Little Miss Reid// Spencer Reid

Chapter Seven[EDITING]

S P E N C E R

Emory was finally cleared by the doctor to work again and everything was back to normal. Some.

JJ and I were at the UnSub's house who kills many married couples, but seems to have a split personality.

"I'll go to the back. You check out the front." I told her quietly, holding my gun tightly in front of me. I began to walk to the back, looking back at JJ one last time before completely disappearing behind the barn. I saw a flash of the man, Tobias Hankel, running through the cornfield behind his barn. I took that as a sign and followed him. It was quite eerie back there, especially since my fear of the dark hasn't gotten any better. I quietly crept through the darkness of the cornfield and bent down low when I heard voices, or just his voice, speaking.

"I can't believe you're my son." He spat deviously at himself. As if another person, his voice and personality changed.

"I'm sorry, he didn't deserve it!" He said to himself again, once again with a different voice.

I was about to get him. I was. Until I heard JJ scream from the barn. I turned around and began to run back.

"JJ I'm coming!" I shouted, pushing through the corn. I was almost there. But he stopped me. With one hard punch I was out cold.

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When I woke up I didn't know where I was. I just assume that through the cracks of the old shed I was in was a cemetery. My hands had been cuffed together and a belt was tightened around my arms. The side of my face had a gash in it which was bleeding lightly.

The door creaked open and in came Tobias. Or Charles. Or Rafael. Who knows?

"You told them to come after me." He hissed at me, kicking an old bucket on the floor. I flinched and shook my head violently.

"No, I- I didn't. I promise I didn't tell them anything." I choked out, shaking with fear as he came closer to me.

"You're lying, boy," he hissed, "You're a liar!" He yelled, pulling a bucket in front of me and sitting down on it.

"No, no I'm not. I'm not a liar." I whimpered, breathing heavily. I didn't know what he was going to do.

"Confess of your sins or this will be a lot worse than it has to be." He said gruffly, pulling off one of my shoes.

"I don't have any, please don't do this." Tears were now freely falling down my face as he pulled back my sock and held up a huge knife.

"Yes you do!" He yelled, slamming the knife cleaver thing into The side of my foot.

I screamed out in pain and was no longer afraid of letting the tears roam freely. He pulled the knife back and did the same again, then threw the knife and my foot down.

He got up and pulled a tripod and a video camera out from behind a wall and turned it on.

"Now you will choose one of these three couples to die. The others live." He hissed, pointing to three screens past me. Was he kidding? "If you don't, you die." He said like it was no big deal.

"N-no. I won't do that." I refused and he shrugged, pulling out his gun and putting a bullet it. He spun it like Russian roulette and like it took no guts, held the gun to my forehead and fired. No bullet.

"T-the third one." I whispered, crying. I looked at the camera. I knew Emory and Gideon and Derek and the rest of the team were watching me, "I'm- I'm sorry." I whispered.

Tobias, or whoever this personality was, smiled and left.

In less than twenty minutes he arrived back, but he seemed different. Nicer.