath from all the running and screaming.
Clara struggles to take deep breaths as she walks over to the window and looks outside, not seeing anybody. She steps away, resting her hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath.
She freezes when she hears noise from the bedroom. She looks over in the direction, waiting, but nothing happens.
Slowly making her way over, she walks into the room, looking around. She hears a clattering again and walks over to where it came from. She kneels down, picking up the Jack-in-the-Box toy.
Clara gasps, jumping when the Jack pops out, letting out a deep breath at that seeming to be the only thing.
Just as she starts to relax for a moment, something under the blanket on the floor moves and the blonde woman sits up. Clara's eyes widen, the blood draining from her face as the woman gets up.
Clara screams, scrambling to get away, the woman grabbing her ankle. She kicks her, managing to get a few feet away, failing to get up. The woman quickly and easily catches up, grabbing Clara and stabbing her in the leg.
Clara screams out in pain. She cries out in pain when the woman rips the knife out. Clara pants, whimpering in pain, crying.
"Stop! Stop!" The woman looks up, Luke running in with a gun. "Let her go." He keeps the gun aimed at her as he slowly leans down. He grabs Clara's arm, pulling her up. His arm wraps around her stomach, helping her back and Clara hops, moving to stand behind him.
"Drop the knife." Luke orders.
The woman holds her hands up and lets go of the knife, it clattering to the floor. She lowers her hands, tilting her head at them.
"Are you gonna shoot me?" She asks. Clara whimpers, glancing between her friend and the psycho killer.
The woman starts to laugh, giggling at the two teenagers.
The amused reaction only ignites a fire in Clara, the girl's fuel growing as she remembers her former nanny's and friend's bodies.
"Luke." Clara whispers. "Give me the gun, Luke." She mutters. "Give me the gun. Give me the gun, Luke!" She tries to reach for the gun.
"No. Go." Luke argues.
"Give me the gun! I will shoot her!"
"Run! Run!" Luke tries to push her back.
"I will fucking shoot her!" Clara yells, trying to grab the gun as Luke pushes her away.
"Run! Run!" Luke shouts, shoving Clara out of the room. He pushes her away, the two running out of the trailer.
They run until they're a few trailers away and Luke finds a window open. Luke helps Clara into the trailer before he manages to climb in.
Clara whines in pain, leaning against the wall, putting all of her weight on her uninjured leg.
"Okay, hey, come on. We gotta-- we have to stop the bleeding." Luke says.
He wraps one arm around her middle, wrapping Clara's arm around her shoulders and holding onto her wrist.
"I got ya. I got you." Luke assures, helping Clara hobble over to the couch.
Clara hisses in pain as she sits down, whimpering when she looks down at the wound.
"Okay, uh... here. Your flannel." Luke says.
Clara's shaky hands untie the flannel shirt from around her waist and she holds it out to Luke. He takes it and rips the bottom part off, tossing the rest of it to the side.
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never grow up, criminal minds
Fanfiction[ criminal minds -- seasons 1-15 ] Clara Reid Stand Alone: Never Grow Up I DO NOT own Criminal Minds, any of the show's characters or storylines. I ONLY own my OCs and their storylines.
