Fate-Where will yours take you?

Fate-Where will yours take you?

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How did it end up like this? I'm Katie Knight, you normal 14 year old girl. That is until a few days ago. Now I'm stuck in an age old battle, falling head over heels with some one given order to kill me. This is my fate, and I have no idea where its taking me. Special thank to AnNaBeThChAsE13 for helping come up with a few of the names and the tittle:) Don't forget to comment, vote, and fan if you like it!
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COMPLETED! BOOK 2 in process! EDITING IN PROCESS! "Reid! Look out!" I scream as I push him over and I replace his spot. I try to turn around but I felt the pressure enter my neck. It sends me sprawling and collapsing to the ground. "Carrie!" I hear Morgan and Reid yell in unison. Darkness surrounds me and the gunshots echo and scream pass me. Glass shatters beside me and I feel my legs being dragged across the ground and place my back against a side of a car. I open my eyes barely and glass shatters above me. I press my hand against my neck and pull it away. A red trail runs down my hand and I look up and see someone that look extremely familiar just a few seconds ago. My vision became blurry and hard to see. I start to become extremely tired. I felt a hand press against my neck and winces throughout my body. I lowly grunt under my breath as it escapes me from the filled oxygen. I slightly open my eyes and see Reid. "Hey, just keep your eyes on me." He pulls his hand away and looks at the-the red liquid substances. "We need a medic!" His voice quivers. His eyes meet mine and I smile weakly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm not what you call an average teenager. I graduate high-school at the age of 14 and college at 22 with an IQ of 176. My life or childhood was a devastating war between abuse and mental breakdown. I try to escape every time I could. Now, all that's payed off when I become the youngest FBI in the BAU Unit. My life is planned out and everything. Have my own apartment, car, and hopefully a job that I alway wanted. I'm only a new recruit. Draft... Maybe. But I never thought that's a battle until a serial killer runs through town.

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