Death is a good teacher *Criminal Minds AU*

Death is a good teacher *Criminal Minds AU*

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Criminal Minds
How am I supposed to cope with this? Someone coming after me and my family. My dad in the hospital, I'm in a car going to whoknowswhere. I might want to introduce myself before I continue. My name is Nicole Animus Hotchner. I am the daughter of SSA Aaron Hotchner and Hailey Hotchner. I have a younger brother named Jack Hotchner. I am 15. I'll turn 16 on December 25. If I live that long. Hello! It's your mighty queen here with a Criminal Minds AU! I often think about the book I write before I write it. I'm a huge Criminal Minds fan so I'mma write about it! This is based off of Season 5.
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my name is Alexis... Alexis Ryan. people just call me Alex. I was kidnapped at the age of 5. when I turn 18 they are suppose to do something to me... but I don't know what. they wont tell me until then. I just hope its not killing me. I live in the basement of the house I am in. I stay there with my best friend Brittney but I call her Britt. she was taken by them at the age of 5 too. she's now 15. we both are forced to go to school. but I don't mind really... I may be bullied at school but I'm stronger than them. school is a place to escape this house. get away from max, Jacob, and lizzie and some big man that hurts us. we always try to find a way to escape but its now use. we have a window but its to far up for us to reach, even if I stood on Britt's shoulders. plus the window is barricaded from the inside and out. and the fact that we have tracking devises in our hips. oh and since the day I was nine I could never talk... why? well you'll have to read my story to figure that out...

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