spencer reid's daughter

three

Colette was so terrified, she completely forgot how to move. Tate grabbed a fistful of her hair, dragging her across the hallway to the janitors closet as she continued to lay limp and expressionless. He kicked open the closet door and turned towards Colette, pointing towards the pile of dead bodies.

"Get your ass up and make yourself useful, before you end up just like one of these corpses," Tate lifted up a limp girl on top, handing her to Colette who immediately dropped her on the ground.

Colette squealed, cupping her hand over her mouth with tears dried on her cheeks. "Please I—I can't carry them. Dead weight is so heavy and I have no upper—."

Tate grabbed Colette by her throat, gently squeezing to barely cut off an air supply. "Is that a fucking excuse, Reid? Get to it before I fucking kill you too." He threw Colette back against the floor, leaving her to cough and catch her breath.

Colette grabbed the teenage girl's arm and tried to lift her again, the blood from her slit open throat soaking Colette's shirt. She could only gag from the strong smell, as she followed Tate up the stairs to another hallway leading to a large window.

"Go down and get the others, I took the teacher so you can get the rest," Tate narrowed his eyes, looking Colette up and down before she ran off. She took her time as she stumbled down the stairs to the lobby, looking out the window as she watched SWAT cars begin to arrive for her. Colette studied the doors she could've easily walk out of to realize he had chained the doors closed with at least three different chains and locks.

By the third body, Colette could hardly breathe as her short breaths came out in wheezes. She kneeled over at the edge of the hallway as she dropped off another body, feeling lightheaded. Tate failed to notice the problem, staring out the window in a confident manner.

"Please, I—I need a minute," Colette wheezed, a bead of sweat dripping from her forehead as she struggled to breathe. "I told you I c—can't carry these people,"

Tate remained silent, refusing to acknowledge Colette's struggles. "Fine, get them  yourself," Colette descended down the stairs, her trembling fingers gripping the rail. Before she could react, Tate shoved Colette down the remaining dozen of stairs, her body slamming against the ground.

Colette's head was throbbing, a small cut on her forehead and lip from the concrete stairs. Tate slammed the bottom of his shoe against Colette's chest, preventing her from being able to move or breathe any easier. "I'm only keeping your dumbass alive for one reason, but I have no problem with killing you right now and dangling your body out for everyone to see."

Tate brushed away the blood from Colette's lip with his thumb before walking back up the stairs, leaving Colette to carry the bodies once again. Once every teenager was lifted up the stairs and placed by the window, the familiar BAU black cars arrived that made Colette's heart flutter. Tate grabbed the boy Colette encountered in the lobby first, who was surprising still barely conscious and breathing. Pushing open the window, he threw the boy outside the school and to crumble to his death.

Colette could only watch in horror as her captor threw all twelve bodies from the top floor of the school, letting them pile up in the grass beneath. Tate turned towards Colette, cracking his knuckles that were dried of the childrens' blood.

"Now that the waste of space is out of here, I think we should play a game," Tate clenched his jaw, his arms crossed over his chest. "What game do you have in mind?"

Colette tried to jumble through her thoughts of all of the games she would play in elementary school to pass the time at recess. After only moments of silence, Tate made his decision. "I have decided hide-and-go-seek, I'll count for thirty seconds. When I find you, you'll be punished, unless you somehow get out of here."

Colette backed away slowly from Tate, who merely smiled in her direction. "Your time starts now, you better run, you only have thirty seconds."